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Dan grunted in pain as he stirred awake.
Slowly, he tried to turn over to his side, but it was the stiffness of his back that made it so much harder. His right arm felt numb, his feet were tangled in the blanket and he found the he had no strength to move them. So he kept shifting until he managed to roll over to his left side and looked at the time that the digital clock shone into the darkness of the night.
It was 9:27pm and at that instant Dan understood that he wouldn't be getting any more sleep that night. Come morning, he was bound to be too tired again, too far outside the regular world to follow it.
He began moving his fingers and toes slowly, allowing the feeling to return to the stiff limbs and he watched as the minutes ticked away one by one until he managed to pull himself to sit up. His head hurt, the feeling extending from his back and the ringing that kept going on, intensifying momentarily when his body tensed when rising up, only to calm down after a few breaths.
Painkillers were right there in his reach on the old nightstand and he stared at the package for a moment before finally the pressure in his head made him heave a sigh. The two white pills rolled onto his open palm when Dan shook the bottle and he threw them in his mouth before reaching for the glass of water to help him swallow the medicine. The water was lukewarm, dissatisfying but he kept drinking until the last droplets landed on his tongue and he set the glass down, lying back down on his bed, his arms spread to either side of him.
He knew they would take time to kick in, and it was only time that Dan had left to give in his life, so he lied there, staring at the softly illuminated ceiling until he felt like he could push himself up again without feeling like his skull was going to burst. Gingerly, he stripped off the wrinkly hoodie that had dried over the course of the day but now smelled like Dan would've left it in the washing machine for a few days too long. He threw it in the washing basket and his shirt soon joined it. Slowly he made his way across his room, careful on his weak ankle, but stopped to stare out the window when something unexpected caught his attention.
There was an unusually bright light that seemed to be trying to break through the blinds in the room facing Dan's in the neighbouring house. He could see a figure but they seemed to be only sitting, gesticulating wildly. Nothing really changed as he kept watching the silhouette, so finally Dan lost his interest and he felt his skin prickle with the cold.
It was one of those things that he was trying to get used to still; the cold. The doctor had said it had something to do with the loss of body mass post-accident, and that it would take time to build it fully back up. It didn't help though, that it was winter that was slowly creeping up on them, making the world colder from day to day, his body still too weak to catch up.
A clean, fuzzy hoodie on, he took to pulling off his trousers. It was a tedious task, considering that he insisted on rather skinny jeans even if he knew that it would take a lot longer to get them on and off. He found himself pausing, exhausted, several times whenever he tried to deal with the article of clothing, but eventually he succeeded and tossed them over the back of the chair before pulling on some sweatpants.
When he looked up, the bright light in the neighbour's house had been turned off, and only a soft shine of a smaller lamp was visible and for a moment Dan thought that perhaps it had been his imagination.
His crutch abandoned, he slowly made his way through the house, leaning heavily on the railing as he climbed the stairs. When he emerged from the staircase, his mum looked away from the TV.
“Slept well, honey?” She asked softly and Dan merely grunted in response, nodding his head before he began shuffling towards the kitchen.
As expected, she soon joined him and as Dan sat by the kitchen table, the food was already set to heat up and she had made herself comfortable across from him.
“How was your day?” Much like Dan had expected, she asked and Dan leaned back into his seat, absentmindedly bending and unlocking his fingers as his arm began to ache after the weight put on it had exhausted the fragile limbs.
“It was long,” Dan admitted, his eyes trailing to look around the kitchen and trying to ignore the way he felt his mum's eyes on him, how she would draw lines between the small scars on his face with her gaze. The way she would glance at his hand so he slowly lowered it but continued moving his fingers beneath the table.
“Did you learn anything new?” He felt like the conversation was forced, and it took all in him to remain calm because he barely recalled anything that the teachers had said. He remembered words on the blackboard, the numbers, the discussions that he didn’t participate in because he hadn’t caught up with the material yet.
The most prominent memories were of the whispers, the prickling feeling on his skin, the way Matt had rushed off, and then the blue-eyed stranger that had been the only one to treat him like nothing wrong had happened to Dan.
So he shrugged, “It's hard to tell. I've missed a lot.”
She opened her mouth to continue questioning but the microwave beeped loudly, effectively interrupting her and instead of prodding further, she got up to get the food out and place it in front of Dan. Gladly, he grabbed the fork and began stuffing the warm food in his mouth, but as he chewed, he could feel her watching him still.
