the air smells like the promise of tomorrow and nothing has ever smelled more terrifying

It's my first fanfic, I'm sorry in advance. Basically a high school au where Dan and Phil are in different French classes, and the school has a limited budget, so they have to share textbooks with someone in another class. Surprise (you guessed it) Dan and Phil end up sharing, and Phil leaves himself little notes in the textbook, which Dan finds. You have to read to find out the rest, mofos.

Dear Phil, It's three am. I can't sleep. So, I'm writing to you.

To: Phil Phil, it's Dan. Please talk to me. I'm dying here.

Trust me, I know how it feels. I know how it hurts. I know you cry I the shower so no one will hear your screams. I know you wait until everyone falls asleep to fall apart. It's not always easy but I know exactly what it feels like.