Flames {phan au}

*New Southern World*

A/N: Hey guys! Welcome to my 2nd story. If you haven't read my first one, then go ahead and read it. I'm still working on it. I like to multitask. LOL I hope you like this one, and I hope your liking the last one as well. This one's written in a slightly different style compared to my other story. Dan's POV and dialog will be written in italics and Phil's will be written in bold. Unless its a chapter with only one POV.

~J

Disclaimer: Swearing, some gay slurs, and possibly inaccurate representations of places in England.

Dan:

When can I leave this shitty classroom. 5 minutes to be exact.

Sitting in the back of a cold classroom, watching some depressed ass middle aged English teacher explain how to properly use ellipsis marks. Kill me now. But, it's not just English, it's every class. Every time the teacher turns around to write on the chalk board, I get spit balls and wrinkled paper thrown at me. They all say the same thing.

"Go die FAGGOT ASS!!"

"Having fun with your BOYFRIEND in the music room?!?"

I hate everything, I hate school, but I hate the people in it even more. Unless I'm sitting at the piano. That's my sanctuary. Sitting in the music room, accompanied by Mrs. Lauraine. Every day since year seven I've been coming to the music room every day before school, during lunch, after 7th period, and after school for 45 minutes.

RING*

Thank shit. I can finally leave. Mozart. Beethoven. Bach. Here I come. I slowly walk out of the classroom, trying my best to avoid the assholes. Even though I never speak, whether it be in class or not. I just don't see the point in speaking. Nobody likes me or could give two cares. That's my life. I haven't said a single word since year 7. That was three years ago now. Nobody seems to care though, so I don't bother on re-learning how to use my words.

I'm walking down the long corridor of classrooms when I see a glimmer of something unusual. A sight I've never seen in all of my days in this hellhole. Him. He has ebony hair, colourful clothes ( underneath his uniform), and the most beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen. He's sitting in art class, transfixed on the white canvas that stand in front of him. He seems to be working on a painting. But I wouldn't know. I can't help but stare at his complexion. Pale skin and light eyes. Probably northern. Probably new.

Phil:

Painting. Something that's always been my strong suite. Mixing the oily paints together and splattering them together on a white canvas. Creating something from nothing. Coming from the north wasn't easy. But, I haven't gotten told off yet for having a strong northern accent and an interest in art and boys. I mean the art and accent was a given, but the boys part. Was something I kept personal, who needed to know anyways. But, whether they found out or not, I didn't care I had my painting and my optimism to keep me going. But, there was a boy I noticed earlier today while I was on my tour of the school. Since it was my first day the headmaster had taken me on a tour of the school, through all of the corridors of classrooms, down all of the flights of stairs, down the halls of lockers, and past about twenty-five teachers and hundreds of room numbers. I couldn't keep track of my eyes, they were scrambling everywhere trying to absorb as much memory as possible. As the headmaster was talking I looked through a window into what looked like an English classroom. I was scanning the entire room at a quick pace, then something or someone caught my eye. A boy. A shy looking boy. He had long-ish brown hair, brown eyes. He looked quite lanky. He looked down and lonely. But his features where so..so.. indescribable. They needed to be captured somehow. I then turned to Headmaster Price.

"Is there an art progamme at this school?" I asked.

"Oh, why yes Phillip there is." he said with a grin.

"When do I get to go and paint?" I quick-fired back.

"Um you can make the next class if you'd like, the bell rings in a few seconds."

"Okay thank you sir, and you can call me Phil." I said with the biggest grin I could possibly pull.

"Oh, well if that's what you want, I'll call you Phil." He then walked down the hall. But stopped in his tracks to get a group of gunge druggies to stop messing with a skinny gaunt boy, probably from year 6.

Ring**

My excitement rose dramatically. I've gone week without painting because of the move from Manchester to Reading. So, I'm excited to get to work

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I don't know what to paint. I never have this problem, I always have inspiration. I mean I would paint that boy but, I realized how creepy that is. But since moving here I can't think of anything. I tried to paint yesterday, but I physically couldn't. I sat down on a wooden stool that was behind my legs, tilted my head downwards, toward the ground.

"Are you okay?" a brown haired boy next to me asked.

"Umm yea I..I'm fine thanks."

"You seem new here. The names PJ Liguori. But my friends call me Peej." he said with a smile.

"Hi PJ. My names Phil. Phil Lester." I said trying to hide my awkwardness.

"You seem cool. So...where you from? I can tell your from the north from your accent. I'm going to guess Manchester, because every northern person seems to come from there." He rambled. Letting out a little chuckle. Then turning and continuing his painting of what looks like a galaxy of giraffes. This guy was weird...I have no problem with that.

"You where close but no, I'm from Lancashire. Specifically Rawtenstall. Which is close to Manchester, I give you that." I said giving out a chuckle. Then looking at my blank white canvas stretched out in front of me.

"Cool! I've never been there before, I've traveled most of England, but never even heard of a Lancashire." Pj said with another chuckle. This was nice, it was great I was starting the school year off by making friends. Back in Lancashire I didn't have a clique, I was friends with everyone. Everyone liked me and liked being around me, and everyone was nice to everyone. Now I think of it, nobody at my old school really had cliques. This school was the complete opposite. This school had bullies, cliques, and tormentors. Even though it's my first day, it hadn't take me a lot of effort to figure this out. Just walking down the corridors you could see it. The Popular's which consisted of about 5 girls, The Jocks which had the entire football team. Gossipers which was girls and guys who didn't know how to keep information to themselves. Band nerds...pretty self explanatory. Floaters, it was a small~ish group of people who where the lucky ones that where able to float around between most friend groups, minus these last few. Druggies once again self explanatory. Bullies, self explanatory. Then based on new information from Peej, there was Dan. I didn't know who this Dan was but apparently. He was a lonely boy, who has nobody, he gets rumours spread about him quite a lot apparently as well. It makes me want to talk to him, and be with him. Shh Phil quiet, yeah your gay but shh, people in Reading don't seem to be as 'cool' with gay people, unlike up in Manchester. There, everyone accepted everyone. Here is different. It's like a different world.

A/N: FIRST CHAPTER COMPLETE...yay. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. I'll be updating either everyday or every other day. I'm working on two stories at once and my first story is already published and on part 10 so if you want to read more then go on over and read that, while your waiting for the next chapter of this to come out. That story I update every day. Since I'm really invested into that story and am updating everyday, that's why this one will probably be every other day. It depends. I hope you enjoyed, tell me what you think in the comments.

Bye for now.