Super duper cliche phanfiction about Dan and Phil in high school with lots and lots of angst, a considerable amount of fluff and a pinch of smut. Hope you enjoy c: my other stories are on my profile<33
"But I'm straight." Those three words are the words that take Phil over the edge. Like his world is crashing down on him. What's up with his constant flirting and his cheeky smiles and lovey dovey eyes. Phil knows something's up, and he's determined to find out what that something is. //warning: swearing, self harm...
Dan Howell was the typical spoiled, rich boy with butlers driving him to operas and maids making him nachos for breakfast. Phil Lester, however, was the opposite. Barely any money and deadbeat parents, he lives in a bad neighborhood in a gross apartment with cat hair covering the carpet and an odd roommate. And then...
~Phil Lester, a kid fresh out of college inherits an old manor from his real estate agent. What people forgot to mention is that back in 1901 a wealthy man's only son died in his room. People suspect murder, but no one has really figured out the main three questions. Why would someone want him dead? how he died? and...