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SORRY FOR THE SLOW UPDATES I WAS AT A DRAMA FESTIVAL

Also, I'm deleting the chapter regarding me posting this chapter v early so for anyone confused I posted this chapter accidentally when it wasn't finished (oops)

UPDATES WILL BE SLOW THIS WEEK AS WELL SORRY BC I HAVE A TAP EXAM AND A FRENCH EXAM AND I HAVEN'T PRACTICED FOR EITHER AND HAVE NO CLUE WHAT IM DOING

Finally, thank you so so so much for the INCREDIBLE support I've had on this fic ; I, personally, don't think I can write for sh.it, but apparently I was wrong. There are so many of you amazing people and I appreciate every little thing you comment or if you vote or even if you just read my fic, it means the world <3

Actually, one last thing, some people have been commenting on earlier chapters, agreeing with things that (fictional) dan is saying about himself and I just want you to know that if you feel that way, please talk to somebody, I'm always here, just pm me (:

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I am awoken by a quiet muttering near my ear. Turning over, I see the time is around 6:00 am.

The muttering continues and I look over at the guy to see him shaking, eyes closed, clearly having some kind of nightmare.

"Queer. Disgusting. Worthless." he just keeps repeating the same words over and over. They're slightly muffled, from the pillow, but I can just about understand him.

I grab my glasses from the bedside table and, as soon as I put them on, I can see his red, tear stained face. Bruises are starting to form all over him and I can only imagine how many more there are, under his clothes.

I can still hear his muttering, so I decide to wake him; shaking his shoulder a little.

"Hey. You okay?" I whisper.

His eyes begin to open and he looks up at me, then at my hand resting on his shoulder, then back at my eyes again.

"P-please don't touch m-me..." he says trembling.

I gasp, jumping out of bed, "Oh my god. I'm so sorry... Would you like something to eat? drink?"

"Nothing t-to eat, thank y-you... B-but would it b-be possible for me to h-have some c-coffee?"

"Of course! No problem!" I say, still very flustered.

I walk into the kitchen and start to make some coffee. However, I'm quickly interrupted by the *ping* of my phone.

dan: just woke up. how are you ?

Phil: Aha, how funny! I just woke up too! ('△｀)>c[_] Making coffee now x

dan: im having coffee too ; we seem to be full of coincidences today, huh

Phil: How weird! Well, enjoy your coffee! I need to go now ( ^_^)/ Byee! Xx

dan: bye phil

I slip my phone into my pocket and grab the two coffees that I had been making.

I walk back into my room, to see the guy sitting up, leaning against my headboard. With proper lighting, I can now clearly see all of the injuries on him. Bruises and cuts, everywhere you could imagine.

"Hey... Here's your coffee," I say, passing him the drink.

"T-Thanks," he says taking a sip, "You know, y-you're a lot less.. happy in r-real life."

I shoot my head towards him, "Wait, w-what?"

"P-Phil, right?" he says, looking up at me expectantly and placing his drink on the bedside table next to him.

"Seriously, what are you talking about? How do you know my name?" I exclaim, still very confused.

"I... uh..." he stutters again, bringing the duvet up towards his face, "I-I ran a little e-experiment. Your t-text tone went off."

"Wait... Dan?" I say, completely stunned.

There's no way. It's utterly impossible... Right? It's just a coincidence. A coincidence.

I quickly scramble to get my phone from my pocket, sending a quick text.

Phil: A coincidence.... ('･_･')

There's a *ping* sound from where the guy is sitting.

dan: a real big one at that

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i should've called this fic 'emoticons' due to the fact you guys like them so much xD