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"Dan was an incredible person. He lit up the room whenever he smiled and he was an absolute joy to be around. I'll never forget him. I hope he's happier where he is now." The girl stepped down from the podium as fresh tears spilled over red-rimmed eyes throughout the congregation. "That's fucking bullshit. She talked to me once, asked if she could borrow my pen. She never even gave it back." Dan sulked, arms crossed as he sat on the side of the hole in the ground, legs dangling down above his casket. Being dead sucked. Another boy Dan barely recognised stood to speak. "Dan was like a best friend to me." He began and Dan's mouth fell open. "Th

You're staring at him again, as is pretty much everyone else in the car park. Maybe not as flat-out obvious as you, but they're staring. Sneaking peaks as they're 'looking for their friends'. But you don't care. It's not like they're not used to what you're doing. It is Dan Howell after all. Dan Howell with his quiffed hair and his leather jacket and his too-tight pebble washed black jeans, leaning against his old 1967 Mustang. Always leaning against that car. Like it's some sort of safety blanket for the college car parks. Not like he'd need anything protecting him. He arrived in town a few months back, and you haven't been able to stop sta

"I can't do this any more." Phil shuffled his feet, mumbling into his sleeve covered fist. "Can't do what, baby?" Dan asked, not looking up from his laptop screen. "Us." As soon as the word passed Phil's lips, Dan's head snapped up, staring up at Phil with large, wounded eyes. "What? Why?!" Dan panicked, shoving his laptop on to the sofa next to him and standing in front of Phil. "I.. It's... It's complicated." Phil stuttered, unable to think of a real reason. "It is... Do you not love me any more?" Dan's voice was so upset Phil had to actually fight off tears. This was much more difficult than he had originally anticipated. He nodded, deci