Aloha everyone!

Ready for another chapter. I hope so because I've finally been motivated to sit and write. I go back to school tomorrow (AHHHH!) but hopefully it won't be too long until the next chapter. Y'know its-real-to-us recommended a song for me to listen to called 'No light, no light' by Florence and the Machine and I just have to say the pheels this song gave me was immense. I don't know why but this song reminds me of Phan so much! Hehe so kawaii! Anyway, enjoy!

Dan slammed the door behind him before storming down the corridor. As his soles caressed the velvety carpet he trudged on; eager to increase the distance…it's all consuming….it'll eat you alive if you let it…it must be stopped…..The fluorescent light of the windowless corridor burned his tired eyes but nothing was going to stop him; he must keep moving. Like a skulking tea-leaf he weaved down the winding corridor before pausing at a set of red double doors; their presence almost laughable. He glanced up at the golden plaque above them; 'Girls dormitory'. Dan grimaced; the overly feminine font mocking him…..not surprising it would appeal to you…..Putting his head in his hands he slumped against the adjacent wall; the silence deafening…..the mere thought of them disgusts you doesn't it?...There womanly charms as models for your own effeminate inclinations…..Dan groaned, pulling his knees closer to his chest. The lights flickered overhead and he blinked sleepily. Forthwith a voice called from above.

"Dan?" Dan shot his head up; Kat stood before him; a perfectly manicured hand grasping the door. "Are you waiting for me?" She eyed his dishevelled appearance; noting the creased clothes of yesterday.

"Darling what's wrong?" Dan looked at the floor and she knelt beside him.

"Dan?" With false optimism he forced a smile; the corners of his lips twitching in protest.

"Hey Kat," he said softly "How could anything be wrong when I have you?" Internally cringing at the statement he took her hand swiftly; squeezing it tight. Kat snaked an arm across his chest; smirking teasingly.

"Oh Dan you are sweet," Grinning mischievously Dan ran his free hand across the small of her back; caressing it with his fingertips. A small gasp escaped her lips and her smirk widened….do what you have to do Dan…this is what you are….. Cupping her cheek gently he turned her head; moving closer and connecting their lips; igniting the spark. In a slow, lingering movement her hand traipsed upwards, entwining within his chocolate locks. His palm glided from the base of her spine to her waist; his fingers splaying across her hip, nestling her closer against the warmth of his body…..this is the person you need to be…..Kat giggled against his lips, pulling apart and leaning her forehead against this.

"Daniel," she purred lightly. Caressing her cheek slowly he became fixated on her eyes; never fully appreciating their burnt umber.

"Katherine," he whispered back. In one swift moment he stood up, pulling her with him and embracing her tightly; moulding their bodies together and re-connecting their lips. Breathless with anticipation they slipped between the double doors and stumbled down the corridor….do what you have to do Dan…this is what you are…..

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…..the darkness is all consuming…..weakness being a mere invitation for it to take you…..to bury and to suffocate…A slight breeze flowed gently through the open window…..the ghosts are laughing now…his deficiency a mere game…Phil subconsciously ran a hand across his thigh; tracing the few creases on it's tailored surface; the uneven texture prominent. Conflicting thoughts clouded his judgement and he leant forwards, placing his head in his hands…..this boy was insufferable…..rude…..egotistical….but…..he was also human…and he was hurting….Sighing deeply he ran a hand through his ebony locks; careful not to disrupt it's pristine appearance. A loud knock came from the door. He stood up hastily…..he couldn't worry about this know…there were more pressing issues at hand…Hesitantly he opened the door to reveal a frustrated looking Anya stood outside the door.

"Morning," Phil said sheepishly, picking up his schoolbag and closing the door behind him.

"…..Oh you're ready," she said, a smile tugging at her lips. Phil nodded awkwardly.

"Yep…wasn't expecting to see you this morning," She raised an eyebrow questionably.

"Why not?" Glancing sideward momentarily Phil noticed a disgruntled looking Chris hopelessly fiddling with his tie.

"I never got the hand of these bloody things," he huffed angrily. Anya rolled her eyes playfully, swatting his hand away and grasping the offending fabric.

"Here let me," Chris groaned in defeat.

"Yes Mum," Phil smirked at their antics; his previous concerns burying themselves at the back of his mind.

"Say Chris," he began "Where's PJ?" Wriggling free from Anya's hold he stepped forward, leaning against the wall.

"Not good," he said solemnly. Anya's face fell and they each shared a worried look; a mirror to Chris's sadness.

"He's in the school infirmary," Phil's eyes went wide and Anya flew up her hands in reassurance.

"Don't worry he'll be alright…just a concussion," Phil raised his eyes sceptically.

"Just?" Anya nodded.

"Yes, he should be back this afternoon," Chris shifted uncomfortably earning him a hug on Anya's part.

"Hey, hey don't be sad," she cooed softly, pulling away. "PJ'll be fine…..the nurse said we can see him later," Chris nodded, clearing his throat and allowing a smile to craft his features.

