Phan Oneshots

Life is a Test (And I Get Bad Marks)

Summary: Soulmate au where the first thing you think when you see your soulmate for the first time appears on their skin. Dan has always been known as the most badass guy in school; Until Phil Lester shows up, that is. Feeling like his image is at risk, he lashes out, causing an all-out war between the two.
Word Count: 7851
Warnings: alcohol, drinking, parties, smoking, drug mention, physical fight, name-calling
A/N: This is unedited so ignore any awkward grammar mistakes! I was going to edit but I was just too excited to post and decided not to xD This is half inspired by a post on tumblr and also half inspired by a prompt by simplypeyton. Also special thanks to danielfuckinghowell and phandommother on tumblr for giving me #writingtips!

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In the world Dan lived in, first impressions were everything. They were what made a person's entire life and what decided who your perfect partner was.

Dan lived in a world where the first words you thought when you saw your soulmate were tattooed on your soulmate's body forever. So far, in the entire seventeen years of his life, he hadn't had any luck but he didn't particularly care.

He would be perfectly content if he never found his soulmate.

For as long as Dan could remember, he'd always been the baddest boy in school. He was the one people stuttered in front of, the one who had everyone's eyes on him at all times, the one with the leather jackets and the cigarettes.

He was feared by everyone who stood in his way, and that was the way he liked it, the way it'd always been. Dan Howell: King of the School.

So why the fuck was a new kid suddenly getting all of Dan's typical attention?

As soon as Dan saw him, he knew he hated him more than anyone else. He even despised him more than Timothy from the second grade, which was big enough in itself. Phil Lester was his name, a name that didn't really mean anything to Dan but apparently meant a lot to the other kids in school.

The first time Dan saw him was when Phil had drove to the school in his motorcycle - a fucking motorcycle - equipped in a slick leather jacket with a cigarette dangling loosely from his unimpressed lips. His hair was swept back from the wind and black as the night, eyes a brighter blue than Dan's future.

Dan nearly sneered at the image. He'd heard about him - obviously - and he didn't see why everyone was all over him. Maybe it's the leather jacket, he thought, shaking his head. He decided not to dwell on it though, why did it matter to him if "Phil Lester" was suddenly some big name?

He would always be the baddest boy in school and that would never change.

For a bit after that, Dan nearly forgot about the new kid. Sure, he'd see him here or there but Dan was the one who people fawned over and he was still partying every weekend and smoking a pack of cigarettes per day, his name poison on his classmates' tongues. Phil was easy to sweep under the rug when he wasn't in any of Dan's classes and he seemed to disappear like he had never been there in the first place.

Then, it happened.

Dan had just said goodbye to his friends and started trekking to where his car was parked, drawing out a cigarette from his pocket and putting it behind his ear. The metal of his lighter was cold in his hand and he lit it a few times, loving the metallic click that rang through the air. There was a slight breeze kissing Dan's cheeks that made him shiver, zipping up his leather jacket.

"Hey, dimples!"

The shout was sudden and Dan didn't want to admit that it'd surprised him a bit, but the way he'd dropped his lighter made it quite obvious. He turned to the culprit and couldn't help the way his eyes turned icy as he met the gaze of Phil Lester. This guy was still around? Dan felt his chest burn, he assumed it was from the sudden surge of anger flaring in his bones. "What?"