Hey Guys! Here's a phanfiction for you! I have literally been obsessed with Phan for the last couple of days so felt like writing. I tell you Tyler Oakley has literally made my week. Anyway on with the story:

Warnings: None, although it could get real fluffy.

Pairings: Eventual PHAN, Kickthesticks, Maybe others (I haven't decided).

AU: Boarding School

Enjoy!

The world whizzed past him like that in an old film: silent but telling a detailed story. Phil watched with curiosity as they passed the many villages and rolling countryside safe in the confines of his mother's car…so many people out there….so many tales to be told…Looking ahead slightly he stared at his hands, shuffling them profusely…..why can't I escape with them….be immersed in their lives….I would do anything….anything to be away from here….He turned his head back to the window and pressed his face against the glass; a sharp, icy contrast to the warmth of his skin. It was uncomfortable but at the same time soothing; numbing his face of feeling and calming his frayed nerves. Sighing deeply a cloud formed on the window pane with an eerie mist; a blank canvas for a creative mind. With shaky enthusiasm at the cars motion he draped his finger through the mist creating a pathway like a clearing in a blanket of fog. Poking his tongue out as he smiled the artist set to work on his masterpiece…..yes….that should do it….perfect….Phil set his hand back onto his lap, his fingertips damp and cold, and stared at his work. A smile leaked across his face; emphasising his pale features. A throat cleared in the distance and he looked round to see his mother staring at him, her eyes daggers….luckily she had stopped at some traffic lights….She raised an eyebrow.

"Phil?" she began disapprovingly.

"Hmm?" Phil muttered back, jumping slightly. She cleared her throat again this time a little louder and nodded towards the drawing. "What is that?" Phil looked at his mother and then back at the drawing.

"Oh that," he mumbled softly, brushing his ebony hair from his face nervously "It's just a smiley face," His mothers face softened and focused back on the road as the lights shone green. An awkward silence followed.

"Cat whiskers?" she said finally, not taking her eyes off the road.

"Oh….yeah," Phil whispered softly, looking down at his lap. There was another silence before his mother let out a soft sigh.

"I'm going to miss this you know," she began "Your little quirks," The corners of Phil's mouth flicked upwards briefly before sinking lower once again. He returned his gaze to the window.

"I don't have to go you know," he said feebly, placing his elbow on the windowsill and leaning his head on his hand, "I really don't mi-"

"Phil," she said sternly, dismissing his words with a wave of her hand….she really should keep both hands on the wheel… "You know this is for the best,"

Defeated Phil dropped the subject and focused his attention on a loose thread in his jumper, much like a cat with a ball of string. He twisted it around his fingers and pulled as it slithered over his hand like a snake. Applying more force he felt the stinging pain as it dug into his fingertips, denting and reddening his skin. Finally, with a final pull it snapped, falling weak and lifeless in his palm. With mild sadness he brushed it onto the floor and leant his head back, closing his eyes in the process.

"Are you tired dear?" his mother cooed "Another rough night?" Phil nodded with a muffled "Mmhmm" refraining from opening his eyes. His mother sighed.

"I'll let you sleep," she whispered briefly taking his hand and caressing it with her thumb. He squeezed her hand in response. Soon the darkness was closing in on him; beckoning him into its depths. The rigid car seat was of little comfort but the gentle rocking of the cars movement increased the weight on his eyelids drifting him into the land of the weary. Like a blanket its comforting embrace engulfed him, reducing his awareness of his surroundings. He was falling; falling deep through a dark, silent tunnel….let's hope it will lead me to something better...Phil felt his body jerked forward, ejecting him from the blackness. He rubbed his eyes sleepily. Clearing his throat he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand where a dull ache had formed.

"What the…." He began, looking out of the front window. The sight that greeted him was one of anticipation but also intimidation. Staring down at him was a long red bricked building with large arched windows nestled between two identical turrets each wearing a cone-shaped hat; a large crest standing proud above the large oak doors. There was a wide gravel path leading from these doors all the way back to the wrought iron gates they had driven through. Phil grinned miserable. It was like Hogwarts but without the magic. Either side of the path was a large expanse of green glittering with dew drops from the fresh morning air. Phil sunk deeper into his seat as he heard the low rumble of his mother's car finally cease. He gulped nervously.

"You'll be fine dear," his mother said, turning her attention to him "Look at how nice it is," Phil attempted a smile but she could right through him, as readable as an open book.

"Now Phil" she began, her subtle northern tones a comforting sound. "There's no need to be worried," He managed another weak smile but continued to stare at his lap finding it much more intriguing than the day ahead of him. He sighed deeply as he busied himself with a crease in his jeans, not daring to meet her gaze. Sensing his discomfort she placed her hand onto his, ceasing its movement.

