Hello sexy person reading this, thanks for clicking on my story! I hope you like it, feel free to leave a review or follow if you thought it was worthy :3 Also, if you read my other story "Daydreams" I'm currently putting it on hold. Sorry if that's disappointing (you probably don't care, lol) but I'm just not really feeling it at the moment.

Anyways, on with the story!

(p.s. as of now I think this will always be told from Phil's point of view, unless I decide otherwise later on)

Chapter 1: Stink Bombs

Black skinny jeans. Straightened hair. A new OMFG t-shirt. I swept my gaze over my reflection once more, and after deeming myself acceptable, grabbed my backpack and jacket before heading downstairs.

I glanced at the clock in the kitchen to see that I still had like 8 minutes left until I had to leave, so I went to the fridge and popped some frozen waffles in the toaster despite the fact that I'd already eaten breakfast.

I tapped my foot impatiently for a few minutes, keeping time with the clock on the wall. Why weren't my freaking waffles done yet? Weren't they aware that my first day of 11th year was today? Arriving tardy was the last thing I wanted to do, especially being the rule-following loser that I am.

The toaster finally dinged, and I grabbed my waffles quickly only to throw them into the trash bin directly afterwards. How could I eat when I was so fidgety and nervous?

Glancing at the clock again, I let out a small yelp and grabbed my stuff before sprinting out the door and hopping in my car. Stupid waffles, now I'm gonna be late! Nice going, Phil.

I sighed and flicked on my favorite album from Muse to calm my nerves as I drove, hearing the familiar sound of Matt Bellamy's voice fill the car. I began singing along (not very well, at that) and finally began to freaking calm down and start feeling normal again.

I pulled into a free spot in the high school parking lot, and of course it was as far away from the school as physically possible. Fuck my life.

I jogged my way to the front doors while weaving between badly parked cars, accidentally hitting a side mirror or two on my way. Whoops. I hope that didn't leave a mark.

I finally reached the doors, yanking them open and rushing inside. I still had a minute until the late bell, maybe I could make it? After a moment's hesitation I started off in the general direction of my first class, double checking my schedule before heading towards a door on the far left of the hallway. Oh shit; I had Mr. Barnes. I'd never had him before, but he was known by all the students here as "Satan's henchman". You can see why I might be a bit apprehensive.

I reached my hand towards the handle just as the bell ran, but before I could pull it open there was a loud bang from the other side. I jumped back in shock and looked down to see tendrils of a sickly green smoke trickling from beneath the door.

There was a moment of scuffling and muffled cries from the classroom, then the door was thrown open as the entire class ran out led by the teacher.

I had been standing back during all of this, but now I walked a bit closer to the group to look like I'd been there the whole time. Also, I was just curious as to what the hell was going on.

Suddenly a putrid smell hit my nostrils and I gagged, clapping my hands over my nose to keep from smelling it.

A sudden realization hit me and I grinned, wondering who the fearless bastard was that had dared to set off a stink bomb in Mr. Barnes' class.

My musings were answered shortly afterwards in the form of a smirking teenage boy who was being dragged out of the crowd by a fuming old man.

He released the boy in front of him and the other students all quieted down, craning their necks to see what horrors would be rained down upon this poor kid.

"Mr. Howell," Mr. Barnes began, eerily calm.

"Did you need something, sir?" asked the boy, widening his eyes in an exaggerated look of innocence.

"Would you care to tell me why exactly you felt the need to release that… that…"

"Stink bomb?" the kid offered, smiling into Mr. Barnes' glare. He nodded curtly, clenching his fists. Probably trying not to punch the offender in the face.

"Well Mr. Barnes, I thought this would be a nice way to kick off the New Year; with a science experiment!" the boy grinned, then upon seeing the teacher's obvious displeasure continued with earnest. "You see, I was curious to see what the effects of the blast would be on the people around it. The time it took for everyone to react, get out of their seats, and leave the door determined both their reflexive speed and natural survival instincts. When they heard the noise, it should have frightened them a bit and caused them to get up immediately, seeing as they couldn't have known if the bomb was dangerous or not. Sadly, this was not the case. It took five whole seconds for the entire class to be on their feet, and ten more for them to be out the door! Not to mention the gagging reflexes should have made them get out of the room even more quickly, making the whole result of this experiment just pitiful.

"I think it would really benefit you to look into weekly fire drills to start training these kids on how to be safe for the sake of their own health. I could even help, if you want! You and me, me and you, working together to achieve something for the greater good of children. Sounds wonderful, doesn't it?"

The boy finally finished, his speech met with a deafening silence as students tried to bite back giggles. Mr. Barnes just stood there, his face turning slowly purple from rage.

"Whoa, Mr. Barnes, your face is changing colors. That can't be good for your already fragile health. Maybe you should sit down?" said "Mr. Howell", laying a concerned hand on the elder man's arm.

"Daniel. Principal's office. Now," he managed to hiss out, before yanking his arm back and marching into the now aired-out classroom.

Daniel sighed, shaking his head. "I suppose he just doesn't care about the welfare of ones so helpless as us," he said in mock disappointment. Then when he saw the teacher's back was turned, he gave a quick wink to the crowd and bowed before heading down the hall towards the office.

I heard someone start clapping slowly, then realized with a shock that it was me. I dropped my arms to my sides quickly, but not before Mr. Barnes caught my eye.

"You too, boy. Office." I began to splutter out an objection, but I knew by the look in his eye that he wasn't going to give in. I rolled my eyes a bit and spun on my heel before walking off, probably making him dislike me even more. God, what was with me today?

I looked up to see the boy from before waiting for me at the end of the hall, grinning from ear to ear.

"Hey, thanks for the applause. Meant a lot that someone appreciated my master pranking skills," he said once I'd caught up to him. We began walking more slowly, prolonging the moment when we reached the office.

"No problem," I grinned. "I sort of envy you, I'd never have the courage to do something that awesome. I'm sort of a wimp when it comes to stuff like that."

"Didn't you just show open support for the class instigator and join the "rebellion"?" he said, raising an eyebrow. "I wouldn't exactly call you a wimp."

I flushed, for some reason happy that this kid thought well of me.

"Thanks. I'm Phil, by the way," I said, realizing I hadn't introduced myself yet.

"Dan," he returned, holding out his hand for a dorky high five.

"Nice to meet you."

"Likewise."

We walked in silence for the rest of the way to the office, stopping when we reached the large oak doors.

"After you," he smirked, yanking open the door. I rolled my eyes, going ahead until I felt his hand on my arm.

"Also, welcome to the insanity that is my life. Now that we're friends, I'm assuming you'll be in here a lot." I raised my eyes questioningly.

"Sorry, comes with the package. You get Dan, you also get a shit load of detentions," he smiled cheekily before heading towards the receptionist, greeting the woman like they were old friends.

I smiled a bit and shook my head. Well, at least I'd made a friend on my first day. And it didn't look like it was going to be a boring ride.

Thanks for reading the first chapter! Don't know if I'll continue this, but feel free to leave a review:) Also I'm not sure if this should be a Phan or if I should make them get together with some other female characters you may have heard of. If you give a shit about what I should do, let me know! Thanks again for reading, and sorry I wasted your time if you hated it. Until next time, fellow phans!

~Josie