Phan is for real

Phan is for real

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Phil just got out of the store. He had a big surprise for Dan. Phil got in his car and drove toward their apartment. Phil has always liked Dan, but didn't know how to tell him. Phil looked out the window and sighed. "What if Dan doesn't like me back, what if he hates me and just doesn't tell me?" These thoughts ran through phil's head on his way home. Finally Phil got to their apartment building. He walked inside.Dan was sitting on the couch making one of his videos. Phil smiled. Dan was suppose to be putting a leg behind his head for the fans, but failed and fell off of the couch. Phil smiled and couldn't help but laugh. "What are you doing?" Dan looked over at Phil and smiled. "Oh, you know, just some exercises." Phil walked over to Dan. "Are you okay?" Dan got up and held Phil by the shoulder. "Yeah I'm alright." Phil got closer. "Okay." Dan sat on the couch. "You do realize you are adding more things for me to edit right?" (A phan phanfic) pun intended
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I smiled at him but tears were starting to blur my vision together. "I hate you." His smile faltered and he looked taken back, "Not like that, Drake. I hate you because you make me cry. You're supposed to beat up the guys who make me cry, not be one of them." "But they are happy tears, right?" he clarified. I smiled and nodded my head, before gripping his shirt, pulling his body against mine. "I'll never make you cry because you're sad, understood? I'm never leaving you." I didn't respond this time, I just sat in his lap, holding his torso and he played with my hair. "I don't know if I can let you in yet Drake," I told him truthfully, the one thing I had been dreading telling him. "I know. But I'll never hurt you like the others have. I-"he cut himself off and took a deep breath. "Riley?" he moved me away from his shirt. I looked at him in the eyes and say an emotion. One I hadn't seen in a long time and one I haven't seen in his eyes before. "Can I kiss you?" __________________ Drake was the player of the school. Everyone knew his name. Riley was the nerd of the school. No one knew her name. Complete opposites but for some reason, opposites seemed to attract. Riley knew that Drake had a new girl every week, but she felt like she could change him. And maybe she could. Maybe she'd be different. *Based on a true story*

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