"Philip Lester," she whispered softly, leaning closer to him "I know you're nervous," Phil shuffled uncomfortably, finally unable to stop himself from looking at her. He smiled weakly. She did the same.

"Come on," she sighed "Let's get you settled in," Swiftly she exited herself from the car and Phil soon followed suit. The air was cold and the smell of freshly cut grass greeted any unsuspecting nostril. In silence they lifted Phil's suitcase from the car and dragged it across the gravel and up the few stone steps to the entrance. Its interior was remarkable. From the outside the building seemed old and lifeless and this emphasised the room's modern finish; all leather and chrome gadgets. Shyly, Phil perched himself in an armchair by the door while his mother wandered to the reception desk. A heavily lidded woman with short red hair stood before her. While she wasn't exactly old she was at least on the wrong side of 30. She cleared her throat expectantly.

"Good morning," the woman said, with a thick Scottish accent "What can I do fer yer?" She passed a quick glance to Phil.

"Yes, my son is starting this year…Phil Lester," Phil's mother said, causing Phil to wince at the mention of his name. The woman turned to a nearby computer and started typing frantically.

"Aye here we go," she chirped "Transferred from Rawtenstall High School," Phil's mother nodded.

"Yes, that's him," The woman typed for a few more moments.

"Year 11…born January 30th 1998…transferred here due to exceptional circumstances….." The woman continued to list varying details until she ended her long speech, pushing a folder across the desk.

"Here's everything Phil will need," she explained as Phil's mother slid it into her arms "In there is his room key, a timetable and a map of the grounds," Phil's mother smiled politely and gestured to her son. Phil stood up nervously. He glanced to the woman behind the desk and she smiled warmly.

"No need to be so nervous laddie, you'll settle in in no time," The corners of Phil's mouth twitched but he couldn't quite manage a smile.

"The Year 11 residential quarters are through those doors, up the stairs on the third floor," she explained gesturing to a set of double doors opposite the desk.

"Thank you," Phil's mother muttered

"No problem," the woman said "Oh and my name is Molly, I am the housekeeper," She then turned her attention back to her work. Phil's mother went to Phil and pulled him into a bone-crushing hug. He hugged her back just as tightly.

"And this is where I leave you," she began, stroking his hair gently "I'll see you around Christmas yeah?" Phil nodded and felt the familiar prickling sensation behind his eyes. He wiped them softly with his sleeve.

"Oh Phil," she whispered softly "You know I'm only a phone-call away," He sniffed and clung to his mother tightly…..why does she have to leave me…why can't I just stay with her….

"Besides…" she began, her eyes watering "You'll probably be having so much fun you won't have time to worry about your old Mum," She pushed him away lightly and looked into his eyes; eyes that portrayed a soul much younger than the physical body: a childlike vulnerability.

"I'll miss you," he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I know," she said pulling him into one final embrace before handing him the folder. "Good luck my amazing Phil," After a quick goodbye his mother had retreated through the large oak doors and he was left standing alone…..this was going to be a long year…..With lethargy he wheeled his suitcase across the polished floor and towards the double-doors.

"Oh Phil dear," Molly called suddenly. Phil turned. "I forgot to mention….you'll be having a roommate during your time here"…great…..some stranger invading my personal space…..

"Ok," Phil replied simply before pushing through the doors.

"Let's see….room 2022," Phil said out loud as he approached a pale blue door…well here goes nothing…..With great hesitation he twisted the key in the lock to reveal a large room before him. On the wall opposite there was a large bay window separating two single beds. One plain and bare the other cluttered and lived in…obviously his roommate had already become acquainted with it…..Sheepishly Phil took a seat on the empty bed, dragging his suitcase behind him…..I guess this is home…..He allowed his eyes to scan the walls of his roommates side of the room. It was littered with posters and photographs…Muse….Pokémon…..American Horror Story….hmm…..maybe he won't be as bad as I thought…His eyes moved to the bed which sported a black and grey bed-spread with fairy-lights sprawled across the wall above….hmm….that's a nice touch…..Wearily Phil unpacked his belongings and got out his laptop; a whole day of internet browsing awaiting. Slipping in his headphones, he leant back into his pillows….Origin of Symmetry…..that should do the trick…..Hours had passed and the endless scrolling soothed Phil's need for home into a dull ache. He felt numbed. Detached from his worries…maybe this was his chance to start again….However these calming thoughts were ejected soon enough when the familiar click of the door brought him back to normality. There was shuffling and muffled voices before a boy entered the room.

"See you later," the boy called out as he stepped over the threshold. Phil coughed nervously as he entered. The boy paused.

