"I'm hearing things Phil." "Like what?" "Like...." I paused realizing I shouldn't say it. "Like, nothing never mind." "Tell me coward!" He pushed me off my bed, kept me down with his hands, he sat on my hips, inches from my face he said, "Have you been hearing that I'm an excellent kisser? Because that's true."

phan // in which two boys who are definitely toxic for each other decide to not care

phan // in which a boy named dan leaves flowers with every step and phil wishes he could grow a garden in his small london apartment

"say my name, dan howell"

a story of two teenage boys who fall for each other and are always there for each other. i'd like to apologize in advance for any mis-portrayed 'scenarios' that occur, for i do not suffer with depression. i did my best :/ i plan to re-write this story sometime with the same plot and everything but ive grown so much as a writer and i would love to see how it turns out now that i have grown so much.