Phil's POV
"GOOOOOOD MORNING!!!! GOOOOOOD MORN-"
"Uhh, I really need to change my alarm." I hoped up out of my bed and went to the kitchen. I grabbed the cereal and pored it into my bowl. The air in the apartment was warm, it's normally cold in the mornings, so I gave a slight smile, but then frowned, "Oh no, my second house plant! It's turning brown on the leaves!" I gave it some water and some new soil.
"Riiiinngg Riiiinngg"
"Hello?"
"hi, um, is this the suicide hotline?" I gave a silent gasped.
"W-well um, n-no, but I can help you. Are you okay?"
"whats it to you? nobody cares about a faggot like me!" He's gay? There was nothing wrong with that, hell, im bi.
"Oh, you're gay?"
"bi. is that a problem?"
"Oh, no. I'm bi as well."
"oh, what's your name?"
"Phil. Phil Lester. And you?"
"Dani-, Dan. My name is Dan"
"Okay, hi Dan!"
"hi."
"What's wrong, why are you calling suicide hotline?"
"well, im gay. i can't come out because my father is homosexual. im in a eternal mid-life-crisis. and i have no friends, most moved after high school, the others abandoned me after I came out to them. may i go on?"
"Hey it's alright, I can be your friend. You're obviously British because of your accent. So, hey buddy, you in London?"
(I'm sorry but Dan Howell is meme trash. Also shout out to everyone who got that)
