Jockphil Stories

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COMPLETE (fem!dan!jock!phil!) (journal entries) "...this boy loved sitting underneath the cherry blossom trees, reading poetry, while drinking white roseberry tea."

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"I thought you didn't care." "Are you kidding me? I've always cared. And ill never leave." highest ranking #152 (I'm surprised I was even ranked honestly) phan// to come later For important purposes, pastel Dan and jock Phil

Dan's always been weak. He had been bullied since he was six, by everyone. Dan was the shortest, smallest, elfish boy anyone at his school had ever seen. He felt like the smallest grain of sand in a world of thriving blue whales. The weakness of his body, though, he didn't care about. It was the agony of a teared apart soul that really brought him down. Dan convinced himself from a young age that he was nothing to anyone, and he would never be anything to anyone. His mother gave him the name Daniel James Howell. To him, all he heard was nothing, nothing, nothing. It's senior year. Daniel finds himself still feeling like an actual piece of crap that no one wants. But, he remembers someone that could potentially piece him back together. Piece by piece. Letter by letter. Color by color. Strength by strength.