"Hello?" he asked awkwardly. Phil stared at him. He was tall, probably a little taller than Phil. He had dark brown hair with a fringe that fell over the left side of his face. His skinned was tanned and was a stark contrast to Phil's paleness. His eyes were like chocolate orbs and Phil's insides gave a sudden lurch….what the….nah it's nothing…

"Hi," Phil muttered, registering just as much awkwardness.

"So you're my new roommate then?" the boy asked, uninterested.

"Look's that way,"

The boy muttered a simple 'hmm' before taking a seat on his bed.

"Do you have a name?"

"Phil," The boy eyed him suspiciously before smiling lightly.

"I'm Dan," he said, brushing his fringe from his eyes. An awkward silence followed. Dan stared at the boy before him. His appearance was striking. His eyes were an ocean of blues and greens, beckoning him to swim…..wow I've never seen eyes like that…..quite remarkable really…..His attention turned to his hair; a blanket of black silk falling across his face. Dan glanced at the boy's belongings surrounding him from his blue and green bed-spread to the small lion plush perched on it's surface…he's certainly a colourful character…Various poster's littered the wall behind him, an even greater collection than his own. He smiled at their similarities.

"Hmm," Phil mumbled, turning back to his computer. Dan frowned, slipping his phone from his pocket and beginning to text. He laughed to himself. Phil shifted uncomfortably.

"So, what school have you come from then?" Dan said distractedly.

"Hmm?" Phil mumbled "…..Just somewhere up North," Dan looked up, locking his phone in the process.

"Hmm," he said "Bit far?" Phil nodded weakly.

"Guess so," he said "Still, can't do much about that," He gave an awkward laugh causing Dan to raise an eyebrow.

"Why'd you move here anyway?" Dan said. Phil frowned.

"It's complicated," Another awkward silence followed broken by a loud 'ting' from Dan's phone. Staring at him, Phil watched as he read.

"Sorry, got to go," Dan said hurriedly, heading towards the door "I guess I'll see you later," Phil said nothing and watched as his roommate disappeared from sight…..God why am I so awkward…..Phil let out a frustrated sigh and rubbed his face with his hand. He was never good at first impressions. Still, it wasn't like he wanted to be there. With little energy he heaved himself from his bed…..maybe just sitting in here isn't the best idea….Picking up his copy of 'Skulduggery Pleasant' he headed out…..I'm sure there's somewhere in this school I can escape to…..

"Dan…..Dan!" Jack called, gesturing to his friend. Dan walked into the corridor to reveal a boy with short brown hair running towards him.

"Y'alright?" he replied, smiling "I got your text….where are the others?" Jack rolled his eyes playfully.

"Aren't I enough?" he laughed with mock hurt "Just kidding, they're waiting outside by the benches," Dan laughed too, starting to walk towards the stairs.

"How was your summer?" Jack asked as they pushed through the double doors.

"Meh," Dan replied nonchalantly "Spent most of it in the browsing position," Jack chuckled, nodding in agreement.

"Oh I hear that," Together they made their way through the reception. Molly cleared her throat expectantly.

"Mornin' Mr Howell," she said, falsely friendly "Where are you two off to?" They both groaned in annoyance.

"Just to catch-up," Jack pleaded "It has been six weeks," She raised an eyebrow.

"Well you should be unpacking and getting yourselves ready for classes tomorrow….not wasting your time chatting," Jack sighed, leaning his arms on the desk.

"Aww come on Moll," he pined "We just need some time to re-adjust to being back, I mean you don't want us doing it in lessons," Her expression hardened before a smile crept onto her lips.

"Alrigh' you two, as it's you," she said playfully and they both smiled "But Mr Howell?" Dan looked up at her. "Have yer had a chance to meet yer new roommate yet?" Jack looked at him expectantly.

"Yes," he said shortly.

"And?"

"He's alright I guess…..I only talked to him for a second," Molly's face fell slightly.

"Ok then," she mumbled "Don't give him too much of a hard time now," Dan furrowed his brow in confusion.

"I wasn't" he protested.

"Good…..now off you go," Cautiously they walked out of the large oak doors in silence, both inhaling the fresh morning air. Together they strolled across the grounds towards a small group of benches.

"What was that all about?" Jack enquired after a while.

"Dunno," Dan replied. Soon they were nearing an occupied bench were three students were sat.

"Hey Dan," Louise called, her blonde, pink dip-dyed hair blowing in the wind. "Dean, Kat look!" The other two turned to face them, large grins planted on their faces. Dean was short boy with dark brown hair that fell into his eyes, earning a flick of the head every so often. Kat, however, was a tall girl with long black hair that fell just below her shoulders.

"Hello mate, long time no see," Dan smiled at his friends before him. He had to admit he was glad to be back. It had been weeks since they had been together last.

