My Youth is Yours (Phil x Reader)

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MANY YEARS LATER -2002

Your POV

I walk through the crowded hallway by myself, hoping that I'd soon run into a friend.

"Y/N!" I hear that familiar voice. The voice that I've known almost all my child hood. The voice that I love.

I turn to see him speed walking towards me, bumping into many other kids.

"Hey, Philly!" I stand on my tiptoes and stretch my arm out to ruffle his hair. Yes, he's that tall.

"What's up, shorty?" He sniggers. I roll my eyes.

"The sky, dork," I try to keep a serious face but crack a smile. Damn!

"Ha ha," he can't help the smile creeping up on his face, either. "Did you finish that English homework?"

"Yes, I did. Surprisingly," we both chuckle at that. Phil knows how rare it is for me to finish homework. Having someone so amazing living next door is a real distraction. "What do we have first?"

Phil checks his timetable. "Uhh, we have art."

I nod. Something fun and easy. (lies. Art is one of the most boring classes I have atm)

I get the feeling that this year is going to be the best year I've had at school. Phil and I have gone to the same school together since the beginning, but it's only this year that we have every class together.

We stand in the hallway talking about random things until the bell goes. Art time.

I take a seat and Phil sits next to me. We talk until the teacher walks in.

"Hello, class. Now that you've had a few days to settle in, I'm going to set your assessment. This will not be due until the end of the end of the year, so don't stress. Now you can paint, draw, etcetera, but it must be something about the person who means the most to you."

I already know who mine will be about. The adorable lion sitting next to me.

I wonder who his will be about...

Phil's POV

I didn't even have to think about who mine would be about. We all know who it is... Sarah Michelle Gellar! Well, no. There's only one person who means more to me than Sarah.

And it's her. Y/N. The most amazing girl I've ever met. I look over at her and wonder who hers will be about. It probably wouldn't be me. Sure, I'm her best friend, but she could never love me like I love her. She probably likes one of the really popular guys who try in gym class and sports and exercise regularly.

I don't know why I think I will ever get a chance with her. Maybe not everyone will agree, but she's absolutely amazing and perfect in my eyes. Even her imperfections are perfect, because they're her. They make her who she is.

I seem to be lost in thought. Y/N nudges me and I snap out of it, looking back to the teacher.

"Welcome back, Philip." She smirks. "Now today we are going to.." And she drones on and on for half the lesson.

When she finally finishes we begin painting.

"Hey, Phil?" I turn to face Y/N, raising my eyebrows. "You got something on your face. Here, let me help." She reaches out her hand to rub off what ever was on my face. But instead of feeling the warmth of her soft hand, I feel something cold and gooey. She starts laughing. "I think I got it." I put my hand on my face and when I pull it back, there's F/C paint on it.

This calls for revenge. I smirk evilly and turn to Y/N. "Hey, Y/N..."

Your POV

"Hey, Y/N..." and before I have time to react, Phil has firmly grabbed my chin. He dips his thumb into some red paint and brushes it across my forehead. "Simba!" I try to look angry but laugh really loud, along with Phil, catching the attention of the rest of the class and the teacher. She walks over and shakes her head when she sees Phil and I.

"If I didn't know you two, I'd be surprised. Go on, clean yourselves up," she chuckles. Mrs Collins. She was a great teacher. And she knew Phil and I very well. She used to babysit the both of us before she got a job as an art teacher, as she lives across the street. She knows what mischief we get up to.

Still laughing, we walk over to the sink and begin cleaning our faces.

We walk back to our seats, giggling. It's amazing spending time with Phil. Every moment with him is a moment to treasure. For years I thought these feelings for Phil were nothing, that it was just a silly little crush that would wear off someday. But as the days move on, I find myself falling harder for him.

And I love it. I love him.