“Mum,” He looked up, meeting her equally dark eyes and she blinked, looking away.
“Sorry, sorry,” She murmured her apologies and stood up to busy herself around the kitchen, washing up the dishes from when the rest of the family had had their dinner earlier in the night.
It was distress in the air that seemed to have poisoned their home. Every moment that Dan spent outside his room, he saw the signs all around. The way the furniture was still not arranged back in the regular manner from when Dan had been sleeping downstairs, unable to climb the stairs easily. The way that there were more papers attached to the little cork board in the hallway, bills and prescriptions now joining the regular pamphlets and discount vouchers. The way his parents seemed to be constantly on the edge even when everyone was at home.
The way they seemed to be so attentive of everything that involved Dan, but even more so with everything that involved Adrian.
“Can I stay home tomorrow?” Dan asked when he was done with his meal, setting the fork down thoughtfully.
“Is something wrong?” She instantly asked and took several steps closer to Dan as if ready to help with holding him up on his feet. As if he was about to collapse on the spot and break into small pieces that would need patching up again.
He just shook his head, grimacing at the way she so readily rushed to him, and tried to reassure her, “I’m just really tired,” He admitted truthfully before the next words became a half-lie, “And I think I need to read some of my textbooks to catch up beforehand.”
It looked like she was trying to study him again, to see through him but when she found nothing, she nodded. “Alright,” She walked up close to Dan and leaned in to kiss his forehead lightly. Dan closed his eyes momentarily, feeling a multitude of emotions and thoughts fill his mind at that simple action. When she pulled away, she squeezed his shoulder gently and he looked up at her through the curly bangs, “I’ll phone the principal in the morning so he knows that everything is alright.”
And with another long look at him, she left the kitchen and Dan was left on his own, his mind too full and chest too heavy to want to move, everything he knew wrapped in that familiar ringing.
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When Dan woke up again, it was already afternoon and his neck was stiff from sleeping on his stomach. The fairly lights were off and the light that fell through his curtains was cold. It made him curl up with his blanket even more, his joints popping as he did so.
It took him a while, but finally he got up, stumbling a little as he stood up and his ankle protested more noticeably after a day of exercise.
“Shit,” He muttered under his breath though there was no reason to be quiet. He knew that he was home alone; his parents were at work, Adrian was at school and his grandparents lived back in Reading. Though both brothers had whined many times to get a dog, they never had and at that moment Dan appreciated it.
Music flowed from the speakers when he attached the old player to them and Dan opened his laptop to pull up his schedule from school, fully intending to try and study. It was only after he had sat by the table, staring absentmindedly at the screen for a good fifteen minutes, that he noted the way his stomach was rumbling. It was useless to try, he realised, to study on an empty stomach, but there was a bit of guilt in not at least giving it a go.
He looked up and out his window and noted that the blinds of that same room were drawn, revealing an unclear variety of posters on the wall and some random things that Dan couldn’t make out.
There was no indication of what had caused the bright light however.
Curiosity left hanging, he looked away, pulling up Youtube to search for new music. The one bright side of having been out for so long was all the music that he had missed out on and if the shelf full of CDs was not an indication to Dan's love for music, then the additional box of vinyls and the poster had to spell it out for just about anyone.
But now it was with bitterness that he pulled up the new videos, knowing that the one person that he could've shared the experience and opinions with was buried six feet under.
His chest constricted at the first notes of the song and Dan closed the laptop, unable to continue when the reality settled in painfully.
Dan felt his face heating up, his eyes watering, and the memories flooded his brain; the first interactions with his friends, the day when one of those friendships was sewered forever, the look of Matt's face just the other day.
Before he knew it, a tear rolled down Dan's cheek and he wiped it away swiftly and cleared his throat.
His chest hurt more than anything else.
And suddenly he felt so incredibly lonely.
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His phone buzzed, drawing Dan out of his wrinkled-forehead thoughts as he was leaning over the Maths textbook, trying to figure out the equations. None of it made sense and whenever he thought that he was getting close to understanding something, his attention drifted and the numbers began to morph in his mind until the equation didn’t make sense anymore. And his face felt so bloated after the tears had stopped and it seemed that even if he kept washing his face, the feeling would never go away.
