[COMPLETED]
(This was written before Dan came out! I am in no way meaning to invalidate his sexuality, I love him to death!)
Based on Dan's video, "Would you date THE REAL Dan?" but it takes a twist.
Said video has since been deleted due to an user...
author's note: this chapter is dedicated to cryxinglove u deeda💙💚
At one in the afternoon, I go to my bathroom and get a shower. Andrea has long since gone. After I told her that I'm meeting up with Dan, she was "disappointed" in me and left because she claimed she has a date with some guy named Ethan at the same time as my date with Dan.
My scheduled meeting with Dan. It's not a date.
I step out of the shower and towel-dry my shoulder length brown hair. I go to my bedroom and change into some Calvin Klein undies and an oversized black t-shirt that comes down to my knees. When I go back to the bathroom, I vigorously brush my teeth while listening to an old Lana Del Rey album.
Once I'm done assaulting my teeth, I go ahead and put some makeup on, mostly just to conceal the ugliest of my features.
By now my hair has dried into a knotted mess, so I quickly brush it out with some argan oil to keep my curls together and flip my head upside down and shake it to give it some more volume. When I swing my head back up, I fix a few pieces before going to my room to pick an outfit.
With little to no help from Google, I finally pick out an outfit. A loose grey turtleneck tucked into black cropped skinny jeans. Then, I added some black heeled boots.
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I check my phone and see that I've gotten a text from Dan.
'is it ok if i film sorry if this is weird' it reads.
'yeah thats completely fine' I send back and stick my phone, keys, wallet, portable charger, mint gum, and a water bottle in a mini backpack purse.
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I sling the backpack over my shoulders and leave my tiny closet-like apartment, locking the door behind me. For some reason, I get kind of nervous as I board the train that'll take me the short distance to Sheldon Square, but I shrug it off and play Crossy Road on my phone until it's time for my stop.