"Daniel!" Kat purred in an American accent. She stood up and snaked her arms around his body "What took you so long?" He returned her gesture by pulling her into a tight embrace. "Sorry," he whispered, leaning into her and kissing her softly. She giggled at the touch. Jack cleared his throat.

"Hey Louise, I love your hair," Her faced beamed and she flicked it playfully.

"Oh you do?" she cooed "Honestly it wasn't supposed to turn out this bright," All four of them turned to her and laughed lightly. She blushed but joined in all the same.

"Man I can't believe we're back here already," Dean groaned. He stared at the ground. "And this is the big year," They all rolled their eyes and sighed at the prospect. This was it: the final year: the year that determines their future. Louise put her head to the table and closed her eyes.

"Ugh….wake me up when it's over," They all laughed and Dan, Jack and Kat took a seat on the bench. It was such a lovely day. They needed to make the most of this time before they returned to their studies. Affectionately, Dan wrapped an arm around Kat and they sat in comfortable silence, allowing the others to fill the air with conversation. Suddenly, Jack jumped to his feet. The others looked up at him. He was staring. Watching. There were two boys antagonising another. He sighed in frustration.

"They're doing it again," he said sadly, sitting back down "Bullying that Kendall kid," They continued to watch as the two boys pushed him against a wall and hurled insults at him. He cowered as they shouted. Finally, before anything became too heated they knocked him to the ground and walked off, laughing to themselves.

"Why do they have to be such dicks?" he said. The others remained silent.

"Well, he doesn't exactly make it any easier for himself," Kat sighed, tucking her hair behind her ears. Jack glared at her.

"How?"

"Haven't you heard?" she said. All eyes were on her. Dan had to admit he loved a bit of gossip.

"Well…heehee…you'll never guess," They were all grinning now, desperate for the juicy information.

"Just tell us!" Dean demanded.

"He has a boyfriend," A couple of them gasped but Jack looked unimpressed.

"So?" he said "It's not like people didn't know he was gay," Kat rolled her eyes.

"It's not just that…..it's who he is dating,"

"Who?" Louise asked. She no longer had her head on the table. Kat leaned in and gave a quick smirk.

"PJ Liguori," There was a much larger gasp this time.

"What!?" Louise said "You must be joking," Kat shook her head.

"Nope, I saw it on facebook last week…..what a waste," Dan looked at her questioningly. Dismissing his concern with a wave of the hand Kat laughed.

"Don't worry Dan he was never any competition," He blushed.

"Why is it a waste?" Jack said. Louise smirked.

"Oh Jack you'll never understand the female mind," The others laughed but he did not. Although he was not one of them the one thing he hated most was discrimination; particularly when it is with something that a person cannot change. He glared at her.

"Oh you and your flippin' principles," Kat spat "It's not like you like the kid anyway," He chose not to reply. Sensing the tension, Dan raised a hand.

"Ok that's enough both of you," he said with authority. He was used to Kat's controversial opinions and was surprised by his sudden opposition to them.

"Sorry love," she said apologetically "I just never thought PJ was like that," There was great disappointment in her voice and the air became thick and uncomfortable. Groggily, Dan ran a hand through his hair. He couldn't believe so much had happened over the holiday. Only a few weeks ago PJ was one of them; a great friend and ally. Now, he had been discarded, as if tainted by his preferences. Surprisingly, Dan didn't feel angry. In fact, he felt happy for him. Besides PJ was a good-looking boy….wait what...and in true there is nothing wrong with it. Still, he knew there was no point in arguing with her so he left it at that.

"Anyway," Dean mumbled, trying to break the tension "How does everyone like the year 11 dormitories?" The group continued to make small talk for a few more moments, the unease soon bubbling away. Dan found himself disinterested and gazed at his surroundings…..such a beautiful site…..I really hope this year will be a good one…

Book in hand Phil trotted down the stairs and out into the reception. Without attracting any attention he slipped out of the entrance and across the grass. Although he didn't want to be here he had to admit this site was amazing. Walking slowly he stopped beside a tree and sat against. It was hard against his back but at the same time comfortable. Silence fell over him as he became immersed in the world of the undead sorcerer. The leaves rustled gently overhead only interrupted by the odd chirp of a bird. Suddenly, he heard laughter. He looked up from the book and peered across the grounds. There they were. There he was. A group of students were sat laughing and joking on a bench not too far away. They were happy. This caused him a twinge of sadness. He had that once, the comfort of friendship, even if it was just one. But, not now he was here. Turning his attention back to his book he sighed….keep it together Phil…..I will find someone…..Phil grinned to himself….maybe someone with dark hair and brown eyes…..His smile faded….what the hell am I doing?

So what did you think? Let me know yeah? I know the story appears to be going slowly but don't worry there will be phan heehee. As Jack Sparrow would say "It is not the destination so much as the journey,"

Okay Bye Guys! :D