Chapter 1

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Dan POV
there he is. The guy next door. Every day I see him walk out his door at 7:50 and head to school. He goes to the same school as me but I never have the nerve to talk to him. I could leave when he does, but what if he notices me and sees me blush, or try's to talk to me and I stumble over my words. But no today is the day. I, Dan Howell, will talk to Phil. I get my bag and go out the door I jog to catch up to him but try and act like I'm late. Phil sees me running and stops me to talk, "hey. Your so thatDan kid right?" He's talking to me what do I do, oh no think. Just talk to him,
"y-yeah," I manage to stutter
"Hey I didn't know you lived next door, why don't we hang out after school?" He smiles another one of his infectious grins, and I smile back, "that would be great. I-I'd love to," I manage to stutter.
"Great. I'll see you after school then" he smiles and runs ahead to catch the bus, I stare into space until I realize I just missed it, I guess I'm walking.

Phil POV
I finally did it. I talked to the mysterious guy next door. Dan. His stutter is the cutest thing I could ever hear, and his dark clothes make him look even better. What is it about him that makes me so head over heels. I see him in the halls every day and his eyes just draw me in. I sit on the bus and realize that Dan stood dazed on the sidewalk and missed it. I laughed and smiled. He was funny like that. And then I decided, I'm gonna ask him out today. And then I began to form a plan.

Dan POV
I walked into school five minutes late since I had to walk. But when I walked in the door instead of an empty hall I saw him standing there nervously smiling with his bright blue eyes, looking at me. "Phil why aren't you in class it's five after bell?"
"Well Dan. I have a question for you. And I don't quite know how to say it," he takes a deep breath in, "Dan I don't know what it is about you, whether it's the dark clothes, or the quiet drawn back appearance, but I think I love you. And before you laugh in my face or run away, I just want you to know I don't understand how because I don't know you very well. I just know I do." He finished talking and my mind raced. I have to force myself not to jump and squeal and kiss him. Instead I just let a smile through that broke into a wide grin across my face. Phil looks at me and waits patiently for a response
"Phil Lester." I look him in the eyes, "I think I'm in love, in love with a guy named you." It came across really poetic but I don't care. And then... I realized we were late.

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