“Hey, Louise,” He picked up, glad for the distraction.
“Could've told me you wouldn't come today,” She seemed a little hurt on the other end and Dan bit at his lip.
“Sorry.”
“Whatever, I'll bring you the copy of the English reading tomorrow?” He could hear her linger, the question clear in her words.
“I will text you, I'm not sure if I will come tomorrow,” He looked over at the textbook and closed it, finally defeated.
“Alright... Do you want me to come over, maybe? I can bring the book around, if you prefer?” He sould hear the softness, the concern and even if he knew that it would be for the best, he couldn't find it in himself to invite the girl over.
Instead, he bit at his lip again, then shook his head even though she couldn’t see him, “Not today Louise, but I'll call you if anything changes.”
“Alright. Please don't disappear on me, Dan, it's been lonely without your comments in class.''
“I won't, I promise,” He smiled, laughing into the receiver; she had always been the one to hush him when he started to quietly sass the teachers and other students, “I'll make sure to annoy you soon again in the next.”
He could hear how her words were happy but there was a forced edge that remained there until they said their goodbyes.
When the line went dead, he looked down at the phone and there was a frown on his features. The loneliness was prominent, his heart still hurt, but he couldn't imagine being around her now, he didn't want to see the same looks, hear the same concerns, to have her constantly worry about helping him.
With a sigh, he pocketed his phone; he didn't want to think about it.
Dan ventured downstairs, the music turned up loud enough that it filled the house evenly. He was about to open the fridge when the doorbell rang and he paused. It was silent after that so he assumed the sound to have been his imagination and pulled the fridge door open, and began considering his options for early dinner when the doorbell rang again, then - once more.
So he hadn't imagined it after all.
Slowly, Dan limped out of the kitchen and stared at the front door. His parents were still at work and even if they wouldn't have been, they didn't need to ring the bell. Same with Adrian who was supposed to finish school in two more hours. He knew that he had agreed with Louise that she wouldn't appear unannounced, but he couldn't figure out who else would have the reason to come to his place. It couldn't be Matt; as much as he could hope for it, he had seen it in his whole posture that something had broken between the two friends. Neither D'aja nor Trissa knew his address.
Finally curiosity won over the worries and he opened the door just enough to look through the crack.
To his surprise, he recognised the boy who stood there, looking down at his phone confused before he looked up and his face instantly lit up with a smile, ''Thank God, I thought I got the wrong address somehow.”
Dan blinked at the other boy and slowly let door fall open further, just blinking at the stranger, wondering why he was there and how in the world had he found him anyway.
It seemed that he could read Dan's mind because he stuffed his phone in his pocket, “I live just next door,” He motioned at the house and when Dan looked at it he realised it was the same one that he could see from his bedroom window, the same which had had the weird light coming from it.
“Since when?” The words escaped Dan's lips before he could give them a second thought and he rushed to clarify, feeling some redness touch his cheeks in embarrassment, “That is, I have lived here for a while now and I've never seen you before?”
“Oh, I moved in during the summer,” Phil paused, then kind of motioned in Dan's direction, “And I uh, heard what happened, so I guess we never had the pleasure to meet.”
At that Dan frowned. Suddenly he became hyper-aware of the way he was leaning on right leg too much, the way that his scarred face was out in the broad daylight and in front of this stranger, the way that he was still too thin and looked more tired than not constantly. It made him wish that he had pretended that he wasn't at home and had never opened the door for the guy, even if the music was loud enough, flowing through the entirety of the house.
“Why are you here?” Dan asked, his voice lower and frown taking place on his features as he looked away from the stranger’s face and down at his shoes. Worn tennis shoes was what he was staring at and Dan wished that he had the insignificance of the the loose threads as on those shoes. Maybe then he wouldn't have to deal with all this attention.
What he didn't see was the way the stranger's face fell at Dan's reaction.
“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel bad,” He pulled off his backpack and reached inside it to pull out a messy stack of papers and held them out to Dan who looked at them questioning before finally allowing himself to look the stranger in the face.
He was jealous of this other boy; though Dan had never explicitly stated it, he had forever been self-conscious about his looks. His cheeks always felt too round, the dimples that so many people liked seemed like a deformity on his cheeks, his hair was a wild curly mess that he had to tame all the time by straightening them. And then this stranger - with his square chin, the blue eyes that shone brightly, with a black mop of a fringe that contrasted his pale face so perfectly, and with lips that were so full and lovely. He looked like everything Dan could have aspired to be.
