Frosting || Phan

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Dans POV

         I wake up to see Alfie sitting by my bed with tears in his eyes. Nevermind, his eyes are puffy and red, he's already been crying.

         "Hey Alf, what up?" I let out a dry chuckle as he engulfs me into a hug.

         "Dan," he says in a serious tone, "You cut again. I thought you stopped."
         I look over and see that I forgot to clean the sink. Shit. I start crying and he quickly follows after.

         "I-I'm so sorry A-A-Alfie." I sob onto his already damp jumper.

         "I-I'm gonna b-be there for y-you this ti-time." He whispers. I barely hear it.

         I nod and we just cry. Alfie said that we're gonna take a day off and chill, talk about stuff. I love Alfie,  he's like a brother to me, but he can't fix me. No one can.
         Alfie comes and lays on my bed, on top of the covers and I lay under them. He strokes my hair, as we talk about our families and friends.
         I tell him about Phil, and how I'm gonna meet him, and that he's really famous. Alfie chuckles,

"No butt sex."

         "Alfie!" I exclaim, covering my mouth, trying to hold in a squeal. He just chuckles and squeezes me.

         "I'm just kidding boi. Do whatever you want. Except be unhappy. Don't do that."

         I put on a fake smile and nod as we talk about different kinds of pizza, he'd marry pizza if it was legal.
          After a while I dont know what he's saying, I don't care, it won't help me anyway.
         "Hey Alf?" I ask.

         "Yea?" He responds, I yawn and stretch out.

         "I didn't get much sleep last night, could I take a nap?"

         "Yea. But I'm going to be on my bed doing homemork, and watching over you," he states, getting up, "call me if you need anything. K?"

         "Ya." I turn over and close my eyes, waiting for sleep to come to me. It eventually does.

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"Phil!"
"Dan."
I run over to Phil who is waiting by a bench, standing and smiling at me.
I hug him with all my might, he lets out a snigger.
"What?"
"Nothin'"
I ignore that and let go of him, still so happy that I'm meeting my favorite Youtuber.
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We walk to his house, I was about to go inside with him, but he stops me.
"What?"
He thinks for a moment.
"Take off your shoes."
I take off my black converse and walk in.
His house is amazing!
Blue walls, hardwood floors, a chandelier!
He must be rich!
"I'll be right back. Go sit down."
I nod and sit on his white couch.
He doesn't seem happy. Maybe he's not happy to see me.
Whatever, I brush it off as Phil being awkward, and play a game on my phone.
He comes back holding something.
"Come here. Please."
I get up, suspiciously eyeing the black leather object.
"Whats that?"
"Shut your eyes and you'll see. Its your present."
I shut my eyes, very confused on my he would get me a present.
Maybe he's just being nice.
"Open your eyes."
I open them, to see Phil towering over me with a knife!
I scream. I'm to scared to move.
"Nice seeing ya, Danny."
He-
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         I wake up with tears running down my face, and Alfie holding me.

         "Dan," He says, shocked, "you were screaming and kicking, were you having a nightmare?!"
          I nod. I can't tell him what it was about, he'd call me weak, a 'little boy.'
         "Can you tell me what it was about?"
         I shake my head, he probably was going to ask why, but instead layed me down and told me he was going to get a wet cloth.
         He runs into the blood-stenched bathroom, and ran some water over the white little cloth. He cleaned the sink. He really didn't have to. He comes back and lays the damp, cold cloth on my forehead, little water droplets running down my head.

         "T-Thanks." I stuttered. God, I feel so stupid.

         "No problem, your my best friend! I'd do that for you anyday!" He exclaims. I doubt he would, no one would.

         There's a knock on the door. Alfie gets up and opens it. Standing there is Troye, Joe and Connor. I mentally sigh, and put on a fake smile.

         "Hey Dan! We all came to visit you guys!" Connor exclaims, running over and hugging me. I hug back, so he doesn't expect anything's wrong.

         "Are you alright," Troye asks, sitting down on Alfies bed,"You look really pale, and well, dead."
         I let out a dry, awkward, laugh. He really doesn't know how much I wish I was dead.

         "No Troye. For one thing, I am pale as fuck, and two, I'm just sick." He looks at me with sympathy, and I just lay back down. I don't need his sympathetic shit right now.
//2 hour Time Skip//

         They all finally leave, except Alfie, of course. He goes and takes a shower, I go on my phone.

Llamahowell entered chat room: Frosting

SparkledGewl- Hey Dan!
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MrOakley- Heya!
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Llamahowell- Hey guys
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Phillion- Dan! I sent you the ticket information!
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Llamahowell- k. Thanks
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MrOakley- What?!
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SparkledGewl- ??!?
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Phillion- Dans coming to meet me!!
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SparkledGewl- Really?! Omg!! :D
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MrOakley- THE SHIP HAS SAILED OMG!!!!1!1!!!
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Llamahowell- What? :O
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SparkledGewl- whenever you guys aren't on we talk about u.
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Phillion- Meanie.
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SparkledGewl- Yup. #Phan
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Llamahowell- how about no.
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MrOakley- Howell 'bout Yes
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Llamahowell- >:-(
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Phillion- Omg You guys no puns XD
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Llamahowell went offline
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MrOakley- aww we made him mad ;-;
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Dans POV

         I'm done with that! Maybe if I was happy I wouldnt of minded it but, thats enough. I lay down on my bed and look at the tickets that Phil sent me. I smile. Maybe it will be alright.
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That was I longest chapter I've ever written so be happy. :P But tbh poor Dan and Phil. I feel sad for them because of the bedroom thing. Its fucking stupid.