Hello everyone, I hope you enjoy chapter 2 of this fic :)

Phil POV:

"For goodness sakes Chris! Do you ever stop eating?" Anya retorts, eyes rolling at the magnificent spread set out before the surprisingly small brown eyed boy.

"What? I'm hungry," he gripes, picking up one of his three sandwiches. A look of disgust spreads across the face of the short, green eyed, black haired girl.

"Ugh, you boys are such pigs," she sneers, looking Chris up and down in repulsion.

"Hey!" I pipe up and she whispers a quick "not you" before smiling.

"I hope you don't include me in that description," a voice belonging to a curly haired boy questions, appearing behind said female and kissing her cheek softly.

"Aww PJ I'm sorry I didn't mean you," she stutters, a little worried; turning to face him.

"Don't worry about it, I know," he chuckles and gives her a loving smile, brushing a small strand of hair from her eyes as she blushes.

"Oh Peachy," she beams, turning to hide her reddening face.

"You know what….I'm not hungry anymore….," Chris frowns, pushing his half eaten sandwich away.

"Oh stop it Chris," I mouth and hit his shoulder playfully, but he just groans.

Conversation continues much like that in the large, packed school canteen with the two of them exchanging several quick glances and kisses, while a disgruntled Chris looks on, like a disapproving pensioner, at the loved up couple. We discuss our school work which, fortunately for us since exams are over, has been pretty easy going; the upcoming summer, which I cannot wait for; and several other mindless topics to pass the time. It wasn't until the canteen fell silent that our pleasant reverie was broken.

"It's the swimmers," I hear a year seven whisper to her friend and I turn to look. There are eight of them in total that enter through the grubby white doors, known as the "elite" group as they return from their morning training session. Four girls and four boys – all on the swim teams last year and the most hotly anticipated to be on the teams this year. The whole room is in awe. You see, the Mapleton Academy Swim Club is the pride of the school; with many parents begging to send their children here because of its reputation. They really are a force to be reckoned with; the schools team having reached international level ten times, the nationals 25 times and the regional's almost every year since the club was set up 50 years ago. Many who participate end up being scouted by the best sport universities and colleges; the school already having produced seven Olympians and three Olympic medalists. I chuckle slightly at my own situation – I would be the only one at a prestigious swimming school who cannot actually swim.

I scan my eyes over the group; all of them in perfect form as usual. The girls; Anna Hopkins, a fiery red-head with speed and grace in the freestyle; Carrie Hope Fletcher, a bubbly blonde and torpedo in the breast stroke; Zoe Sugg, fast and agile in the backstroke and; Louise Pentland, unbeaten in the butterfly; are truly something special. Last year they very nearly became the most successful team in the country, had it not been due to an injury, but, looking at the way they look now, I wouldn't be surprised if they went all the way this year and for years to come.

However, if you thought the girls were good, the boys' team is just as amazing. The four of them – Charlie Skies for butterfly, Ben Cook for freestyle, Jack Howard for breaststroke, all headed by their equally impressive captain Dan Howell for backstroke will surely catapult this school to a fame far higher than it has climbed before. There're pretty hot too, if you ask me; they're the perfect eye candy along with their talent, which is probably why they are so popular amongst their fellow students.

"Wow, it's amazing to think what those guys could achieve, don't you agree?" PJ asks, as the room slowly resumes with its normal chatter. Although, I can probably tell what most of the students' conversations are about.

"Definitely, they really are talented, I feel really honored to be part of the school when I watch them swim," Anya adds, looking over at the group with a sense of pride. I nod in agreement but Chris just scoffs.

"Ha! There's only one reason you watch the swim team Phil and it ain't for the sake of school spirit ha-ha," he chides, wiggling his eyebrows at me suggestively.

"Of course not Chris, I love to appreciate the work that they put in an-,"

"Oh please, the only thing you love to "appreciate" is Dan Howells ass!" he sniggers as I sneer at him, before he receives a quick slap from Anya.

"Oi, what the fu-,"

"Stop objectifying the swimmers please," she interjects, "They put a lot of work into gaining the form they have, but it is for a purpose, so please appreciate that rather than what it looks like,"

"Oh come off it Anya, we've all heard about you and your hot new neighbor," he protests.

"I beg your-," she responds angered as she gives a reassuring look to a now very confused looking PJ.

"I bet he got a house warming he'd never forget," he leers.

"Why you littl-,"

"Hey, come on guys lets not argue, Anya darling?" PJ looks to her and gives her a small smile; squeezing her hand slightly.

"PJ's right, lets just all enjoy the rest of lunch and show our support to the swim team later at the time trials,"

"Ok,"

"Ok",

"Good. Now PJ do you think there is anyone else who is in the running for the swim team this year?" I ask.

"Ummm…,"

"….You still fancy Dan though," Chris interrupts and we all groan in unison; earning him several playful slaps. I have no idea how I'm going to last the entire swimming season.

