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 Howell is invisible. That's all he knows how to be. Terrified of standing out, he is happy going unnoticed by his peers, finding company in only the old rock and roll songs on his iPod. But Dan's life is turned upside-down when a boy in his drama class takes him under his wing, introducing him to a world of excitement he never could have imagined. Through the good and the bad, Dan's new life thrills him and leaves him wondering ...what does it mean to truly be alive? pairs: Phan and KickTheStickz tw: language, sexual content, abuse, depression, death, suicide, medication, drugs, parents, alcohol ENTIRELY WRITTEN FROM DAN'S POV Note: This fic features no main character death, only mentions of death.

dan: i don't think we were meant to create a melody. phil: no, we weren't. we were born to make a symphony. or in which phil lester tries to get piano lessons from a brown-haired boy, but he ends up loving the teacher more than the music. © hvrcrux 2017

Summary: Dan draws, Phil doesn't. Phil wears black shirts, speaks loudly, and glares at everyone. Dan wears grey jumpers, doesn't talk, and tries to stay invisible. Phil's reckless, Dan's not. This is as story about two polar opposites who mange to have a string of first times together, and maybe even a cute love story. Because unexpected things always happen, when you try to keep someone at arms length. Rating/Warnings: Mature Readers (READ AT OWN RISK). This story may contain topics of depression, cutting, anxiety, panic attacks, assault, gay slurs, and minor sexual content. If any of the listed content triggers you, please do not read. Please do not copy and post my story anywhere else or create an "adaptation" of my work. Thank you. Copyright © 2013. strawb3rryvib3s All Rights Reserved.

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