Phan One shots

Playground (Phil's pov)

DAN IS 25 HE IS SO OLD AHHHH

I sped around the playground with a big cape (a sheet) billowing from behind me. I hoisted my foam sword up in the air shouting a battle cry.

"Fight!" Carl shouted. A bunch of us, five year olds, decided to play war. I was on the blue team. My friend, Harry Cass was on the red team, fighting against me. I pretended to look scary at him.
We advanced towards each other, bowed, and got our swords ready. I jabbed at his stomach but he blocked it. He sliced at my throat but I pushed his sword away.

We continued to perform cool moves and block them until I see a boy sitting alone in the other side of the playground. I dropped my arm and walk over to him. I felt a foam sword bump against my head but ignored it.

"Hi!" I smiled and sat next to him on the hard dirt.

He didn't say anything.

"I'm Phil!" I tried. Nothing.
"Are you okay?" I stood up and walked in front of him to see his face better. He was crying.

"Oh my gosh!" I set a hand on his arm. "What happened? Please tell me!"

"I-They," He pointed over to a group of boys a few years older than us. "They kicked me off the swing and told me I was a... bloody loser. And then I-I said that they said a bad word, I didn't mean to, and they kicked me. Literally." He gasped for breath between his cries.

"Oh my gosh!" I hugged him. He hugged back. "They are just bullies trying to find someone... Small enough to pick on. I'm gonna tell 'em off for it!"

"Thank you, Phil," He said. "I'm Dan, by the way."

I smiled in response and marched over to the mean boys who hurt Dan.

"Hello," I said to get their attention. "I heard you were picking on my friend Dan over there. He's crying now. We're only five! We haven't done anything. And if you think it's cool to hurt little kids-you're very wrong. Goodbye."

I walked away with my head held high. I got to Dan, who was beaming at me.

"Good job!" He exclaimed, wrapping me in a hug. "Want to be friends?"

"I would love that," I hugged back, finally looking back at the kids who looked fairly guilty.

I smiled at my new friend.