Dan POV:

Seconds seem like hours at the thought of the looming time trials. This is it. This is actually it. My heart pounds in my chest as I reach, with shaking fingers, to fumble in my locker for a towel, goggles and swim cap. I should be used to this by now, having already been on the team for three years, but the sickness in my stomach still lingers every time I think about it. It's a good thing most of the others have left to join the stands as I don't think I could manage a conversation right now. Releasing a shuddered breath, I close my eyes to try and gather my thoughts. It's just you and the water Dan. No one else. Don't resist it, let it carry you. You are the one in control…My eyes fly open and the slam of the old, creaking door of the changing room resonates in the silence.

Just as I am about to reach the poolside, a peculiar sight halts me in my tracks. Hmm?...long black hair, pale complexion, the sickly scent of roses…I wonder who that could be…I chuckle to myself in sarcasm.

"Ahem…you know the girls trials aren't until tomorrow right," I whisper and she jumps, darting to pathetically hide behind a bin.

"Oh shit…," I hear her whisper, "There's no one here," I pinch the bridge of my nose.

"Molly, I know it's you," I reply.

"Oh shit…," she whispers again, before peeking out from her hiding spot with her tail between her legs, "How'd ya guess?"

"Your pewdiepie t-shirt is poking through the trench coat," I explain grinning and she frowns.

"Oh…,"

"And those sunglasses look suspiciously similar to those that disappeared off of my nightstand two days ago," I fold my arms at her. Chuckling nervously, she steps forward.

"Oooh would you look at the time, best be off," she rushes, but I interrupt before she can escape.

"Let me guess, Anna?" I ask and she sighs at my raised eyebrow.

"Oh don't give me that look Dan," she huffs defeated.

"Why don't you just talk to her?" I inquire, but her frown deepens.

"Are you kidding? That would never work. She's beautiful, intelligent, funny, kind, beautiful-,"

"Yes anyway…,"

"Oh right AND she's the soon to be captain of the girls swim team," she explains sadly.

"So?" I ask confused and she glares at me annoyed.

"Sooooooo…..she could have any boy or girl she wants….not a silly little bookworm like me. Ugh I feel like Makoto every-time he sees Rin and Haru together," Giving her a quick friendly hug I cannot help but chuckle softly.

"Awwww don't worry Mol, the good guy always get his, or in your case, her girl, keep trying and I know she will say yes,"

"But it's so hard to talk to her though, especially with that coach of hers," she scowls, looking away.

"What, Sally?" My eyes widen in surprise but she looks deadly serious.

"Yeah her, she's always getting in the way when I make even a small attempt at conversation with her – she says I'm a distraction to her swimming," Like a disappointed puppy putting its ears down, she sighs in defeat.

"Oh don't give up so easy, how about I talk to her, or at least provide you with an opportunity for a conversation," I propose and a grin spreads across her face.

"Really?!" she beams, leaping to give me a hug. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou,"

"Ha-ha it's alright, what are best friends for right," I simper, "At least then you won't have to go all Sherlock on her this time,"

"Did someone say Sherlock!? Where?" A voice cries from behind me, followed by a small squeak from the girl beside me who darts back behind her bin.

"Oh…uh…hi Sally" I greet, turning round, "Been thinking about Benedict Cumberbatch again have we?" She gives me a coy grin before winking.

"Only all the time Dan ha-ha, I'm not normally a romantic person, but I'd go skinny dipping with that man any day," I grimace. "With or without the hat he-he,"

"Ugh Sally, no wonder he's a psychopath," My face contorts into a look of disgust.

"No…sociopath," she adds pleased with herself.

"Highly functioning sociopath actually, do your research," Molly pipes up from behind the bin, earning a bemused expression from the coach in front of me.

"You know, Molly Cassidy, my Anna's not gonna be impressed by a girl who gets herself a detention for answering back to a teacher," she retorts smugly and I hear several profanities uttered from behind the bin. I cannot help but snigger at the situation. Once again, looking like a puppy dropped in a puddle; she emerges from her hiding spot scowling. "Now be a good girl and stop distracting my swimmers, I don't want you pouncing on Daniel as-well,"

"What…I…hey….bitch," she whispers the last part.

"Now then, all set Dan," she turns to me, a determined look in her eyes.

"Uh yeah, I think so," I mutter shyly; my attention more focussed on my fuming, and now very embarrassed, best friend.

"Good luck, and remember, you have the potential to go much further than this, so whatever happens, you must take it in your stride," Nodding in agreement, she gestures me to follow her towards the entrance of the packed swimming pool; the nervousness in my stomach building again.

Phil POV:

The atmosphere at the swimming pool is awe-inspiring. To see so many students here to support the school in its most prized sport is truly a sight to behold. Even though I sit here in the stands, along with Chris, PJ and Anya, every year to cheer them on; you cannot help but feel proud once again as you drink in the atmosphere of it all. We were quite lucky actually with our seats this year. Ours are at the front, directly parallel to the starting podiums. Normally these ones fill up pretty quickly with teachers or prospective wags of the swimmers but not this time. I suppose we can technically fit into that category as, I am pretty sure that, the only reason we got these seats was due to Charlie's friendliness with Chris – even-though the brown haired boy would never admit it.