“They thought it would be good if I brought you the homework so you don't fall behind,” The other boy explained and Dan reached out to take the papers, looking at the amount of text on them, “But to be honest, everything is so unnecessarily complicated this semester that I feel like I will go insane before Christmas.” The stranger laughed and Dan was caught by surprise at how the skin around his eyes crinkled, how the laughter seemed to reach every inch of the other boy's face and how it lit him up even more though Dan had thought it impossible.
“Yeah, it's been…. Challenging,” Dan added when the other boy stopped laughing, scrunching up his face as he tried to find the right word to describe it.
“I’m Phil, by the way,” The stranger, no, Phil, held out his hand a little too formally while introducing himself out of the blue, “Thanks for showing me the way yesterday, I think the arts teacher is about to lock me out of the class with how often I'm late. But honestly, he keeps changing the location all the time. I don't know how anyone can ever be on time!”
Dan let a small smile finally take place of the frown when Phil continued on, looking genuinely offended and confused by the teacher in question.
Finally, he reached out and awkwardly took Phil's hand giving it a weak squeeze when his fingers refused to lock properly, “I'm Dan. And Mr. Hoggins' class is something that you will need time to get used to, but he's a good guy in the end, just likes punctuality.”
Phil returned the squeeze and they shook before releasing their hold and Dan hugged the papers to his chest as the silence between the two continued, neither sure how to end this.
The song in the background changed and Phil's eyes grew wide and excited in an instant, “You like Radiohead?”
It was such an unexpected question that Dan took a second to respond, but when he did, he grinned at Phil, “Like them? I own every record that they have released and I've seen them live.”
Phil’s lips formed a 'wow' of awe at that and he looked so genuinely impressed that Dan shifted a little, looking at the street behind Phil. His family weren't going to be back for a while, and he had honestly given up on studying. It couldn't hurt having somebody over, right?
“Do you, uh,” Dan stepped back a little, awkwardly, “Want to come in or something? I can get you some tea, coffee? I have a bunch of records too if you want to have a look.” He looked down at the papers, “And to dear heavens I need help with the homework.”
“You sure?” Phil seemed so excited that Dan could imagine that he was going to take off from the ground as soon as he would move. Of course, he never did, and instead he carefully stepped inside the house, instantly looking around when he crossed the threshold with an unmasked curiosity.
Dan merely closed the door and shuffled past Phil. He tried not to think about how he would explain his presence to his parents, if they would manage to meet when crossing paths.
“Are you going to stand there for the rest of the day?” Dan humoured before he began his limp to the kitchen. He tried to steady his gait, not wanting to let the other guy know just how badly his ankle hurt. His fingers itched to tug the hood over his eyes again, but he knew that it wouldn't go unnoticed so instead he, chewing at his lip, dropped the stack of papers on the kitchen table and filled and started the kettle.
“Tea?” He asked when Phil appeared in the kitchen door without his jacket and shoes on, looking around as if he was unsure of where he belonged.
“Coffee, please?”
Dan nodded and shuffled around, opening the cupboard only to pause when he noticed that the coffee was on the top shelf. He always needed some leverage to reach those shelves, but usually there was nobody around to see how the nearly six foot tall man struggled with reaching the very top shelf, awkwardly going on his tippy toes and stretching his whole body to reach it. He often complained about his parents installing these cupboards just to annoy him because otherwise he could reach just about everything.
“Do you need help?” Phil offered and Dan’s teeth dug into his lip. The annoyance was the first thing that he felt, then came the shame and it weighed him down like a heavy blanket. He tried to shake it off; after all, he had promised Phil coffee and the other boy //was// taller than Dan.
So, finally, he heaved a sigh and turned around, leaning his back against the counter, as he looked up at Phil and nodded.
Without another word, Phil dropped his bag on the chair and went to retrieve the coffee container. His shirt rode up, when Phil reached up and Dan found himself a little distracted by that exposed patch of skin.
No, Dan had to remind himself that he had to keep his secret. He shook his head and tried to get the thoughts out of his mind, and //God// why was that ringing so persistent today?!