"I guess you're right," The three of them bathed in the comfortable silence for a few moments, passing each other looks of reassurance and kindness.

"Say Anya," Phil began, fiddling with the strap on his bag "What were you doing here this morning….I mean….aren't there other people you'd rather be spending your time with," She glanced at him perplexed before shaking her head vigorously.

"Not anymore…..besides someone needs to make sure you get ready in time," She laughed lightly, nudging Chris on the arm. Grinning profusely the three of them made there way down the corridor, through the double doors and down the stairs.

"God I swear these stairs have increased since last year," Chris said, trotting down sluggishly. He paused when he reached the bottom and placed his hands on his hips.

"I'm gonna be so fit by the end of the year," Phil and Anya smirked bemusedly.

"Not that you're not already," said a voice from behind them. Chris turned; gasping at its source. Peaking behind the double doors was PJ, a smile plastered on his face, looking a little worse for wears.

"Peej!" he exclaimed, lunging forward and capturing him in a bone crushing hug. PJ winced at the pressure, pulling away a little.

"Sorry….bit sore," Phil and Anya trotted hastily down the remaining steps, engulfing the two of them in a massive group hug.

"Aw PJ," Anya began when they finally released each other "I thought you weren't coming back till later," He shuffled shiftily.

"Yeah well…ahem….couldn't wait to get rid of me could they," Anya folded her arms across her chest, taking a step forward.

"Oh really?" PJ pulled Chris into another embrace, his gaze never leaving Anya's. She sighed frustrated and the four of them headed out into the reception. While Phil and Chris nattered about meaningless things Anya grabbed PJ's arm; pulling him to one side.

"What?" he whispered harshly.

"PJ," she said softly "You know you shouldn't have left the nurse….n-no no listen…you don't look well," PJ scoffed.

"Please…..not now Anya….besides the school asks too many question," Anya sighed understandingly; pulling him into a quick hug. "Honestly I'm ok," She hummed quietly.

"PJ?"

"Yes?"

"This isn't one of those times where you say you're fine and then two days later you're dead from some flesh-eating virus?" PJ let out a loud laugh, playfully swatting her shoulder,

"Oh Anya you do like to worry," Although initially dissatisfied she allowed a giggle to escape her lips before they went and joined the others. Breakfast came and went without incident before they finally said their goodbyes and made there way to their respective lessons. PJ and Chris had media whereas Anya and Phil had to enjoy the delight that was French.

"Come on Phil….we don't want to be late," Anya prompted, dragging Phil through the sea of bustling students. Phil huffed frustrated, pulling her to a halt.

"Please remember I don't know where I'm going," he said bluntly, running a hand through his silky black locks. She rolled her eyes before setting off again, Phil barely able to keep up. Hurriedly, they continued down the corridor, past the boy's bathroom, through another set of double doors and up a flight of stairs. Phil stopped at the top, gripping the banister for dear life.

"Jesus Christ Anya," he spluttered annoyed "How much further?" She grabbed his arm again and continued to drag him….gosh he does like to whine doesn't he…

"Don't be such a wimp," she said, annoyed. He slipped from her grasp, causing her to turn, crossing her arms in the process.

"I am not a wimp!" he said pathetically "I was raised in the North!" Accepting this as a challenge she stopped forward, closing the gap between them.

"Come on them," With newfound energy Phil stood upright and they set off on their quest to their French lesson.

"Bonjour Anya," the teacher chirped in a thick Irish accent as they entered the room, five minutes early as a matter of fact.

"Bonjour Dr Taylor," Anya replied, smiling sweetly. Dr Taylor eyed them suspiciously, peering over her half-mooned glassed. She was a tall elderly woman with thin shoulder length blonde hair and a particularly curious dress sense consisting of a purple dress and matching purple tights.

"Who's this strapping young gentleman?" she asked ceasing in writing on the whiteboard. Phil gulped nervously.

"Oh sorry Miss….this is Phil….he's new here," Anya said, flashing Phil a quick smile. Phil ran his hand across the back of his neck….he was intimidated to say the least…She raised an eye brow before flashing him a quick grin, revealing crooked teeth.

"Ah yes….of course you are…..Anya will show you to your seat," Her attention turned back to the whiteboard and they shuffled awkwardly to two seats in the back right hand corner of the room. Soon enough the other students began to flood into the room, offering various greetings to the teacher as they sat in their seats. Phil wrung his hands together for with every new student that entered the room meant another pair of eyes was on him. Anya gave his arm a comforting squeeze….it must be so hard for him….for someone so shy to be thrust in such an uncomfortable situation…let's hope this lesson goes without event…

Sorry about such a boring chapter. Things will hopefully soon start to get interesting. Trust me this is going to be more than just a boring French lesson. 'Soon' *sighs* A word we've been hearing a lot of lately. Anyway don't forget to review *waves Phil's alien abduction cake in front of your face*.

P.S. Are you looking forward to the radio-show tonight? I personally loved it last week. Yay for Phil's 7 second challenge! Haha I'm sure Tomska's going to be great!

Anyway, until next time….Bye!