dandelion

prologue

I walked to school in my ordinary town with my ordinary life. I pulled my ordinary book bag over my ordinary shoulder and paused beside a not-so-ordinary field.

There was rows and rows of dandelions, which was not something you would see in a town this ordinary. Around the field was a white picket fence with a white picket door and inside the fence was a quaint little cottage that would be perfect for your local grandmother.

It seemed a little unnecessary to have that many of one certain flower, that wasn't even really a flower.

How can someone love a weed that much?

That is what I thought before I met Phil Lester.

a/n:hi this is james and this is my new book (obviously) and in case you couldn't tell, this is in the pov of our sweet danny boi. please tell me if this is cringy and/or if you like shorter chapter or longer chapters.

-james, xoxo