dans pov

i put my phone down and roll my eyes playfully. what a loser. but he's my loser.

i roll out of bed and slowly walk down the stairs. i don't know why but i was just so tired this morning. i rubbed my eyes and walked into the kitchen, pouring a bowl of my favourite cereal.

i sit down with the bowl and scroll through twitter, eating slowly. at one point i almost fell asleep in my bowl, but lucky i didn't get milk everywhere.

i put the bowl in the dishwasher and go to comb my hair, brushing my hair out of my eyes. i throw on a sweater and head to school.

i get to the school and look at my phone. shit, i'm late. i rush to my locker to grab my binder. i do the combination and open it. a pink piece of paper flies out at me. i furrow my brows and look down at it. i read it quietly and quickly.

secret admirer? i have a secret admirer? i can't believe i, dan howell, have a secret admirer. i close my locker and rush to class. i walk in slowly. "sorry." i whisper to the teacher. i go and sit at the desk with phil. he's looking at me odd, i'm not quite sure why.

"craziest thing happened." i whisper, as i pull out the paper. "i have a secret admirer."