The Corpse of Lovers: A Phanfiction

Chapter One: Hi

Dan's POV

It was just another day of going to school. Or so I thought. I grabbed my paranormal notebook aka my diary basically, my bag, my lunch, and my book of supernatural activities. I walked to school as always, and as always I was exactly 5 steps behind Mr. Popular aka Phil Lester. We've been neighbors since we were kids and I've never liked him. But I always had a sense of drawing towards him. But recently it's got worse. Take today for example...
     "Hey PJ!" I greet my friend, he snickers in reply. "What?" We're currently in art and Phil takes a seat in front of me. "Ohhhhhhh... I hate you," I tell him. PJ's that one crazy friend who ships all of his friends. Including me. With Phil. I was very in love with art. I think of it as an escape. I never know what I'm drawing until it's done. Much like today. Much like everyday, really. I gasp.
      "What's wrong?" PJ asks. But he knows that I just woke up from my art sleep. I shake my head telling him it was nothing and look at what I drew, or painted, whatever I did. Oh. My. God. I gasp again and this time PJ looks at my sketchbook. I drew... "PHIL!!!" PJ bursts out laughing, "OH MY GOD!" I flush a bright red as PJ bangs the table with his fist and Phil looks at me weirdly. I tuck my sketchbook into my bag and leave quickly but not too noticeably.

Phil's POV

     A kid in my class, PJ, randomly bursted out laughing, "PHIL!!!" He squealed after looking at my neighbor, Dan's sketchbook. I stare at Dan. No. No way he knew. His face turned a bright red and he left class straight away. I shook it off, packed my stuff, and headed home. On my way through the hall I heard a snicker
     "Have you noticed how pale Phil is?" A girl gossiped. One of the cheerleaders. Her name was Vannessa Bolton.
"OMG SHUT UP! I HAVE, ITS SOOOOO WEIRD!" The other said. She was a cheerleader too. Her name was Ashley Evans. I briefly walk by my head up. I was the most popular, outgoing, and cheerful kid at high school. So it was natural for there to be haters. People thought it was odd for me to be so happy and thankful about everything, but little did they know...
"Hey Dan," PJ whispered behind me, while I was walking home. He must be going to Dan's house, "Remember that picture you drew of Phil!" For once in this life, my face grew colorful, filling with red. "Oops, think he heard." I heard Dan slap PJ. "Owww!" He complained.
"PJ SHUT UP I WILL ACTUALLY MURDER YOU!" Dan whisper shouted at PJ.
"He won't say he's in loveeeee!" PJ sang, quoting the Disney movie, Hercules. Dan chased him as it sounded but came to an abrupt stop. "Oh yeah, HAHA, you have to follow your five steps rule!" PJ said and ran off.

Dan's POV

Ooooooooooo.... PJ was so gonna be dead soon. I walked behind Phil, as always five steps behind, until I heard him say, "Five step rule?" I blushed pink again.
"I-I.. heh, I just have a personal rule to stay five steps behind you..." I reply. OH MY GOSH WHY DID I SAY THAT, WHY DID I TELL HIM, I AM ACTUALLY STUPID! Phil giggled. His giggle is kinda cute... Like a kitten... GAWD I AM SO SCREWING MYSELF OVER!
"T-that's adorable!" Phil told me, turning around to face me, "Hi Dan." Phil stuck his had out.
"Hi Phil." I replied like a blushing mess and shaking his hand. Phil chuckled.
     "Don't worry, I don't bite. Probably," he joked, "You know," He started, "Do you think you'll ever show me that picture?" I blushed for the billionth time today.
     "N-NOWAYI COULD DO THATLIKETHAT-WOULDLITERALLYBETHEDEATHOFMEBECAUSEITSAPICTUREOFYOUAND .....NO IM NEVER SHOWING YOU!" I squealed at him. He laughed and rubbed his neck.
     "Okay, maybe later?" He asked, I shook my head. "Nice talking to you Dan, treehouse?" My eyes widened and I slowly nodded, "Cool, 8 it is!" And he waved goodbye as he entered his house. When we were four our parents really wanted us to be friends. So they built us a treehouse in the tree that was in the middle of our two backyards, which we've never used. Until now apparently. I rushed into my house, tackled PJ, and checked the time. 4:30.
     "Okay PJ, we have three hours for the project then you are banished!" I told him, obviously he was confused why we weren't going to work on it longer but decided not to question me. "Bye PJ!" I waved him goodbye and slammed the door. Thirty minutes...

Hey sorry this is kinda short! I would like to give a special thanks to Kirigamayt for making this ridiculously amazing cover! And if you read this Kiri, hopefully you can help me with more in the future😅? Well, thank you so much for reading and a Kiible Fanfiction will (probably) be out soon! With that I must bid you a buh-bye!💙

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