Adopted by Phan-a Dan and Phil Phanfic

Chapter fourteen -You think my life is perfect?!

~Alana's pov~

After school, I walked down the street, earbuds in my ears and Troye Sivan playing;

You don't have to say I love you to say I love you
Forget all the shooting stars and all the silver moons
We've been making shades of purple out of red and blue
Sickeningly sweet like honey, don't need money
All I need is you
All I need is you, you

I turned the corner, and saw Phil, standing outside the building on his phone, clearly doing something important, like Crossy Road. When I got closer, he looked up and smiled. "Hey Lana-banana, how was your first day?" I gave him a hug. "It was great, Phil." Walking inside, I thought I heard someone behind me, but I didn't look.

~Linkas' pov~

I was walking behind someone unfamiliar most of the way home. I couldn't see her face. As we approached a building, I saw a tall man with a black fringe tapping away into his phone. But then, the girl stopped in front of him, and when they turned to talk to eachother and he said, "Hey Lana-banana, how was your first day?", and she answered, "It was great, Phil.", I saw her face. It was the girl I'd ran into this morning. Lana? Elena? Alana? Something like that. She had mentioned someone named Phil who called her Lana-banana. Who was it? Why was I so interested in this girl? She wasn't remotely different from other people apart from the fact she didn't cringe when I spoke to her. I didn't understand why she wanted to know me. What else is there to know? I put my hands in my pockets and dragged my feet all the way home. If you wanted to call it that. My house was a shit show. It was me, my dad, my stepmum, and her 5 kids, all under 6 years old. Most of the time I wouldn't talk to anyone, just go to my room or not come home at all. I doubt they'd notice, and if they did they would just call me and yell at me. Sometimes though, I would come home, and my dad would be drunk, and then he would hit me. Sometimes not hard, but it was the motive for him that was what annoyed me. He didn't really care. I ran upstairs, locked myself in my room, and rummaged through the drawers for a lighter. I sat by the window, the smoke curling in the air, then disappearing. I hated people who thought they knew people. She probably has a great life, living with Phil, and the other one. She doesn't know what it's like to be depressed, she doesn't know what it's like to be me. "But that's why she wants to," a small voice echoed through my mind. I shook it off, putting out my cigarette out on the windowsill.

A/N: Okay, not gonna lie here, writing from Linkas' point of view is extremely difficult for me, so I'm not sure I'll do it again.

~Alana's pov~

Dan was sitting in the browsing position, browsing(duh). When I walked in, he looked up. "How was your first day?" I set my bag down on the purple chair. "Okay I guess, I got a lunch detention though." I wasn't sure how they'd react, but Dan just said, "Why?" To which I explained, "Well, it wasn't really my fault because this one kid kept talking to me and then the teacher yelled at me so he told her to fuck off and then we both got detention." Phil laughed. "That's sounds like it's your fault!" "It's not, I swear!" They were both laughing now, and I frowned and folded my arms, pretend stomping up to my room. I sat on my bed. We had finished with my furniture, and all my clothes and books were put away, but not my other stuff. I set my computer on the desk, along with a stack of sketchbooks and a jar of art and writing tools. Then I pinned my gifts from my friends up, reading them and remembering. The rest of the day was pretty uneventful, doing homework, eating dinner. "Oh, I uploaded the video today!" Phil said. I nodded, making a mental note to read the comments. Which I did, after dinner, I went up to my room and opened my computer. Pulling up YouTube on a new tab, I checked my subscriptions. Phil's video was there, and I took a deep breath, mentally preparing myself for any negativity. But the comments about me were mostly positive, saying stuff like 'Can't wait to see her in more videos!" Or "she's really pretty!" Or "PROTIP"
(A/N: PROTIP). The most negative ones were just like "no.. Adopt me instead!" So that wasn't to bad.

The next day, I'd already fell into a routine. Wake up, shower, get dressed, do my hair, steal cereal from Phil, brush teeth, get my stuff, out the door by 8:05. School started at 8:30 and I had a 10 minute walk, so that was pretty much perfect time. Walking through the gates, Destiny greeted me almost immediately. "Hey. You want me to walk you to classes again?" I smiled. "No, I'm good thanks." We walked over to the bench where she sat with Lily, Addie, and Noah. Well, Noah doesn't exactly sit... I waved at them. "Hey"
"Ummm, Alana? Why is Lucas Foltening staring at you?" Addie pointed towards the other side of the courtyard. I looked, and sure enough, it was him. Bright green eyes and all. When I looked at him, he looked away, but, straightening my shirt and flinging my bag back over my shoulder dramatically, I walked towards him. Lily audibly gasped, and Destiny pulled on the hood of my jacket, but I just walked up to him as heads turned all around me. "Why is the new girl talking to Lucas?" I ignored them, and leaned back against the brick next to him. "Hi" He just nodded, still scowling at his phone. I hopped up and down, trying to see what he was doing. I couldn't see tough, because he just turned it off and shoved it in his back pocket, finally turning to face me. "What?"

"You were watching me."

"So?" He brushed his hand through his fringe. I sighed, I thought I had made myself pretty obvious.

"Why? Why were you watching me?"

He shrugged. I bit my lip, I just wanted to get more than a few sentences out of him. "Are you okay?" He stared at me, and I took a step back. "Why the fuck would you assume I'm not okay?! Just because I'm supposedly 'depressed' and 'bipolar', doesn't mean something's wrong!" He huffed, folding his arms. "Look, I'm sorry, I just assumed because, well..." He smirked, but it wasn't friendly. "Yeah, you just assumed, like all these other losers," he gestured to the rest of the courtyard, "because you're different than me, you're life is perfect, with Phil and your other dad, what is his name anyway? Why did you switch schools? Why are you even talking to me?!" It was my turn to yell now. "You think my life is perfect? Really? Because it's not. My parents died when I was 11, right before Christmas no less and I had to go live with my abusive aunt and drunk uncle!" He opened his mouth, but I wasn't done. "Then I lived in an orphanage for a year until Phil and Dan, that's his name by the way, Dan, came to adopt me! I switched schools so I could go to one near my new house, okay? That's why." He looked like he was about to say something, but instead shrugged and walked away. Suddenly, Destiny ran up to me, followed by a crowd of people. "Alana, why did you stand up to Lucas?! I can't believe you're fine!" I shrugged, "He seems okay. I think you guys misjudged him." Destiny shook her head, just as a group of kids pushed through the crowd. "Are your dads Dan and Phil from YouTube? I thought you looked familiar!" A small girl with short hair and a flower crown asked. I smiled, "Yeah," but my mind was elsewhere, trying to find Linkas behind the crowd. Then I saw him, he was watching me again. This time he didn't look away, and just stared at me, not happy, but not scowling anymore. "So is it like really cool and you get to hang out with them all the time?" a boy asked, putting my attention back on them, and I laughed. "Of course I do, they're my parents! You hang out with your parents, that's how it works!" But when I looked back at Linkas, he looked almost sad, and his eyes were glazed over, like he was crying.

A/N: So I told my Grandma about fanfiction and shipping and now she's reading this and I'm kinda nervous because she's an actual writer that's been published. Hi Grandma if you're reading! Also, holy shit you guys! We got to 300 reads! I'm crafting so hard right now! Thank you so much!