Falling for Phil Lester

Chapter One :D

Phil Lester's POV-

I walk home through the wet grass of cloudly London on my way home from school. Today was my first day at my new school. So far its a little better than my last, but my last school which was in America was full of hardcore stoner kids, while me being the innocent kid with an emo haircut.

I stop as I feel something hard hit my neck, I turn around to see about five kids who look like they would be in a gang come up to me.

"Oh you're the new kid!" One of them says while another pushes me to the ground, my books falling out of my bag. "Faggot" one of the guys says as another kicks me in the side, they walk away leaving me on the pavement.

I stand up and put my wet books back into my bag. I feel a tear form in my eye, I quicky wipe it away. I will not cry. I quickly go home and straight up to my room, locking the door and collapsing on my bed. I feel a tear roll down my cheek and I cover my face with my hands. Why does everyone come after me?

The tears keep forming until I sob into my pillow. I find my phone to try to calm me down. Dead.

Who would miss me if I died?

I push those thoughts out of my mind and lay there staring up at the ceiling. I can't go down that road again.

I soon fall asleep after hours laying in bed contemplating life. Maybe tomorrow will be better. Probably not.

I slept twelve hours that night.

I woke up feeling a bit refreshed. I slowly crawl out of bed and go into the bathroom to shower. I finish up my shower and begin to straighten my fringe. I swear my hair is blacker than a black hole. I finish up hair and find my black skinny jeans and a tshirt. I slide on my vans and grab my backpack.

I walk to school and suprisingly don't see any of the guys from yesterday. They might not even go to this school.

I quickly slip into my first class, and just my luck, while walking through the door I run into another student. Nice one Phil.

"Oh sorry!" He says. "I'm sorry! It's my fault!" I respond helping him off the ground. Phil Lester's POV-

I walk home through the wet grass of cloudly London on my way home from school. Today was my first day at my new school. So far its a little better than my last, but my last school which was in America was full of hardcore stoner kids, while me being the innocent kid with an emo haircut.

I stop as I feel something hard hit my neck, I turn around to see about five kids who look like they would be in a gang come up to me.

"Oh you're the new kid!" One of them says while another pushes me to the ground, my books falling out of my bag. "Faggot" one of the guys says as another kicks me in the side, they walk away leaving me on the pavement.

I stand up and put my wet books back into my bag. I feel a tear form in my eye, I quicky wipe it away. I will not cry. I quickly go home and straight up to my room, locking the door and collapsing on my bed. I feel a tear roll down my cheek and I cover my face with my hands. Why does everyone come after me?

The tears keep forming until I sob into my pillow. I find my phone to try to calm me down. Dead.

Who would miss me if I died?

I push those thoughts out of my mind and lay there staring up at the ceiling. I can't go down that road again.

I soon fall asleep after hours laying in bed contemplating life. Maybe tomorrow will be better. Probably not.

I slept twelve hours that night.

I woke up feeling a bit refreshed. I slowly crawl out of bed and go into the bathroom to shower. I finish up my shower and begin to straighten my fringe. I swear my hair is blacker than a black hole. I finish up hair and find my black skinny jeans and a tshirt. I slide on my vans and grab my backpack.

I walk to school and suprisingly don't see any of the guys from yesterday. They might not even go to this school.

I quickly slip into my first class, and just my luck, while walking through the door I run into another student. Nice one Phil.

"Oh sorry!" He says. "I'm sorry! It's my fault!" I respond helping him off the ground. "I'm Dan, Dan Howell," he says shaking my hand. "Oh um I'm Phil! Phil Lester!" I say trying to have a bit of confidence, but then chickening out and looking at the ground. The bell rings and I hear him say shit under his breath. "See ya around," he says before hurrying to class.

I take a seat and continue the work I didn't finish yesterday. The bell finally rings and I quickly jump out of my chair. The rest of the day goes by surprisingly fast.

After my last class I walk through the double doors of the school. I see Dan trying to catch up with me. I stop and let him catch up and say "hey," with a smile. "Hey Phil," he says with enthusiasm in his voice. "Wanna hang out today? I see youre new and I figured you could use a friend!" He says. A Friend.