in a world where your moods are visible above your head, displayed through pictures and icons, it's impossible to hide your true feelings. however dan howell seems to be lacking this. labelled as an emotionless freak, dan is outcasted because his moods are never visible. that is, until an endlessly happy boy named phil wonders why.

in which i write poems about love and growing up and everything that comes in between

dan howell was always alone. he was never really liked all that much, but he makes a friend. his friends name is phil lester. - basically just a shitty cliché fanfiction that i thought up the idea for at 3 am