Hello Phans! :D Look-y here! A new fic! Yeah, I'm taking a break from my other fic, guys. I have immense writers block for it. :c So, naturally, I started a new one! This one is more experimental, actually! This basically an AU (alternate universe). Dan and Phil are the same age, and they're younger than in real life. Also, they meet in a completely different manner. I hope you enjoy this! I had a ton of fun writing chapter one! Let's hope the next one is as well! (I'm typing this instead of working on a map, you lucky people. :3)
Phil's P.O.V.
As soon as I step out of my car, a sweat breaks out across my hairline thanks to the heat. I instantly regret not trimming my hair before coming to my summer job at camp. I'll have to find Paula, the girl in charge of the farm, and ask her to cut it a bit. She's good at things like that. I need this summer to be great, seeing as though it will probably be the last time I'm a counselor. I'm studying abroad for college next year to America, and I probably won't be back in time. It's a pity, really.
"Phil!" A voice calls to me. I turn to find my friend, Adam, barreling towards me.
"Adam!" I reply, jut as he crashes into me. The impact almost knocks me off of my feet. I haven't seen Adam since last year at camp. He's grown about half an inch since then, just reaching my height. He's one of my closest camp friends. We've been going each summer together since the age of six.
"How are you?" He asks, grinning at me.
"Good!" I reply. "I'm glad to be back."
"Me too," He nods. "Excited for the campfire tonight?"
"Hell yes!" I exclaim. A bonfire is held each year for the counselors before the kids arrive the next day. It's an opportunity for all of us to catch up. It also allows us to drink for the only time that summer, besides the farewell fire.
"As if that was even a question." Adam chuckles. "I gotta go finish unpacking my things. I'm in cabin eight."
"What? Lucky!" Cabin eight was one of the only cabins with air conditioning. "I've got four." I say, remember what my sheet of information said.
"Well that's not too bad! I'm bunking with James. Any word on your cabin mate?" I shake my head, but I can't suppress a grin. James and Adam are basically inseparable, and one of James' favorite hobbies, is tricking Adam.
"No, nothing. Though it looks like I'll be finding out soon enough."
"You've gotten stuck with a newbie, haven't you?" He smirks at me. "Have fun with that!"
"Oh, stop being a prat!" I laugh as I gently hit him. "The bloke will be fine. He's most likely gone to other camps or something." I can't help but be a bit nervous to meet the newest staff member of Blue Crest camp. I'm sure he'll be a completely decent guy, but there's always that slim chance that he won't be. And meeting new people always does put me on edge, unfortunately.
"Yeah, I guess. Okay, I'll see you tonight!" Adam waves as he jogs away. I let out a sigh and smile to myself as I walk around my car to the trunk. I open it slowly, my two suitcases greeting me. I never have been a light packer. I grab them both and place them on the ground next to the car, reveling my pillow, my bed sheets, and my stuffed lion teddy that I can go nowhere without. Not that anyone needs to know that. I set them next to my bags and close the trunk.
"Alright, Phil. You can do this." I give myself a small pep talk before gathering all my stuff in my arms. Carefully, I balance the sheets and pillow in the crook of my forearm and pick up one suitcase. Jeez! It was heavy! With a grunt, I grab my other suitcase and retract the handle, willing it to roll for me. As soon as I'm done, I start to make my way up the gravel path. They really need to pave this thing.
"And there's cabin four!"
"This one?"
"Yeah, this is where you'll be spending your summer! Your cabin mate is an old-timer here and should be arriving in a few- oh! There he is! Phil!" My head snaps up. Bosley, the camp director, is making his usual newcomer rounds. Standing beside him is a boy who looks just about my age, if not a tad younger. He's tall and lean, with a mess of thick, brown, obviously straightened brown hair on his head. His eyes are the color of melted chocolate, and his eyelashes are long and thick. A smile plays on his soft pink lips. I can feel my mouth hang open. He's beautiful.
"Do you need some help with that?" He asks as I continue to hobble up the path.
"That'd be nice." I grin sheepishly at him and stop walking. He closes the distance between us and reaches for the bag that I'm holding, allowing me to carry my sheets freely. Our eyes lock as his fingers gently brush mine in the process of grabbing the handle.
"I'm Dan." My god, that voice!
"Phil," I just barely choke out.
"Well, now that you two have met, I'll just be on my way." Bosley says, flipping through the papers on his clipboard. "You can show Dan around, can't you, Phil?"
"Yeah, yeah, of course!" I nod. Dan gives me a small smile then breaks the trance that our eyes held. He turns around, his hair sweeping across his forehead, and heads into the cabin, my bag in his hand. That's when I realize, I'm shaking.
Dan's P.O.V.
The cabin is almost hotter than outside, but the break from the sun's rays is nice. The first thing I notice is the empty room I stand in. There's absolutely nothing on the wooden floor. Strange. On both my left and right, there are doors, one leading to a room that contains five sets of bunk beds, and the other to two twin size beds. Across from the entrance, there's a small bathroom that houses two toilets, two sinks, and a single shower on the far wall. It's a big cabin, bigger than I was expecting.
"We're in here," Phil says from the room that contains the two beds. I hadn't ever heard him come in. There's something about him, I can't put my finger on it, but I feel… extremely attracted to him. His jet-black hair allows his bright, blue eyes to pop in the most marvelous of fashions, and his mouth seems to curve in just the right ways. I'm already aware that he has a habit of poking his tongue through his lips, due to the fact that since I laid eyes on him, he's done it sixteen times.
I walk into the room slowly, trying not to look at him.
"Do you care which bed you get?" His voice snaps me back to reality.
"Uh, no, not at all." He nods and takes the bed closest to him.
"Thanks for carrying my bag." He says as I set it on his bed of choice.
"Oh, it was nothing. I should probably bring my stuff in now too, though."
"I'll help." His lips curve upwards into a perfect grin. I don't protest like I normally would for some reason. I never want people to help me.
We walk outside, our hands dangling side by side. I could grab it, if I wanted. I wonder what his hands feel like. They're probably soft and smooth.
Oh my god, I think. What the hell is with me? At home, I was openly gay. Everyone I know is aware of that. But here, not a single person knows. It might be best to keep it that way, I decide. I'm not saying that the other staff members would react badly, but what if they did? Plus, Phil is probably straight, while I , on the other hand, is about as straight as a stretched-out slinky.
He grabs the heavier of my two bags. Gosh, I packed a lot. I yank the other bag and bed stuff from off the ground and we make out way back inside.
"Mind if I put on some music?" I ask him after we set my stuff on my bed.
"Not at all!" He slyly smiles at me as he puts something on the wall that I can't see thanks to his body. "Just make it good!" I dig into the front pocket of my bag and pull out my phone. I know just what to put on. I go into the albums section and pick Origin of Symmetry by Muse. They're my favorite band, and that's my favorite album. I hope Phil was into this and not that "Top 40" crap. As soon as the first song comes on, his mouth drops open.
"You like Muse?" His pupils have grown wide, making his eyes even more spectacular.
"Yes, they're my all time favorite band! Do you?" He grins at me once more, and then moves away from the wall, letting me see what was hidden behind him. I try to refrain from jumping up and down as I see the well-sized Muse poster hanging above his bed.
"That…is…WICKED!" I shout, running up to it. "Where on Earth did you get it?"
He shrugs. "My uncle got it for me on my fourteenth birthday."
"It's in incredible condition!" He can probably see all my teeth at this point.
"I've taken incredible care of it!" He chuckles. The next half hour is spent discussing Muse. I knew becoming a camp counselor here was a good idea.
Phil's P.O.V.
I told you.
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