Phil's P.O.V.

I fell onto my bed with a groan or exhaustion. God I hated move in day. I hated the packing and the unpacking and the cleaning up and the organizing. Just all of it generally, I mean how many times have I moved into a dorm? Two, now three. Will it ever get any less awful? I mean, probably not because its manual labor and ew.

My comforter tickled my face as I nuzzle into it, yawning. I don't understand why I couldn't just come last and spend the night at an inn instead of taking the long train ride that left at 5:30 AM. I sprawl out and close my eyes, feeling like getting up that early deserves a long nap, but someone had other ideas.

It was maybe 4 minutes into my nap when I heard the familiar teasing of my best friend and designated Dorm Mate, PJ."I mean same Phil, but I think 11:20 is a bit early for a nap right?" I groaned in response, he doesn't understand my love of naps.

"You say that when you have to wake up at 3:30 to catch a 5:30 train to the opposite end of England, and then have to be deal with the embarrassingly flirty sorority girl giving out assignments."

He laughed and plopped on my bed and grabbing my copy paper towns book off the shelf and using it to swat my butt. I roll over "this is animal abuse" wrapping the pillow around my head for protection.

PJ just sighed before moving to shake my shoulders. "Come on Phil. We have freshmen to prepare for."

God, he was right.

As juniors, we need to help with orientation and house sorting, which is the most pointless event of the year saying they still lived in dorms as freshmen. I sat up, running my hands over my face and then fluffing up my black fringe, yawning gently before eventually dragging himself from bed.

We passed through our dorm, which was more like a studio apartment, and stopped to make a quick note of where we'd be if one of the two roommates we've been assigned did happen to show up.

PJ was a social butterfly and couldn't wait to get out and meet the freshmen, but I on the other hand just wanted sleep. I was an awkward potato and wasn't the best with people, PJ was my only real friend.

I sighed and rolled up my sleeves as we walked out of the large oak doors of the Hogsworth dorms and into the late August sun.

Immediately I fixed my sleeves because I momentarily forgot I'm pale as all hell.

I looked around as upperclassmen mingled with the newbies and made eye contact with a short-ish boy with powdery hair. Oh no. No. Please don't come and talk to m- and now he's walking over.

Great. Social interaction.

"Hello, welcome to Regent's University. Do you have any questions?" I've said that statement a bunch in my head but it still sounded so fake. I was horrible at Socializing. Awful. I always end up attracting the weirdos.

Luckily, the boy didn't mind "Yes. I'm a sophomore in the International program and I have no idea what I'm doing?" His voice had an American accent but dripped heavily in sass. I kind of liked him already.

"Okay, so first you want to go to the booth with the red banner and the blonde girl who is showing enough cleavage to earn a parent advisory sticker, after that come back with your Dormitory name and I'll help you" I explained and pointed across the quad.

Okay Philip this isn't so bad. He was nice. Most people are nice. Just because this is a Private school doesn't mean they're all awful people. I take a deep breath and run my hands through my hair, letting my mind wander.

Until I heard a throat being cleared

I looked up and came face to face with a pair of large bronze eyes. Immediately I jumped back and knocked into a girl behind me.

Oops

I rush out a quick apology to the girl, who obviously was too busy scanning the crowd for men to notice. Hesitantly I turn my attention to those eyes.

"Well, that was probably an excellent welcome, I'm surprised you haven't moved schools yet." I joke in embarrassment, trying to salvage my dignity.

The eyes were attached to a boy who stood out in like a sore thumb in the summer atmosphere. His brown hair was straightened and he was dressed in all black. He looked edgy in comparison to the walking talking Pinterest boards the Quad was filled with.

I could feel my mouth go dry.

"Yes, so anyways I was wondering where Hogsworth hall is located?" He asked in a cool voice. I stared at him before turning around and pointing directly behind me. This campus needs better maps really. The boy sighed in annoyance before collecting his huge pile of luggage and making his way past. Just like that he was gone.

I must have been staring because the Sophomore from America was tapping on my shoulder. "God, sorry I'm a little distracted." I apologize quickly. "What's your name? I forgot to ask."

He smiled knowingly "Tyler Oakley, and I was told by the blonde girl that we're roommates? And that your name is Phil Lester."

My eyebrows arch "okay roomie, I guess I can show you to our dorm" I smirked at Tyler who responded by smirking back. See Phil? People aren't that scary.

Yet, as I chatted with people and got to know Tyler I couldn't help but wonder…

Who was that boy?

Ahhhhhh

There's chapter two.

I promise it will get gayer and we will experience musical theater Dan which is always fun.

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