Hello everyone! This is my first fanfiction, so no hate please! I'm pretty sure most of the people here are Phillions/Danosaurs, so I think we can all support each other…right?

I don't have access to a computer all the time, so I don't know how long it will be between chapters. Sorry! I know, I am a horrible human being.

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Phil

"PHIL! GET YOUR LAZY BUTT OUT OF BED! IT'S TIME FOR SCHOOL!" my brother shouted from down the hall. I groaned and rolled out of bed. Literally. "Oww," I groaned as my back collided painfully with the carpet. "I'm coming! Jeez!" I shouted. I stood up and dusted myself off. This is gonna be a long day, I thought resignedly.

I sighed as I walked over to my wardrobe, grabbing the first clothes I could find that looked at least halfway clean and changed out of my pyjamas. I walked across the hall to the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. My family knows that I am NOT a morning person. I sighed as I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, hair disheveled, dark circles under my red-rimmed eyes. I hadn't been sleeping well lately. I plugged in my straighteners before splashing water on my face, trying to rid myself of my zombie-ish look.

My straighteners beeped, signaling that they were hot. I picked them up and started straightening my hair, pulling the tool through clumps of my dyed-black hair. I finished straightening and looked at myself in the mirror for a moment and nodding in approval. I brushed my teeth quickly before leaving the bathroom in a slightly better mood than when I woke up.

"Phil! Please don't leave!" a voice, distinctly male, with a lovely Southern English accent shouted. "I need you! I'm sorry! What did I do to make you hate me?!" the disembodied voice screamed. The voice rang in my ears and made my head swim. I didn't know who the voice was, but the feeling in my chest told me that I could never hate who it belonged to. I loved this person with all my heart and I didn't want to leave them.

Suddenly, another voice joined the first. "You know what you did," it hissed angrily. I gasped. It was my voice. "How do I know you won't break my heart again?" "Phil, I'm sorry! I don't know why I did that! I love you!" the other voice sobbed. " I can't do this anymore. I'm done," I heard my own voice say.

I had woken up from that awful dream with tears flowing freely down my face, sitting up straight in bed. What does it mean? I thought to myself as I walked down the stairs, trying to hide my emotions from my parents and annoying brother. Who was the other person in the dream? Do I actually love them? I mean, maybe it's in a platonic, brotherly way? I'm straight, right? Is my subconscious trying to tell me something? The thoughts swirled around in my head like ashes in a fire, setting my brain alight and refusing to let me ignore them.

I sighed heavily as I walked into the kitchen and pulled out some cereal. I poured it into a bowl, almost spilling the milk in my hastiness to finish my breakfast and get away from my family ASAP. It's not like I don't love them or anything, I just had too much on my mind right now. Oh well, life goes on, I suppose, I thought to myself. Maybe I should film later, just to take my mind off everything.

I finished my breakfast and set my bowl in the sink. I quickly pulled my shoes on and grabbed my bag before heading out the door. "BYE! LOVE YOU!" I yelled on my way out. "BYE SWEETIE! HAVE A NICE DAY!" my mum shouted back. Fat chance, I thought, rolling my eyes before shutting the door behind me.

Yay! First chapter done! Please leave a review telling me if you enjoyed and what you would like to see more of. Bai guys! ^_^