After Dan Howell dies at the tragically young age of 26, he is greeted by death with a book. A book of every lie that anyone had ever told him. This seems like harmless fun but as he nears the end, he realized everything isn't as it seemed in life with his best friend, Phil Lester. Ship: Phan, Kickthesticks Genre: fluff/angst (no smut) Trigger Warnings: male X male, major character death, suicide, self harm, existencial questions, depression, abuse, torture situations, substance abuse and panic attacks. (i want all of you to be safe and happy whilst reading this so if you are triggered by any of these please don't read)

Hey if you enjoyed a helping hand then you should read this fic, the rewritten version of the epic yet tragic love story (this version's better just fyi)

Dan Howell: resident theatre geek, is taken by surprise after instantaneously falling for the pretty new boy. Phil Lester: awkward new kid, doesn't even have time to adjust to a new town and new people and a new school before falling for a boy he met on the bus his first day. Everyone Else: has no idea why it took so long for Dan and Phil to realise they like each other. You: hopefully reads, votes, comments on, and immensely enjoys this story. Me: is The Worst, but hopes you like this story. tries to stick to a regular update schedule, but sometimes fails miserably.

SEQUEL TO ALIVE Phil's life is in shambles. A third year university student, he lives a less-than-extraordinary life: ignoring calls from his ex-best-friend, working in a local shop, and sleeping around to forget the one thing always on his mind: Dan Howell. TW: language, sexual content, drug mentions ENTIRELY WRITTEN FROM PHIL'S POV

Dan is different. He's learned to accept that. Well, as best he can anyway, considering he's never really had much of a choice. It's been this way for as long as he can remember, the constant runaround process of trying to feel normal. His life is built around it, trying to trick both himself and everyone he interacts with into seeing him as your average person. The isolation as he desperately tries to keep others from finding out, the bitterness that wells up inside of him each and every time he's reminded that he'll never be like everyone else, the fear that nothing will ever change. He's fated to be this way forever; a misfit from society. Isolation can only go so far though, so when he's struggling to make ends meet and he's faced with the option of looking into a serious job or taking on a roommate, he opts for what seems like the easier option at the time. It doesn't seem so easy ten failed roommates into the process, or when he sits down at a table to meet with prospect number eleven and ends up with a coffee spilled all over his lap. Potential roommate number eleven, Phil, turns out to be an insufferable optimistic ball of sunshine that Dan wants nothing to do with. His options are running out though, as are the savings he's been using to pay his rent, so he finds himself begrudgingly agreeing to let the other man move in. Neither of them have any way of knowing just what they've gotten themselves into as they shake on the matter, but time will tell.