Phil doesn't talks. Well, not anymore. The last time he said something, was when he didn't hate himself. And that was a long time ago. But now, everything is different. He must struggle with depression, whilst new boy Dan Howell desperately attempts to win him over. [Warning: this could be triggering at some points]

swiggity sway- wait, they're still gay? sequal to "Shit Storm"

Phil: a loser, continuously beaten and picked on by the other guys at school. Dan: popular, arrogant, and confused. What happens when the two collide? Just like me is a story of trust, love and secrets (Ok I'm making this sound like a bad tv drama, just read the fic please, I broke my thumbs writing it. *WARNING* self harm, suicidal thoughts, explicit language, slight anorexia. It's an angst fic so y'know, the average...also smut, so look forward that kids hey hey ;)

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.

We all make mistakes, that's something Troye Sivan knows all about. He knows about the regret and worry that grips you for months afterwards. He also knows that he made the biggest mistake of his life, and lost the love of his life as a consequence. Tyler Oakley. What he doesn't know is that he hasn't really lost him, that somewhere beneath the hate and betrayal, his Tilly still loves him. But, Tyler Oakley also made a mistake that night, something he has been trying to forget. And to make matters worse, he still hasn't forgotten his Troye, the one boy who stole his heart. A story of complicated love, making mistakes and finally forgiving one another, and yourselves. WARNING: slight triggering content. If you are experiencing depression or you are/have self harmed, please take caution when reading this. Some content may be triggering. Not any serious smut. Some sexual references.

Dan Howell and Phil Lester are two semi-famous British Internet Video-Bloggers who live in the same flat. Their lives aren't exactly top secret. Dan and Phil make anecdotal videos about their lives. Dan tweets constantly. Phil posts pictures on instagram from time to time. They are both constantly announcing their next endeavors to their fans via social media. It's impossible for secrets to be kept, so how long will they be able to keep this one? ~ Warnings: N/A This is a safe fanfic :) Rating: PG-13 for mature concepts and mild swearing Genre: Phanfiction/Romance Word Count: 38K Status: Completed