"Text me later" I say and give him a pice of paper with my number on. "Sure, see ya" he said and winked. But little did I know that later on he dropped the paper and an unknown person picked it up. --- Dan Howell, a seventeen year old punk boy with a drinking problem, unknowingly starts talking to Phil Lester, a pastel boy with anxiety who likes to drag blades over his skin. --- warning: this story contains depression anxiety etc. and smut, a lot of it. started August 25th, 2016.