or the one where dan and phil aren’t bitch ass liars and actually met while dan was still a student at manchester uni. if you can cue student stress, shitty studio apartments, and copious weed use– you’ve got the right picture.
genre: general/fluff/lil angst
warnings: tw for weed, internalized homophobia, wanting to pitch yourself off a building because of law school, and cheap ass rum
a/n: this whole fic is written in the pov of someone high so heyo for experimental syntax and free association . also don’t do drugs kids :)