Hi! I'm Briony! This is my first phanfiction and I'm actually really excited about writing it, so.. I hope you're reading this. So, here comes the usual stuff:

None of this is real, as much as I would like phan to be real, is is very unlikely that it is, and well, this DEFINITELY didn't happen, so entirely fiction. I'm saying this now, I don't own Dan and Phil, but then again, you already know that because I'm pretty sure I didn't give birth to them, and they are not my slaves so.. yeah I don't own them. Right, waffling on is over, onto the phanfic!

Dan sighed as he pulled on his shirt over his frail body; half-heartedly doing up his buttons and tying the burgundy tie loosley under his collar. He didn't bother looking smart anymore, none of his teachers cared, or even noticed him for that matter. Dan tugged his sleeves down over his battered and bruised arms and looked at himself in the cracked mirror, hanging lopsided on the damp wall of his box bedroom.
He examined the bags under his eyes from lack of sleep, the bruise on his nose from where it was broken a few weeks ago, the cut lip which had recently split open again from the tossing and turning he did in bed.

The walk to school wasn't the most joyful but then again, it never was. Dan didn't bother to say bye to his mum, she wouldn't care. No one cared. He would walk with his brother but..-
"Oi! Faggot!" He heard his brother and his group of 'tag alongs' call from behind him. He'd learnt long ago not to retaliate as even though they were all younger than Dan, they were a hell of a lot stronger. Dan carried on walking, avoiding the calls from his younger brother.

The walk into school was the same as always. He was ignored, and people walked away from him as if he was a walking disease, and that happened everyday. He blasted muse through his shitty, little earphones attached to his old, battered mp3 player which was about 10 years old.
He stared at his feet until he bumped, well more like collided, with someone. The someone who he definitely didn't want to 'bump' into.
Tom Falcone was a tall, blonde, intimidating yet fairly attractive 16 year old who pretty much ruled the school, and had ruined Dan's life for basically all the time he had been at this school.
Tom ripped the earphones out of Dan's ears, breaking them in the process, and dropping them absentmindedly on the floor, where they were trodden on by all the students who pushed past. "Don't you know better than to not look where you're going, fag?" Tom smirked as he full-pelt punched Dan in the stomach, winding Dan instantly and making him curl up and slide down the locker that was behind him. The bell rang, indicating that the first lesson was now starting, and Dan continued to look at the floor as he heard Tom snickering to him mates as he walked away.
The corridor was now empty. Dan's tinny music player was trying its hardest to blast muse as loud as it could out of the pocket of Dan's trousers. He could see his crumpled earphones lying on the floor about three metres in front of him.
But there were feet behind the earphones. Dan's eyes trailed up the legs which the feet were attached to, up the torso and then his eyes reached the pale face. The boy that was standing there had glossy black hair which looked soft to touch. His eyes literally shone. They were the bluest eyes Dan had ever seen.
He's never seen this boy before. As much as Dan wanted to speak to this mysterious beauty, the pain in his stomach was getting too much. He tried to concentrate on the muse that was playing from his pocket.
Dan could feel the boy's gaze boring into his skull. Why as he staring? His paranoia started to develop. What was going on? Had Tom set him up to this to slowly drive Dan insane? Something inside Dan told him to shout. And that voice kept nagging him to. That, mixed with the pain in his stomach got too much. God Tom could pack a punch. "What do you want?!" Dan's voice was horse and harsh.
The raven haired boy ran off suddenly, leaving Dan to wallow in his own pain.
This music player suddenly cut out, Dan knew he should have charged it. He thought to what lesson he had. English. He could miss it. No one would care, no one would miss him.

HELLO AGAIN! Its Briony from the top of the chapter! So please R&R guys, I don't like to beg, but reviews are amazing and they help me so much!