"So, Dan, this is my home."

Sam Gunn and Dan Howell stood outside Sam's lavender painted house.

"Come on, I'll introduce you to my mum," Sam smiled, taking Dan's warm hand and dragging him up the little amount of steps and into the house.

"Mum, this is my friend, Dan," Sam said, sounding slightly proud.

Sam was considered an outcast. Didn't have many friends, or really any at all. She had a brilliant mind, though, and was very smart and creative. She had her own opinions, and her individuality, and was growing into a strong young lady.

But, the kids at school bullied her for who she was. They called her gothic and emo, which she didn't mind, but then they called her worse names: names that stuck to her and made her believe they were true. Ones that caused her to cry herself to sleep some nights.

"Hi, Dan," Sam's mum, Lynn, smiled at the young boy. "Nice to meet you."

As Dan went to speak, Sam spoke first, "Yeah, well, we're gonna go talk... about... stuff..."

"Alright," Lynn shrugged, turning away from her daughter and the strange teenage boy she brought home.

"So, this is my room..." Sam said, smiling a bit. She pulled out a beanbag chair for Dan and she placed herself on her bed.

"It's nice," Dan commented, taking a seat on the beanbag.

"Thanks," Sam chuckled.

"So, why were you upset earlier?" Dan inquired, looking over at Sam.

"These stupid assholes from school," Sam sighed, biting her lip and looking at the wall. "They called me these things..."

"Things...?" Dan questioned.

"They called me a dyke, and a freak, and a bitch and... other names..." Sam sighed again, tears forming in her eyes.

"Hey, it's not true," Dan stated quickly, getting up and hugging the girl.

"It's not?" Sam asked, looking at Dan with watery eyes. Dan shook his head. "Then why do I feel like it is?"

Dan sighed, shrugging. "I don't know, but I know those words are lies."

"Well, those words are knives, and often leave scars."

"Perhaps, but don't let the knives cut you."

Sam sighed, smiling gently as she nodded. "Alright."

Dan smiled, moving back to his beanbag chair.

"Hey Dan, why were you crying?" Sam questioned, wiping away her tears.

"I was... betrayed," Dan muttered darkly, looking at the floor.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Sam asked, biting her lip. Dan just shook his head. "Okay then."

"Hey Sam?" Dan spoke up after awhile. She gestured for him to continue. "Can I- can I stay here tonight? I don't have anywhere else to go because the 'incident' from earlier that had me in tears, and-"

"Say no more," Sam said, shaking her head. "I'll check with my mum, okay?"

"Okay."

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Phil sat in his bedroom, blanket wrapped his pale shoulders as he leaned up against the wall.

He couldn't find Dan, and he was scared. He was worried that Dan had gotten himself into trouble.

Phil was also getting sick due to the rain that started falling, which brought a chilling breeze.

But Phil didn't care that he was getting ill. He only cared about finding Dan, explaining the truth and apologizing before it was too late.

Phil shivered and wrapped the duvet tighter around himself, before laying down and curling into a ball.

Phil began to cry.

He needed Dan here with him, to hold him. He needed Dan.

He needed to explain before everything was fucked up worse.

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