A collection of imagines of Johnnie Guilbert. I wrote most of this in 2016-2017 and fixing this WILL BE A CHALLENGE. As long as people keep commenting I'll keep fixing

When Dan dies from a sudden sickness Phil finds it hard to let go. //Don't steal\\

**WARNING** I wrote this a while ago now and I really don't like any of it. Expect poor writing and character development. Sorry in advance. * "Dan, can you stop that, it's really weird," I protested, trying to shuffle away but instead I felt myself being sucked into his magnetic gaze. Suddenly, I was centimetres away from eyes. What was going on? What was Dan doing? It was beginning to feel a bit spooky now. I desperately wanted to get away but I was being pulled into a black hole and there was no escape. Why was he being like this? What did he want? Why did I- Next thing I knew, Dan's lips had melted against mine and he was kissing me. Shocked, I stayed motionless, eyes wide open and my hands glued to my sides for a second. I had no idea what was happening. Before I even realised what I was doing, I was kissing him back, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of his lips against mine... **Sort of based on Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen**

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