flowers? (phan)

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dans perspective

I looked over at Phil, brushing my curls back. It was still so incredibly awkward not having a fringe; especially since it was sort of part of our a e s t h e t i c. Weird to say, but you can imagine. All the same, I didn't dislike them. He smiled at me, and it felt like we were on camera for a moment.

"So, what're we doing today?" I asked him, not trying to sound like a paler brown-haired version of that American cartoon, Phineas and Ferb. "Are we recording? We have a schedule for this sort of thing, don't we?"

"We do, usually. But we could do something exciting today, we can finish editing later." He walked over to the table and looked around. "What were your plans?"

"Watching more conspiracy videos,"

"Dan, I told you to stop watching those. They're a bad omen."

"They're addicting!" I brushed up my hair for the thousandth time and decided I should walk around for a bit. Why stand there? He didn't need to see my awkward, obvious, and frankly, annoying gestures that would give away I wasn't telling him something. That something being phan conspiracy videos. Our viewers are insane; they could probably work for the FBI. In which case, maybe Vega-

"Well, let's try something new!"

"We went outside already, is there literally anything else that we could do that would be video-worthy?"

"We could go outside again, they seemed to like it." He smiled at me and I sighed. How could you say no to blue eyes like that? How? He looked like a little puppy or something. A tall, emo puppy in brightly colored clothing. How wonderfully creative Phil, I thought but decided to spare him the words.

"Fine, go get ready then," I responded shortly, and I went to go get some clothes. I looked at my closet; an endless abyss of a black hole that was only interrupted by a few brief spots of color. I looked around and then eventually settled for jeans slightly looser than suffocating and a pure black shirt. March 22nd flashbacks, I guess. I threw this outfit on, brushed my teeth and hair, and went outside to wait for Phil.

A few minutes passed and I was on my phone, scrolling through phanfiction. Specifically, looking for one that didn't ship Phan. Practically impossible. I then looked to YouTube for a long moment- and a video came up.

"Dan Howell, watch this." Of course, I'd listen to a video title like that, because I am basically a slave to the internet now.  I sat down on the edge of the couch and waited for it to load. When it did, it was just an old video clip of me saying "I'm not gay.. well, find me the right guy." I knew exactly where this was going and I sighed and half smiled as a bunch of fairly well-edited video clips of Phil.

About ten thousand views. Four thousand likes. That's the phandom for you. Sometimes I sit back and wonder what I have created, then promptly continue to try not to be creeped out by it.

As if saving me from this, Phil walked in, specifically in an outfit that was probably worthy of a pastel episode. "What the hell Phil?"

"They're pretty!"

"Yet you still can't give up the fringe."

"The fringe is a part of me."

"So you're going to be one hundred years old, on your deathbed, with a black fringe?"

"Yes, I am! It's the image! Of Dan! Dan and Phil!" I sighed and shook my head, trying not to smile. For a second I thought about the video; the right guy? It was pretty old, but.. was it relevant, though? I mean the video went up about two days ago. People seemed to think it.

"Okay, alright Phillip." I looked around and then looked over to him. "Are we vlogging this?"

"Why not? We could be the next Jake Paul!"

"I don't think that's a very good goal, Phil." I strapped on converse. If it were to be emo, it would be very emo. I don't half-do emo. Dark brown curls fell into my eyes. I adjusted them. Straightening my hair? Not today.

"Let's go?" Still an excited little puppy. He held the door for me and I nodded, hoping that sort of established how I was saying thank you. Roommates for all these years, and I was still awkward.

Then it occurred to me we still hadn't realized where we were going. Well, then again, we could figure that when we actually went there. I walked through the doorway.

Hey, guys! I hoped you enjoyed this chapter. Sorry if I'm bad at their personalities, this is my first fanfiction.. much less phanfiction, ever on Wattpad.

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