I'm straight.
I'm straight because there is a black and white striped flag on my wrist. I was born with it. That's how the world works, so that's why I'm straight.
Yeah.
"Daniel, get down here! Phil's here!"
"Okay, mum," I call back, running my hands through my fringe.
So... I'm straight, but my best friend, Phil, is not. He is as gay as they get, curved in every way... you know what I mean. I love it when he comes over. Everything about him makes me happy; his humor, his smile, his hair, his eyes. Oh, I love those beautiful eyes.
But not in a gay way, mind you.
I'm straight.
"Danny boy!"
I'm snapped out of my thoughts by a familiar voice. I immediately grin and wrap my arms around Phil.
"It's good to see you."
The raven-haired boy pulls back and instantly takes my hand.
"C'mon, I wanna show you something."
I let him drag me up the stairs, even though it was my own house. I would let Phil drag me anywhere, no matter how far. I'd go with him to the end. That's how much I care and trust him.
But not in a gay way.
"Look, Dan! Look at the beautiful sunset! I saw it while walking here and I didn't think you'd see it since you're always hidden in your room and you always keep the blinds closed."
I stare out the now-open window in my room that Phil had taken me to and take in the warm colors of the sun's final rays.
"Isn't it pretty?" the boy says softly.
I turn to look at him and admire the way the bursting colors of orange and pink swim in his greenish-blue eyes.
"Yeah. It is."
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"Straight"
FanfictionIn a world where you're born with the flag of your sexuality printed on your wrist.... -Phan AU- // Dan Howell knows the rules. He knows how the world works and how you're supposed to act if you want to be treated well. That doesn't stop him from f...
