(Phil's POV)
Everything was all about Stephanie recently, I understand that Dan is with someone that makes him happy but does he really have to go on about her all the time? She's not amazing, she's not special and not even pretty. Dan can do so much better. She's so full of semen. No seriously, she's a whore. Last time I saw her, she was drunk with one fake eyelash hanging off and a bottle of vodka in one hand as she dry humped on some random guy that definitely has herpes now.
Lost in thought, I hit my arm on a house plant pot
'Ow' okay, that's going to leave a bruise, I bruise so easily these days, a small whack on anything and I get these massive yellow/green bruises, they're never purple and I guess it's a better contrast against my pale but no bruises are better than bruises no matter what their colour, unless you run a grunge Instagram account.
I keep finding myself deep in thought. Thinking about things that happened years ago. I wish I was normal like everyone else.
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It started out with a kiss (phan fanfic)
RomansaDan and Phil are both secure in their sexualities, what happens after a drunken night in London town? And will it last? (Trigger warning for eating disorders and slight depression.)
