Daniel Howell never really made friends, he never felt it was necissary to speak to, well, anyone, you see, Dan was practically mute, only speaking maybe 2 or 3 sentences a day only if absolutely necissary, he never raised his hand in class, or spoke up when asked a question, Dan was just quiet, but Dan liked the quiet, some days he would sit under the flowery weeping willow tree and draw pictures of the trees and wildlife, other days he would imagine what it could be like if he talked to anyone, but deep down he knew it was best to stay quiet, to stay under his tree, away from transphobes and bullies, it was safe, it was quiet.
Oh how wonderful it was when the Moon met the Sun
PUNK!Phil
PASTEL!Dan
"Text me later" I say and give him a pice of paper with my number on.
"Sure, see ya" he said and winked.
But little did I know that later on he dropped the paper and an unknown person picked it up.
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Dan Howell, a seventeen year old punk boy with a drinking problem, unknowingly starts talking to Phil Lester, a pastel boy with anxiety who likes to drag blades over his skin.
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warning: this story contains depression anxiety etc.
started August 25th, 2016.