Shared Spaces. phan

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Hi friends

This is something I'm trying out. I still really like writing and love dnp and since there are still people who read my (very) old phanfic I wondered if anyone will read something new I was working on!

Unfortunately 88 keys won't be updated anymore and I'm still editing The Fence because it's full of errors.

This will hopefully be frequently updated so stay tuned.

bye !!!

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Usually when I tell people I live in one apartment with five different people they stare weirdly, then they ask my age, and when I say I'm twenty five they stare at me even weirder. Maybe it's hard for the independent and let's not hide it, selfish people of twenty first's century to fathom the idea of sharing a space with other people around your age that aren't your family, but it's doable.

Then they ask how it feels like, and I tell them it's really fucking awful.

Don't get me wrong, I don't have anything against my roommates. But each of them has a nice set of flaws that make living together an actual nightmare. Luckily we manage to not kill each other, alcohol helps of course.

Many nights are fun, we sit around our obnoxious circular dining table and play board games for hours on end. The table has been flipped only two times because of some anger issues.

Sometimes we put the volume on the speakers loud and dance to whatever is playing on Spotify whilst cooking dinner. Many things are less depressive when you do them with a group of best friends but sometimes you see their ugly parts that make you question why the hell they are your best friend.

And sometimes you catch yourself having feelings for one of them, and that makes it hundred times more harder. Suddenly you're imagining the person naked and in bed with you which is perfectly acceptable when you're not creepy about it.

All in all living alone seems like the last thing I will ever want to do. Even if living together is tremendous for everyone involved.

"Dan, if you don't exit that fucking bathroom I will drown you in my own fucking pee!" I jumped when the bathroom door banged right after I hopped out of the shower. My lovely roommate Beth, one fiery drama queen with raspy voice and an attitude, found a lot of ways to get me heated. Interrupting my alone time in the bathroom was one of them.

"Fuck off!" I shouted back, not in an angry way but more in a 'occupied' kind of way. Beth and I share less polite language with each other.

"Oh no Dan Howell, I'm peeing in your bed. Have fun washing the sheets." Before she could go anywhere I opened the door with nothing but a towel on. She didn't batch an eye on me and stormed right in. She pushed my half naked body out and the door lock clicked.

Beth and I met not that long ago. She was Garrett's first monogamous girlfriend, who he broke up with five months later.  However, we grew pretty fond of her and kind of hoped she would get back with Garrett as most of his girlfriends are petty bitches, so we let her stay. She's not as intimidating as she looks. In fact, she's quite a coward when it comes to spiders, dark spaces, clowns and other classics. She's a hard candy with a gooey inside and it's very entertaining to see her soft part reveal itself. 

After getting dressed and fixing my unruly mop of curly hair I entered our main sitting area. We needed a big space for five people so our place is actually an old warehouse, with the pipes and everything. It's a big open space with the kitchen, the living room and the dining room mixed together in a one big room without the walls in between. Upstairs there are six rooms and two bathrooms, one of them has a toilet. I choose the one with the toilet because I keep all my hygiene products there. I share it with Garrett, the only dude other than me in the house which means I've seen his penis more times than I would like to.