Dan Howell was sitting on his couch in the middle of the couch room where the couch was of course set in, when all of a sudden he heard a loud crashing noise echo from the upstairs.
"What the actual fuck, I hope Phil isn't doing what I think he's doing...," Dan muttered to himself and sprang off the couch and sprinted upstairs. Dan slowly approached the door knob to Phil's room and very cautiously wrapped his hand around it. He turned the door to see the unpleasant sight of Phil dancing around on his bed with Dan's Haruka Nanase body pillow with K-pop music in the background. "Not again!"
"AHHHHHHHHH!" Phil screamed when he noticed Dan in the doorway. He immediately stopped dancing and he slammed his computer down, shutting off the K-pop.
"Phil, I really really question your sanity sometimes...," Dan sighed, shaking his head back and forth. "You told me you would never do this again."
"Well I'm sorry Dan, but I just can't resist the K-pop, and I also can't resist my waifu Haru," Phil sadly confessed.
A small teardrop ran down Dan's face, and he sniffled, "I thought you loved me Phil, but you seem to love Haru and BTS more than you love me."
Phil ran off the bed and put his hands on Dan's shoulders, "Don't say that!"
"But it's true," Dan insisted, pushing Phil's hands off his shoulders.
"No, it's not! Haru might be my waifu....but you're my husbando-waifu-wife-husband," Phil explained to Dan, staring deep into his ORBSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. ORBS ORBS ORBS ORBS oRBS.
"Really?" Dan asked, he started to look a wee bit happier.
"Definitely," Phil said as sincerely as possible. I am sincerely sincere that he said it sincere if you sincerely think that he didn't sincerely say it sincerely I sincerely hope that you get frickin' educated.
Phil leaned towards Dan and gave him a little kissy-kiss.
The end. <3
