Don't let go

Chapter One

Excerpt from Phil's journal:

I can't believe that I get to move to London!

Big city, new home, and no more of my father. My foster family is actually really nice to me, and they don't care that I was a "flight risk" like my therapist thought I was.

My first day of school is in a couple of days, but I think it'll be awkward going into school in the middle of November. My foster mum, Janice, said that I should just relax and try to make some friends at the school. Like that's actually going to happen. I'm too tall for my age and am not the skinniest person on the planet. The only way I can control my hair is if I straighten it  immediately after I get out of the shower, otherwise it will look like a scruffy mess all day. I wonder if anyone else has that problem...

End of excerpt.

*Phil's POV*

I toss my journal onto my bed, sighing. I wish I could go out to a cafe or something, but 1. I'm broke and 2. I don't know my way around London.

I could always unpack the leaning tower of boxes that is threatening to completely destroy my bedroom. I glance over at the boxes, and shake my head. Not today.

I'll just listen to some music instead. I grab the small radio sitting on my bedside table, and go through the channels, pausing on a station playing Panic! At The Disco. I softly sing along, trying not to be to loud.

"I chime in with a 'Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?' No, it'd better to face these kinds of things, with a sense of poise..."

As the song ends, a males voice comes on. He sounds like he's my age.

"Alright guys, that was Panic! At The Disco. I'm Dan Howell, and this is Talks With Danisnotonfire. Make sure to call this number," he states the number," to see that your call is put on air. Song suggestions, life troubles, call it a help hotline."

I was already dialing. As I nervously waited for someone to  pick up, I thought to myself why am I doing this? I hate even going to places with small crowds, so why am I-

My internal battle was interrupted by Dan going, "Hi caller, just say your name and age and then we'll work out your problem."

I gulped. Don't stutter, don't stutter, don't stutter! "Um, hi, my name is Phil Lester, and I'm seventeen years old."

Good job, Phil!

Dan went, "Hiya, Phil! What seems to be the problem?"

Its okay, you got this Phil.

"My problem is that I just moved to London, and I start school at Birch Highschool tomorrow. How can I make friends easily?" Still going strong. God this is a lot of work.

Dan seemed to think for a moment before replying. "Birch Highschool? I go there too! What year?"

I found myself smiling for no apparent reason. "12th year."

A loud screech of excitement came from the radio. "We're in the same year! How about I hang out with you, at least until you get settled in. Sound good?"

I felt a strange urge to scream.

"Yeah, sounds great." Okay, still no stuttering, but I have to enunciate each syllable. That's okay, just, don't screw up.
I can do this.

*Next day, Dan's POV*

I cannot do this.

I was laying in my bed at 6 in the morning, trying to figure out how to impress that Phil that called the radio station.

Let's go with black jeans, and maybe this jumper? Nah, I want to impress him, not frighten him. God he sounded hot what am a gonna do?

After finally deciding what to wear, I had a quick shower and then changed into my black jeans and a black shirt with a white circle on it. After eating my lucky Charms and getting completely ready, I glanced at the time.

Shit, it's already 7:46! School starts in 4 minutes!

Sprinting to my car, I quickly started it up and tried not to speed too much on my way to school.

Once there, I ran down the halls just as the final bell had rung. "Damn it." I would have to check in at the front office.

My mood quickly shifted, however, when I saw a black haired, blue eyed cutie in the office. He had on black jeans that fit him well in all of the.... areas.... and he also had on a red plaid button up shirt. Plus these really adorable glasses that kept sliding off of his nose.

I walked in right as he was telling his name to the schools sweet old Secretary called Doris. "H-hi, my n-names Phil Lester, and I'm n-new h-here."

That's the Phil who called yesterday! Holy shit, I was right, he is hot.

I decided to make a bold move. "Hey, Phil, right? Lester? I'm Dan Howell, you called my radio show last night." I said nervously.
Phil smiled.

Holy fruck, his smile.

"Hi, Dan." He said, still smiling that amazing smile of his.

Doris, who was smiling to herself, suggested something. "How about you, Dan, take Phil on a little tour of the school?" She handed Phil his schedule and locker info.

There was a long moment of silence. Doris started looking a little annoyed, and Phil just looked confused.

Oh right, I have to speak now.

"Yeah, that actually sounds great. Is that okay with you, Phil?"

Phil smiled at me kindly. "That's alright with me."

I grin and grab his hand. "Then let's go!" I laughed, pulling Phil out the door and into the hallway. Phil giggled and tried to keep up with my excited running (a truly rare thing, to see me running voluntarily).

"Don't let go!" I exclaimed as I dragged Phil towards the main hallway.

Once we got tired of running, which didn't take long, we just walked around the school, talking about what our likes and dislikes were.

"Hey, you like Muse, and I like Muse, let's be friends!" I said as we walked.

Phil grinned. "Well, if we're going to be best friends, then we're need nicknames for each other. I think I'll call you.... Bear!"

I chuckled at this dork. "Okay, well your nickname will be.... Lion!"

We tried to high five, but ended up hitting each other in the face.

*So, what did you think? Just so you know, Dan lives alone and in his fic he can drive, and Phil has a problem with stuttering. Hope you enjoyed! I'll try to update every week, maybe twice a week.*