Meme Trash ● Phan●

Chapter 1-MemeHowell

MemeHowell- Happy 4:20 am guys <3

Dan sighed.

He hadn't slept in forever. Just so he could stay up until four-twenty. It was easy to say he had literally no life.

Dan's phone buzzed next to him.

It was a text from one of his internet friends.

Pepe- Happy four-twenty my meme friend

Dan smiled to himself and replied.

Dan-Your trash...But I still crave your mineral ;)

The other boy's name wasn't actually Pepe. He just liked it because he, like Dan, was also a meme.

Pepe-I am a frog

Dan-You are not a frog

Pepe left then. His parents were quite strict and often came into his room to make sure he was asleep and not doing anything naughty.

Now was the time of night, or morning as it was four am, that Dan mindlessly browsed the internet.

There were rules on Tumblr.

At least for Dan there was.

His rule was; absolutely no hipster blogs.

Dan hated them with a passion. They were constantly trashing on his memes and posting stupid edits of literally bathtubs.

When Dan first joined Tumblr, all was fine.

Then the hipsters attacked.

Even before Tumblr, Dan loved memes. He found out about them when he went to Hot Topic and saw a doge shirt.

He didn't understand and asked what it was. One of the workers told him it was this thing called a meme.

Of course, when Dan got home he researched said meme and that was the start of an unhealthy addiction.

Dan came up with an idea and went to create a new post.

MemeHowell-It started out with a Doge, how did it end up like this? It was only a Doge, it was only a Doge.

His most recent frustration was...

The Dress.

What the fuck was with the stupid dress.

What colour was it?

Dan hated that meme with a passion.

He had quickly put it into his neatly organized folder of trash. In that folder, was the url of every single hipster blog he had ever seen.

In Dan's opinion, he had the best dash out of everyone on Tumblr. Mostly because there were llamas and alpacas.

And goats.

Dan loved the mineral meme.

He used it everyday, even at school, and sometimes in his creative writing assignments.

Dan was a meme.

As he was browsing he came across something.

A hipster blog.

Dan hissed and pulled his blanket, which was black like his soul, over his head. It was a quiet hiss though, since his mom was still asleep.

He read the url.

Pastel-Lester

Lame.

Dan rolled his eyes and looked at the blog.