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"Good Morning Daniel." Tiffany said.
"Morning mother." Dan said as he sat down at the dinner table.
"Honey did you wake the twins?" Tiffany asked.
"I don't really want to. I'm really ti-"
"Honey go wake the twins." Tiffany said sternly. Nugget groaned and went to wake up the twins.
"The oatmeal is good mother." Dan said awkwardly.
"Thank you dear." Tiffany said. "So anything going on at school?"
"No not really. I have my speech this week. Which I have to re-write by the way." Dan groaned.
"What? Why?" Tiffany asked.
"Two words. Phil Lester." Dan groaned.
"He took your cards? I'll go down there and-"
"Mom it's fine. He's nothing but a impolite piece of rubbish." Dan said and Tiffany nodded in agreement.
"You better go or you're going to miss the bus."
***
"Morning son!" Pete said.
"Morning pops." Phil groaned as he sat down.
"The fucks wrong with you?" Linda asked.
"Nothing mum. Just tired." Phil groaned.
"YOU!" Cassie screamed. Phil turned around to look at his eleven year old sister.
"What did I do now?" Phil groaned.
"You took out the eye of my doll!" Cassie yelled and showed a doll of Cinderella missing an eye.
"Oh yeah sorry 'bout that. Needed it for something important." Phil shrugged.
"What for?" Cassie asked.
"I needed to graffiti Dan Howell's locker." Phil said.
"Ugh you bully him too much! It's almost like you like like him!" Cassie teased.
"Ew gross. Even if I was a queer I would still have standards." Phil said.
"Standards? You're dating Sophia." Cassie said.
"Oh fuck you. Go suck a dick." Phil said while rolling his eyes.
"Watch your fucking mouth." Lindsay said.
"Why can you swear but I can't?" Phil asked.
"Because I'm an adult. Now sit the hell down and eat your red meat."
***
Dan was scolding himself as he watched his bus drive pass him. People were laughing and pointing at him. He was trying to remember his speech when he suddenly heard loud rap music. He looked behind him and saw a red convertible.
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It's a Pastel Punk Thing
RomanceDaniel Howell was a pastel prince. He wasn't popular, no, in fact he couldn't wait to get out of highscool. Excited to go to Yale. Philip Lester was a punk. He skipped class, smoked, swore at teachers and was football captain. This of course made h...
