"There was some research done a while back.." My blurry eyes focused on the small boy in front of me. I recognized him as Kyoya Ootori, he shared much of the same honors classes with me at the time. "They said that emotional tears contain manganese and prolactin, which your brain releases when you experience stress. Your body forces you to release those chemicals so that you can return to a normal chemical balance." The young boy steps up to the white board and uncaps an expo marker, erasing to of the squares in the periodic table and correcting them with proper capital letters. "If you never let your body produce that chemical imbalance, you'll never have a reason for tears." He recaps the marker and gives me a small smile before heading towards the door. "Besides, I don't think geek is that bad of a title." To anyone else, I'm sure such a small thing wouldn't mean much. But for some reason, on that day, he made another chemical in my brain release, and I experienced a natural high on dopamine every time he even raised his hand in class. Admittedly, he is the reason I chose to go to an Ootori Medical Facility when the time came. If I couldn't have the comfort of seeing him in class, I'd at least have the comfort of hearing his name every now and then. I guess somewhere, in the deepest depths of my heart, I went there wishing he'd come visit me someday... but I knew there was a snowball's chance in hell for that. Yet still, everyday I sat in that bed, ordered two cups of blueberry tea-- just in case-- and I waited. I daydreamed, I wished, and I thought about him.

after a certain website broadcasted dan howell's phone number to every visitor, he was bound to get a few texts. it was pure luck that phil lester was the one to text him. ❝ emo kid dan☽ : actually... philly✧ : ??? whats up emo boy ❞ minor swearing and some adult themes. triggers will be tagged. highest ranking : #73 in fanfiction, #26 in phanfiction