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.

Pairing(s)-Phan Warnings- Swearing Word Count-2088 Genre-Fluff,

my name is dan, not danielle × somewhat based off of the short film boy (HIGHEST RANKING: #2 in fanfiction)

Every time the both of us die, we are reincarnated again. We were born to love each other, it was decided by fate.

HIGHEST #5 IN TAG danhowell #3 IN TAG philiplester #7 IN TAG danisnotonfire #100 IN TAG danielhowell #8 IN sophomore A/N: I do not own anyone in this story unless said otherwise! this story is so AU that the line separating an American and British lifestyle doesn't exist. I'm American myself so if you have any type of confusion, just comment a question and I'll try my best to answer. It's pretty confusing... but it's worth the risk. ALSO DAN HOWELL CAME OUT, YAY FOR HIM, LOVE THAT!! so this fic is officially dated, i apologize for any offensive things that are written here, i'm bi so i found the gay jokes funny. anyways, enjoy the story!! ** Daniel Howell. The cool, hot guy. Philip Lester. The best friend. Yourself. The one in between. //like my work? check out my Phil Lester X Reader; 'Innocent Lester' and some d&p oneshots/imagines! Please and thank you!//

just when the catipillar thought the world was over, it became a butterfly × sequel to 'transgender' {HIGHEST RANKING #3}

Moving to America was a great idea. Watching the Lion King for the hundredth time was also a pretty good plan. Picking up mysterious phone calls and agreeing to whatever the other person says? Probably not as good of an idea. But exchanging friends with people you've never met could be your worst idea yet. - second person - Saturday updates

Moving to London, finally. New people, new home, new life. You can forget all of your problems back in North America, with the help of someone special... _____________ Forewarning: I wrote this story many years ago, so I apologize for all the spelling mistakes, grammar issues and the overall overused plot. My writing has since improved, but I'd rather not edit and correct all these things for the sake of looking back on how much I've grown and changed, writing-wise. Thanks for your understanding!

You met him on a rainy day in London, two months before you left for America. Who, you ask? Phil. Philip Michael Lester. And to be honest, you wish you never did. Can you let him go? Can you move to America and start a new life, as you had planned?