“No?” Phil asked, confused, and that drew Dan out of his thoughts only to see Phil holding the container, looking down at it confused before looking up at the shelf again, “Did I get the wrong one? I don’t see anything else, unless you keep your coffee in flour bag?”
“Sorry, yes, that's the one,” Dan offered Phil a smile who returned it though there was a little bit of confusion still hidden behind the blue irises. Dan ignored it though, grabbing a cup for himself and for Phil just as the electronic kettle turned off.
“My mum always complains when I drink coffee in the evening,” Phil inhaled, holding the mug up to his face, his eyes closed, “But I really can’t go through the whole day without at least two cups. I have no idea how people do it.” And with that, he took a tentative sip only to scrunch his face.
Dan just watched him with an odd kind of amusement in his chest; what an odd creature Phil seemed to be so far and something told Dan that it was only the tip of an iceberg.
“I think I burned my tongue,” Phil said sheepishly as he lowered the cup and pouted at Dan.
“Well, that usually to happen when you try drinking a scalding hot beverage,” Dan rolled his eyes at Phil and laughed when Phil pouted even more. “Come on, let's go upstairs.” He grabbed the papers and held onto the mug only to pause when the two arrived at the stairs.
Being at home had its advantages and the main was that nobody could see him.
“Can you take these, I forgot something,” He lied as he turned towards Phil, but it was clear that Phil knew. To Dan’s relief however, the other boy readily agreed, took the mug from Dan and stuffed the papers under his arm.
“Which is your room?”
“I think you'll be able to tell when you see it,” Dan smiled thankfully and watched as Phil began to climb the stairs and Dan aimlessly limped back into the kitchen. His face dropped once he entered the room, and he leaned his elbows against the kitchen counter, cradling his head into his hands, his head too full of whispering demons.
They reminded him of how he got here and blamed him for not being well yet.
And he felt so tired all of a sudden and so absolutely ugly.
He could feel the scars when he didn't see them. He avoided looking in the mirror too much, because he would start counting the little nicks all over his skin. And once he began, he could never stop, and he would count all those on his body, some more gruesome than others, but all a clear indication of the happenings of that day. How he was still weak and broken and how bloody helpless he felt with the most minor tasks at times.
It haunted him day and night.
He drew deep breaths, one after the other and slowly brushed his fingers through the unruly curls that he hadn’t bothered to try and straighten that day. He tried not to think about it much, and instead kept on rubbing his head, his face, until the feeling subsided enough that he could look up properly again.
There were things to deal with and he wasn’t sure where to begin.
But there were more pressing matters on hand right now.
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Summary: Phil can only see Dan with his glasses off. In a world of unreal blurs. No one else can see Dan, but he’s still there, because Phil still cares right?
Word count: 1177
Warnings: None, Just a bunch of angst and a tad bit of fluff
When I was little, I could see well. The doctor would smile and show me a thumbs up, I didn’t need any glasses this time either. Little me smiled at that, because the thought of black boxes around my eyes wasn’t very appealing. As I got into 8th grade though, my vision blurred and the words on the teacher’s whiteboard faded. Something else peculiar appeared as well. In the blurred mist of my bad vision, a boy started to appear. I could tell others couldn’t see the boy; it didn’t stop me from wanting to know him though. So when summer vacation rolled around, It became my mission to befriend the blurry boy.
“Um hello? What’s your name? I’m Phil!” I whispered, poking my finger in the direction of blurry boy. The boy whipped around eyes seemingly wider than usual and lifted his hand. It *looks* like he’s… pointing to himself? Does he think I’m talking to someone else!? It’s 2 in the bloody morning! “Yes you!” I mutter. A few seconds pass before he replies. “Um I- don’t have a name? No one really sees me ya know sooo…” Right. Of course he doesn’t have a name. “Can I name you then? I swear I’ll pick a normal name!” The boy nods quickly a smile stretching across his face. “How’s about…. Alex! No… Ben? Noooo… Cameron? Ack no uh- Dan! Yeah- do you like Dan?” Dan giggles and nods rapidly. “I love it Phil!! It suits me don’t ya think?” Dan playfully spins in a circle. How adorable. Wait what? Adorable?! I must be really tired, jeez. “Night Dan!” “Night Phil!”
