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Aqua droplets cascade across the transparent surface; marking a trail for tiny travellers as it smears the view ahead. With every jolt the artificial light flickered as the carriage pulled into the station; another pointless destination on this endless journey. Running a hand through his hair Dan turned while sinking deeper into his seat. He was drifting; drifting in a constant battle with his conscience for which surrender was not an option. But, defeat seemed all the more inevitable. Soon, the movement in the carriage ceased and Dan was ushered by an unknown figure from its warmth; the cold air a slap in the face. Like hypodermic needles these aqua droplets pierced his skin leaving him bedraggled and shivering. His hair was starting to curl resembling something not unlike a hobbit. Glancing swiftly he noted a small bench shielded slightly from the rain. Ah a perfect escape. Trudging along the wet concrete he slumped into its hardened embrace; the cold from its surfaced penetrating his clothes. He sighed deeply; his mind relapsing. The revelations were bittersweet. Living in a society such as this it is easy to forget; to sweep the very fabric of you under the rub like an actor on stage in a play; an easy façade. But, much like digging a hole on a sandy beach you can only go so deep before it caves in around you. Truth will out as it were and you are often left reeling in the realisation; as if you've been living a lie the entire time. Dan put his head in his hands. Surely, this couldn't apply to him. He stared into the distance where mist had started to form; revelling in the ghostly silence. Suddenly, a figure started to emerge. Dan stood up hastily while it grew closer; cloaked in the misted aura.

"What the heck?" he said, his voice only just above a whisper. The figure stopped; its features clear. Dan cupped his mouth with his hand.

"You've gotta be shittin' me," The figures mouth curved into a smile while it ran a ghostly hand through some rather familiar brown hair. It shook its head. Dan stepped forward cautiously.

"Y-your…." He stuttered. The figured mirrored his actions.

"You," It said coldly. Dan gulped nervously, taking in the figures appearance. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

"That's impossible…you can't be real," The figure again shook his head.

"Oh I am….and in truth it should be you that is stood in this place," The figure gestured to the area around him. Dan's gazed swiftly followed.

"Wait I'm confused," he said bluntly. The figure let out a cruel laugh which sent shivers, like sparks, down Dan's spine.

"Yes I suppose you are aren't you?" The figure's grin widened "But don't worry your preferences will soon become clear," As the words left his lips the fog began to thin revealing another figure stood a few yards away. Dan's eyes darted to it before returning to the original. Gradually the second figure sashayed towards his impersonator, snaking an arm around his waist. Dan could only watch in horror. The figure stood with his back to Dan, his features unclear but his posture indicated he was definitely male. It draped it's other arm over his duplicates shoulder before wrapping it around his neck and pulling them closer; connecting their lips. Dan wanted to vomit seeing himself do these things but for some reason he couldn't remove his gaze. Gradually things became more heated as his replica reciprocated the actions. This couldn't be happening….this shouldn't be happening….this was a crime against nature…but as if stuck like glue his remained locked at the sight; taking in every movement they made. All of a sudden the fog began to thicken as the image of they moulding bodies became blurred but still fresh in his conscious mind…..As if pulled through a wormhole Dan's eyes darted open and his body shook slightly. Groping around at the bed sheets he felt a strong pound in the middle of his chest; the melody of a bass drum. Disorientated slightly he heaved himself upwards leaning against the headboard…..your preferences will soon become clear…..He blinked profusely. Sunlight had begun to peak through a slit in the curtains making its way into his eyes. He shielded them by holding up an arm while at the same time connecting his gaze with the raven-haired boy opposite. He gasped to see he was awake. Phil furrowed his brow. He had been lying on his side, cocooned within his duvet, facing in Dan's direction.

"You alright?" he asked warily. Dan sat silent for a moment; the events replaying in his mind. He bit his lip nervously.

"Well?" Phil prompted. Dan grimaced.

"Fuck off," he said shortly before slumping backwards into his pillows. Phil scoffed…someone's being a drama llama…..Still, after last nights confrontation it was probably best not to pry; some things are best left unsaid. Phil sat up; peeling himself free of his cosy constraints and yawning widely. There were better things to so then ponder his roommate. With haste he retrieved a few toiletries before heading to the bathroom and readying himself for the day. Dan listened as his roommate buzzed about the room before the silence entered abruptly; he was alone. Burrowing himself deeper into the bed he hid his face with his hands…..what's happening to me…what have I become…Tiny streams of tears crept their way across his cheeks staining their perfect form; their presence a painful relic of his own blindness. With shuddered breath he whimpered softly…no….that's not who I am ….Running his hands across the back of his neck; fingernails dug into tender skin. Like a raging fire the pain burned and offered bittersweet redemption…..he'd been violated….disgusted by his own actions…tainted by association….Desperate to purge himself of such a sin he applied more pressure feeling flesh tear from flesh; searing every nerve. He winced; removing some of the tension…..this is what I am…..a crime against humanity…Forthwith, Dan heard the door click open followed by the shuffling of footsteps. Gasping sharply at the intrusion he pulled his duvet over his head; ignoring the sharp twinge. Phil was greeted by a deathly quiet room as he opened the door. Slipping awkwardly inside Phil dumped his belongings into a draw beneath his bed before retracting a hair brush and straightening iron. Once completely preened he admired his appearance in the mirror…..hmm…..not bad…He ran a hand across his crisp, white shirt; removing any creases. The boy behind him stirred. He turned; staring at the huddled form.

"Are you going to get up then?" Phil asked, fiddling with his tie. "It's nearly 7," The covers shifted slightly but the boy did not emerge. Phil huffed in frustration.

"You can't ignore me forever," he began "If this roommate thing is going to work you have to at least acknowledge my existence," Dan peaked from behind the duvet, disgust plastered on his face. Phil's expression softened.

"Look I'm sorry about what I said yesterday," Dan raised an eyebrow. Did he pity him? Did he look that desperate and weedy? Phil frowned at the silence.

"I shouldn't have called you a coward," Dan's expression hardened allowing a sarcastic chuckle to escape his lips. He stood up hastily.

"Listen Phil," he spat, a lump forming in his throat. "Just keep out of my way," They stood still for a moment as if movement was a sign of submission; their eyes fixed on one another. The air became thick and heavy with suspense.

"What is your problem?" Phil said finally. Dan's mouth twitched, taken aback by the question.

"I haven't got a problem," he growled, grabbing Phil's tie and yanking him forwards. Phil spluttered, choking. Gripping Dan's hand he pried it from the fabric. Dan gasped as their skin touched, the implications deafening.

"Get the fuck off me you weirdo!" he said loudly, backing away from him and storming from the room. Phil exhaled deeply readjusting the tie…..Jesus Christ…..right nut-job that one…..He glanced towards his roommates bed aimlessly until his eyes caught sight of tiny droplets of crimson on the pillow. Cupping his mouth with hand he sat down on the bed; an eerie familiarity tugging on his insides.

Here's a quick update. Sorry it's not longer. Idk why but I felt it was appropriate to end it there. Still, I hope you liked it. Don't forget to review.

P.S. Am I the only one feeling really sad that this is the first Sunday with no 'Dan and Phil Show'? I already miss it so much. Still, tomorrow is the first of the new Monday show and I'm SOOOO excited! Yay for Dan and Phil!

Byeee!