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COMING IN HOT FOR MY BITCHASS INACTIVITY GOD DAMMIT !WARNING!
"Phil! Phil, fuck!!" Dan yelped as Phil pulled out of him. They both panted and Dan wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Wow," Phil gasped in between pants. "You're a screamer, aren't you?"
"Oh fuck off." Dan growled as he pressed his lips against Phil's.
"You wanna know how long I've been wanting this?" Dan tugged at Phil's hair as he moaned. "H..How long...?" Dan smirked. "A long time."
Phil pulled Dan on top of him. Shaking his head as he looks up.
"You look so good at so many angles."
Dan laughs. "Is that a compliment?"
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(Phil's POV)
That night...Was the most terrifying night I've had with Dan.
He was extra clingy today, but I didn't mind it at all. 
We fell asleep after we ate. On our sofa, for about 4 hours.
Dan kinda talks in his sleep, so I didn't worry if he woke me up.
He was buried in my neck and took all of the blanket space. Then..He screamed.
I jolted up. "Dan..?" I whisper. His eyes opened wide and looked at me. He sprang off of me. "Get the FUCK away from me!!!" He yelled. "Okay! Okay, Dan. Please, what's wrong?" He backed up against the door. I could see him better through the sliver of light coming through the window. He spots his shoes and slides them on. "Wait, Dan!!" I yell, and he dashes out the door.
"God dammit!" I shout, pulling my jeans on and pushing on my glasses. I squeeze into my Vans and ran after him.
"Dan!!" I holler, and grab his arm.
Tears roll down his face, which is plastered with horror. He then turns white, and passes out.
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"Here we are," The doctor says, and hands me a clipboard with a paper attached.
"Is my boyfriend okay??" I burst. I instantly relax when he smiles. "Mr. Howell will be okay. He just needs to rest."
"What happened?" I ask.
He pulls out a pen and points at the cursive handwriting that's impossible to read.
"Lack of nutrition, first stage of tooth decay from recent incidents..."
"Incidents?! Lack of nutrition?! Wasn't it just a panic attack?!" His mouth opens a little in surprise.
"Uh..Mr. Lester..I'm sorry if you never known, but Mr. Howell has been struggling with bulimia for half a year. From his last binge, the sickness in his stomach shut him down." He says sternly.
I froze. Speechless. He becomes blurry and tears fall.
"Perhaps you would like to see him?" He says. I nodded.
When I walked in his room, he was in his clothes. His face was paler. He looks at me. "Am I gonna die, Phil?" I sniffle.
"Baby, no. You're not gonna die." I walk towards him and hold his hand. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I was afraid you weren't going to like who I am. I was afraid!" I kiss his temple. "It's going to be okay, Daniel. Next time? If you don't eat I'm going to kick you." He laughs.
"I love you, Phil."
I smile. His heart's as big as ever.
"I love you too, Dan." He leans his head on my shoulder.
is he going to die?
im not sure at this point.
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yeet i missed you guys.