~Welcome to Phil’s diary!! If you aren’t Dan, stay out!~
Entry One-
Dan and I became quick friends. I spent all night and day talking with him. He’s my only friend now. He’s got a quirky sense of humor, and a great smile. Maybe I have a crush on him… he’s just so great! He’s with me all the time, and I’ve really never been this happy! I wish I could see him unblurry though.. But of course, that’s never going to happen! He’s not really real is he?
My doctor became a quick threat. I knew the minute he the forced the glasses onto my face Dan was gone. It terrified me. The drive home from the hospital was spent panicking and turning an array of green shades. Was Dan gone forever? Where the hell is he?! I still feel his comforting presence, but I couldn’t see him. I need him.
The minute I laid down in bed I ripped my glasses off to see a scared looking Dan perched on the edge of my bed. “Dan! Fuck Dan the glasses I couldn’t see you Dan I-!” Before I could say anything else, his face was buried in my chest and his body was quaking. I could feel my shirt dampen. “I was so terrified Phil! Please, don’t wear those when you don’t have to! I thought you were just ignoring me!” Oh god. “No Dan- Bear, listen to me,” his eyes quickly found mine “I will never ignore you. I won’t. I promise. Now let’s go to bed alright?” My eyes were starting to leak too. Dan didn’t argue. He lifted the covers and burrows under, falling quickly asleep; I hate glasses, I decide. I wanted to smash them off my bedside table and onto the floor, but that would wake Dan, so I just slip under the duvet next to him. I’m trying to ignore the fact that my shirt is dry, even though I felt Dan’s tears moments ago. So I’m writing here again, distracting myself.
Today was Dan and I’s one year anniversary!! It was a school day, which I thought was a bad thing, but of course Dan made it better. During lunch, he took me to the music room, locked the door and played me fur elise, his favorite. It was so beautiful! I may or may not have cried… later tonight I’m making a picnic and taking Dan to a pretty little park I used to play in. I hope he likes it, because he means everything to me. Even if he’s not real. I can’t really feel him, but I know he loves me too... yeah. He does.
Whoops! I haven’t written here since high school! Wow! I graduate college tomorrow. Dan and I have been dating for 7 years now. I never wear my glasses, and just tell people ‘my contacts are in’ and that I’m ‘really clumsy’. People have started to get suspicious since I talk about my boyfriend so frequently. Because of this, I’ve asked my friend Sam to be my ‘fake boyfriend’ so my parents stop bugging me about meeting Dan. Dan hates Sam though. I’m not sure why. He’s like a real life version of Dan. the one that everyone can see. I love it. I love him. He’s so real. I’m sure Dan understands.
Guess what!? Sam kissed me yesterday! I felt just like kissing Dan, but better. When his lips are gone, I can still feel they were here. When I kiss Dan, the feeling is gone quicker than it came. Dan won’t talk to me anymore, he shouts constantly. “PHIL I HATE YOU! I FUCKING HATE YOU!! YOU DON’T LOVE ME YOU SICK LIAR!I” I told him I do love him. I also asked Sam if he likes the name Dan today. He does. Maybe I’ll ask him to change his name. I keep accidentally calling him Dan anyways. I’ve also started wearing my glasses more. There’s no point in seeing ‘Dan’ if he’s just going to be mad all the time. I’m just trying to keep us safe; honestly. What would people do if they knew I was dating a blurry invisible boy? It just wasn’t normal.
Sam changed his name today. He really is Dan now. It’s like heaven, having a real Dan all the time. The minute the name was legalized, I called up my mom and told her I wanted laser eye surgery for my birthday. My mom scheduled the appointment excitedly. Dan was excited too. I would finally have the fake Dan gone: permanently. I removed my glasses one last time to tell old Dan the news. The minute the blurry haze covered my vision old Dan appeared sobbing his eyes out in the corner. Of course, his fake tears didn’t stain the carpet. They weren’t real. Shaking my head, I slid my glasses back on. Silly me, I almost forgot he wasn’t real.
“Hello Dan and Phil games teenagers! Were turning Dab into a teenager today! Exciting!” “And guess what everyone? Phil’s got laser eye surgery! No more glasses for Philly!” From the side, I laughed bitterly. Phil always hated those stupid glasses. He always wanted to get rid of them, so I could be real. Now he’s gotten rid of them to get rid of me. I’m just a fake Dan now. If there is no Phil to notice me, am I really here at all?
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