~First draft~: 'Because of them, you children have lived in poverty and in a world of pain and grief. Because of them, your parents, older siblings and friends have been slaughtered mercilessly. We have supposedly made peace but it doesn’t erase the past. Do not ever forget that...’ Lily is a cold hearted, manipulative seventeen year old who doesn’t trust anyone but herself. As an orphan she had to look out for her younger brother and herself and she is well aware of how cruel life is. Lies, death, sadness, betrayal... She has enough of it and so in order to cope with life, she decides to think of it as a simple game. She makes mistakes after mistakes without a care in the world. Well almost. Her little games take an interesting twist when the council finally has enough of her reckless behaviour and decides to punish her...

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.

- attempt #2 - These are my Phan fluff and smut oneshots. Some are poems, some are really long, and some kinda requires a part two. p.s * my autocorrect back then was utter shit. my "the" turned into "lé" * p.s.s * also, if you dont read it because of the autocorrect problem, that is fine :) i wont be sad about it * p.s.s.s * i am a confident asshole *