"Do not trust people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people."
Dan stared at the punk man in front of him his cheeks heating up in embarrassment. "Maybe when you kiss me it won't taste like blood. It will taste warm like honey and sweet like candy. I will make you crave my kisses and crave my lips. I will make you want to go to museums just so we can try to pose like works of art. I will take you to parks so we can look at the stars but I won't be looking at them I will be staring at the stars in your eyes. I will learn about each and every tattoo on your arm and the stories behind each. I will tell you about how I broke my arm in the second grade falling off the monkey bars, and I will tell you about the time I got high and went to school and cussed out the boys that teased me and went home with a busted lip and black eye. I will make you smile and make you cry. I will touch you softly making you wish you could hold me. We would watch sunsets and thunderstorms. We would splash each other while at the beach, we would find rocks that match the color of our eyes. Maybe you'll fall for me and you'll realize that the world is full of color and you just need a little sun to shine for you to see it."
I found the first paragraph from tumblr.
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FanfictionJust some short fluffy Phan stories. ALL WRITTEN BY ME