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Under The Cherry Tree~ Phan

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Phil Lester is the towns Pretty boy in pastel, Living in the most homophobic Town in London ever, he has no one.... Or so The pretty boy in pastel thinks. This book os officially over!! Thank you all for the reads! I enjoy it so much!! It's sad to...

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The rest of that day was smiles and laughs. We ended up going back to my house to hang out for a while.

He started singing a familiar song. I'm pretty sure it was A MCR song and he started dancing around acting kinda sassy. He reminded me of sassy Gerard from the Danger Days era. I think the song was Na Na Na Na.

"Give us more dedication (NANaNaNaNa Na Na Na Na Na NaNaNaNa) I'm right here. Right now, all the way in battery city, come children and raise open your filthy palms like tiny daggers up to heaven" he did a dramatic pose.

I laughed, "You look sassier than Gerard Way in Danger Days!" He stopped and laughed.

"No one can out sass Gerard Way- Not even Brendon Urie can out-sass Gerard!" He laughed and continued to sing. A little while after the song I turned on a Fall Out Boy song.

"We are wild we are like young volcanoes!" I posed and made a sassy face. Dan laughed.

"Put on a fedora and you'd Be Patrick Stump!" I laughed and fell to the ground from laughter.

There was something about Dan that just made me... Feel like I belong. I feel... Loved!

"Phil?"

"Yeah, Dan?" I was kinda scared.

"What do you think your gonna do with your future?"

I thought about it for a moment. "Well, I'm not really sure.. I'm 16.. I all ways told myself I wasn't gonna make it to see my 19th birthday." He held my hand. "And I used to say I wanna die before I'm old bit because of you I might think twice,"

He hugged me. And I embraced it. I enjoyed it, I love Dan.

"Well I'm glad, I'm glad I met you, Phil Lester." He smiled.

"I'm glad too." For a moment everything went still once again, and he kissed me. I loved his kisses. They were like.. Hot chocolate on a winter day. It was refreshing.

Once he pulled away I grabbed my heart. "Phil are you okay?!" I couldn't speak. I wanted to say

'no I'm not okay- call my mom. Or someone!'

But the words wouldn't come out of my mouth. "Phil!! Phil? Phil?! Answer me!!" I still couldn't answer. "I'm calling Someone!" He dialed 999. I couldn't hear anything... I have passed out once again.