"Oooh look, look, the freestyle and backstroke swimmers are about to go for their warm-up…look, there's Charlie," Anya points and we all cheer as they start to do their laps. It really is quite breathtaking watching them swim, especially with the form they are in. The fact that they can tame the water with little ease really makes me admire them, especially as they can do it without fear. I wish I was like that but I know I never could be. For one, I look like a dying flounder if I even attempt to tread water; and secondly, I don't particularly ever want to back into water like that again. All that is irrelevant now as we are simply here to enjoy the start of an amazing swimming season, showing off the best this school has to offer.

"Say Phil, do you fancy getting closer, I need to talk to Charlie for a second," Chris asks with puppy dog eyes.

"Uh…but the first heat is about to start," I pout.

"Aww come on Phil, Charlie's not swimming til the 3rd heat, pleaaaaase," the shorter boy begs but I try to remain firm in my decision, "You might even get to see Dan," A microscopic twitch across my right eyebrow was enough for the brunette to smirk evilly at me and for me to admit defeat.

"Oh fine," I huff. Sulking, I follow the determined boy out of the stands, much to the annoyance of several seated spectators, down the steps towards the training pool. I'm surprised the poolside staff didn't hang us for daring approach them but, as this is just the heats; the official rules aren't as strict.

"Hey you," He smiles at the muscular boy looking up at him.

"Hiya, I'm so glad you could make it," the surprisingly high voiced, butterfly swimmer beams.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," Chris replies, crouching down to listen closer; myself trying not to look awkward standing there.

"Good. You're my lucky charm," Charlie winks and Chris blushes. Hate romance eh Chris…pfft.

"Oh stop it you, no I'm not" Chris smirks back.

"Yes you are, I know I'll do well if you're here, you really are something special," I cough awkwardly, suppressing a gag at the cringe-worthy, teenage girl-like giggle that escapes Chris' lips. Tugging on his sleeve gently I attempt to get the love struck teenagers attention, but more so to prevent him from falling in from leaning into Charlie so much. Sorry fan-girls this ships not sailing today.

"Huh…what is it Phil?" he asks impatiently.

"Shouldn't we…uh…be getting back to our seats," I give him a look of urgency, hidden by a polite smile, but he seems to ignore it.

"Won't be a minute Phil," he rushes back, focusing his attention back on the boy in front of him. I huff exasperated, however Charlie seems to notice.

"Say Chris, who's this?" he asks, gesturing towards me. I gulp nervously.

"Oh this is Phil, he's one of my friends from music, he's really good at it though unlike me he-he," I blush at the comment.

"What, this is music Phil? Wow, cool," Charlie smiles broadly.

"Huh," Both Chris and I say in unison.

"We all know about you Phil, you're really talented. Didn't you get scouted recently?" his eyes glisten in interest.

"Uh…yeah…I guess…my music's not that good though," I look down to hide my blushing face.

"Don't be so coy Phil – it really is. You know your coursework? Sometimes when we're doing our cool down exercise's the coach will put it on if it's been a stressful training session," Wait, what? Training session…does that mean? My eyes widen in horror, with Chris seemingly having read my mind.

"Training session eh? Does that include Dan by any chance?" Chris, with a devilish look in his eyes, inquires.

"Oh yeah, he really likes it, says your voice is really good," If my face didn't already look like a sun burnt lobster by now, it certainly did now.

"Hmm interesting, looks like we've found what song your first dance will be eh Phil," he jibes.

"Chris! Shhh," I plead, but he's having way too much fun to notice.

"Huh?" Charlie asks in curiosity.

"Chris don't!" Once again my pleas go unheard.

"He's got the hot's for your beautiful backstroke swimmer," He explains and I almost die of embarrassment.

"Really, aww that's so cute, I can give him your number if you like, I don't think he's got a boyfriend at the moment," Charlie smiles but I cannot look him in the eyes. I'm gonna kill you Chri- Wait! Boyfriend?! Dans gay?! My heart leaps in my chest. Maybe I misheard…

"Chriiiiiis," I whine, hiding my blushing face in my hands. "I am gonna leave now,"

"Awwww is Philly blushing?" Chris chuckles.

"Leaving now!" I announce.

With that I pace back towards my seat; my heart doing somersaults in my chest. My mind is racing with questions. Oh god, how could he do that?! Dans gonna find out and I'm just gonna die…why did have to tell him….he'll think I'm such a stalker now…wait, why do I care? I don't fancy Dan that much do I. I look back to see Chris sniggering at me. Yes…yes I do….oh god what am I gonna do…I didn't even notice the swimming float lying on the side of the swimming pool.

"Phil watch out!" Charlie shouts. SPLASH!

Oh god, it's happening again….

Oooooh cliffhanger...uh...sort of...Anyway, please feel free to review as your feedback is always appreciated :)

Til next time

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