Author's Note: Hey everyone! I'm a sucker for high school Phan AUs, so I figured I'd give it a go. I had the hazy idea for the plot when I was half asleep in a car, so I apologize if it's a tad strange. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

Phil's POV

I sighed, wishing I was any place but at Sophia's party. I was standing near the fireplace awkwardly, watching as many of my fellow teenagers performed acts of what I assumed they thought passed as dancing. I grimaced, noticing a particularly clingy couple making out/swaying to the music in the middle of the room. Maybe there was some sort of appeal in shoving your tongue down someone's throat, but I certainly didn't get it. It seemed positively revolting.

I visibly shuddered and closed my eyes. Maybe if I wished I wasn't there, I could just disappear. Blinking, I clutched my drink to my chest (water, thank you very much) and sighed again. I had zero interest in the party, and could not wait to leave.

I contemplated hiding out in one of the many bedrooms until all of Sophia's "guests" left, but immediately dismissed the idea once I imagined what, or who, I would stumble in on upon opening the door.

God, I thought scornfully. Why can't straight people keep it in their pants? I glanced around the room again. Sophia's family was certainly well off. Expensive and expertly placed furniture was scattered around the grand living room, and costly paintings done by obscure artists dotted the walls. The focal point of the lavish room, however, was the giant fireplace. Made of large, polished rocks and shiny, high quality wood, I figured it cost more than my car.

But it wasn't just a tasteful choice in home decoration. It was also the perfect hiding spot for antisocial, non-party-goers such as myself. I was actually quite content cowering in its monstrous shadow, but it soon became clear Sophia had other ideas.

The blonde in question was marching towards me, fury radiating off her. Her typically pretty face was alight with anger, and her cheeks were a burning shade of red.

Sophia Anderson's parents were good friends with mine, and had been since school, so we had grown up together. Sophia's hated me since we were maybe eleven, when she decided I wasn't "cool enough" to be her actual friend and left me in the dust. However, our parents continued to thrive in their friendship, and we have been forced together too many times to count.

On that particular night, both of our parents went out to do some adult thing, and wouldn't be back until the wee hours of the morning. Sophia, being the horrifically social girl she was, decided to throw a crazy party for what seemed like our entire school. I didn't want to be there, but I had nowhere else to go. I had arrived at the Andersons with my parents, and they had taken the car. I was stuck for the night.

I pushed myself away from the fireplace, inwardly groaning. I mentally prepared myself my Sophia's wrath. I knew what was coming my way.

"Philip Lester!" She whisper-shouted at me, stopping about a foot away from me. "What the hell do you think you're doing? You look like a serial killer!"

It took a lot of willpower to not roll my eyes. A serial killer? Really? "I'm literally just standing here." I responded, keeping my voice flat and my expression blank. I had mastered this stoicism around Sophia years ago, when I realized showing any sign of emotion would just fuel her fiery rage.

"No! You're moping! Which is utterly ridiculous!" She replied, her voice slightly raised. I had no idea why she was so angry about me simply just standing silently.

She raked a hand through her peroxide blonde hair, taking a calming breath. I noticed she did seem more stressed than usual. I was beginning to become confused.

"Look, Phil, Daniel is coming tonight, and it needs to be perfect!" Sophia declared, her brief moment of lacking confidence lost in the wind. My eyebrow furrowed, and I gave her a confused look.

"Daniel? Do I know him?" I inquired. Sophia rolled her eyes.

"No, Philip. You don't know him. He's a new kid I met at Starbucks yesterday. And he's fucking attractive, so I swear to god, Phil, if you ruin this for me-" Sophia began, but was cut off by a handsome, posh voice behind her.

"Soph?" The mystery man called. I craned my neck to see around her head, but she was already spinning around and rushing towards the voice. Her facial expression changed completely. How she can go from raging bitch to teenage beauty queen, I'll never know.

"Daniel!" she squealed, launching herself into the arms of a very good looking boy I'd never seen before. The first thing I noticed was his height. He was incredibly tall, about my height, and was dressed in all black. Black shoes, black skinny jeans, slightly loose black and gray tee shirt. A plain black hoodie with a silver zip was draped over one of his arms. He had brown hair, styled in a fringe similar to mine bit parted on the opposite side. I subconsciously brushed my black hair out of my eyes. I took it all in, slightly confused. He wasn't Sophia's usual type at all. He was more up my alleyway, to be honest. I finally let myself focus on his face, which was still home to a shocked expression. Probably from Sophia's surprise attack-hug. My breathing hitched.

Staring directly at me was the most gorgeous pair of eyes I'd ever seen in my entire existence. One might describe them as brown, but I lacked the vocabulary to describe the depth and richness of them. They were dark in color but light and burnished in soul, and twinkled in the light. A slight smile was plastered across his face, and his eyes crinkled adorably. They shimmered with nervousness and excitement and something else that I just couldn't quite place. His countenance changed abruptly, and he grinned at me. He had lightly tanned skin and the cutest dimple I had ever seen. I broke eye contact as I realized what I was thinking. I could feel myself blushing.

"Danny! I'm so glad you could make it!" Sophia cooed, her saccharine sweet voice jolting me out of my thoughts. Despite the obvious crush I was suddenly harboring for this boy, I wanted nothing to do with Sophia. I quickly began to walk away from them, skirting around the pair. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Daniel's smile drop. I was a few feet away when I heard his voice, and froze.

"Actually, Soph, I would love to go somewhere with you, but I think I overheard some girl saying some nasty things about you," the Daniel boy said rather loudly. "I think I heard one of her friends call her Rachel?" I whirled around, just in time to see Sophia's face fill with rage.

"That bitch!" Sophia snarled, and stalked away from the new boy to where I presumed Rachel was. I made eye contact with Daniel, who suddenly looked nervous. I made a realization, and barked out a laugh as I made my way towards him.

"You didn't overhear anyone, did you?" I asked him, unable to suppress my grin. He let out the breath he must've been holding, and shook his head. I laughed again, and was rewarded with his stunning smile once again. I smiled and took a sip of my water.

"So which is it?" I asked him. "Danny or Daniel? I need to know what one I should call you if we're going to get along."

"Neither, actually." He replied. I gave him a quizzical look. He stuck his hand out, beaming. "I'm Dan Howell." I smiled. Dan, I thought. I like it.

"Phil." I said, taking his outstretched hand. It was warm and kind of soft, and he had a strong grip. I could feel my face flushing, and immediately cursed my pale, obvious skin. "Phil Lester."

And that's a wrap! I'm hoping that this fic will actually be on the longer side, and I'll get into the actual school part and such next time. Until then!

Word Count: 1,365