Dan’s POV
Paper? What the fuck did I just say? I sent myself into Phil’s room to talk about what happened earlier, and sooner than I thought I was out and with paper in my hand. What the fuck is wrong with me? He held my hand earlier. I don’t know if it was intended or if he did it by accident. I stomp to my room and though the paper on my bed and sat myself down in my computer chair. I don’t even know what I love anymore? What do I hate? Who is Dan Howell? I opened my Mac and started typing things for myself to always remember.
Hate:
Annoying people
Bad gamers
Twinkies
Old games
Mornings
Nyan cat
Love:
Pokemon
Youtube
Making videos
Phil?
I roughly shut my computer and though it on my bed, I leaned back thinking to myself. Why and I acting so weird all of a sudden? I start to feel hot tears run down my face. Why am I crying? I think to myself trying to find a question to my own question. I found only one answer. I must love my best friend. I place the paper and my laptop on the floor slipping into my bed trying to get some sleep. Ill have my true answer in the morning. After about one minute I was asleep for hours of dreamlessness.
Phil’s POV
Have you ever had a…uhh…. Friend that you loved but want to stay friends so you don’t fuck up anything. That feeling of pulling yourself back when around them, I’m living it. But I think it will kill me soon. It has been a few days since that night. I try to keep away from Dan as much a possible, when I do talk to him its short or about nothing at all. I walk out of my room to grab something to eat to see Dan sleeping on the couch, legs hanging off the end. I stop to look at him, something I haven’t gotten to do in days. His eyes are big and red, had he been crying? Why would he have been crying? But just then he smiled, in his sleep? Is that even possible? If he fell asleep crying he must have been sad but now he’s breaking science and smiling in his sleep. I wonder so badly why he’s happy. So I could know how to make him happy even when he's sad. I take my thoughts and bring them with me back to my room. Maybe it would be imposable not to fall, but if I do he wont be there to catch me. And that’s why I cant fall. Not until I know he’s there to break my fall.
