Mad World {PHAN}

At First Glance

•HELLO MY GOOD PEOPLE, HAVE YOU MISSED ME? PROBABLY NOT. I AM SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING ANY OF MY OTHER STORIES, BUT I'M WORKING ON THEM, I PINKY PROMISE. ALso, I hope you enjoy this, it's my first Phanfic, and if you don't... Go.. ride a kart. Ya.

DIZ FIC AIN'T NO PLACE 4 H8

{This is not going to be one those fics, I was just making a point so keep reading please}•

Note: this chapter has been rewritten to match the ones that follow.

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October 19, 2009-

8:09 p.m

The raven haired teenager was watching the telly in his room when his mom called through the door, "Philly, dear, could you take the trash out to the bin, please?

Turning off the television, the boy sighed but replied, "Yes, mum."

A small, plush lion sat on stand on which his T.V sat. He grabbed it as an afterthought on the way out of his room and mumbled a half-hearted apology for stuffing the poor thing in his pocket.

"Mum, Martin left the front door unlocked again!", I hollered as I stepped out into the bitter cold. Even through the deafening whistle of the wind, I could hear my mother reprimanding my brother. "...EARD THE NEWS, DIDN'T YOU? THERE'S SOME PSYCHO OUT THERE MURDERING PEOPLE AND YOU KEEP LEAVING THE BLOODY DOOR UNLOCKED."

Unfortunately that also meant I heard my brother's reply, "Relax, mum. We're totally safe, plus I bet he'd take out Phil first."

"MARTIN LESTER, WHY WOULD YOU SA-" The door cut off my mother's voice.

I shook my head as if doing so would rid me of the morose thoughts that plagued my head, and distanced myself from the house. After tossing the trash bag in the giant bin on the drive, I decided I didn't want to go back in yet. I sighed and sat on the damp grass, knees pulled up to my chest and arms wrapped around them.

I took Lion from my pocket and placed him in front of me.

"No one understands, Lion."

Across the street, a man with deep chocolate brown eyes sat in the same position and watched the young boy talk to a stuffed animal. He observed him curiously, his lips pulled into an amused smile. The boy looked up, and ocean met hot chocolate.

The man winked, and the young boy blushed. The red swirling in his porcelain cheeks left the man in the black coat enchanted.

A shrill voice pierced the air the moment the brown-haired man made a move to stand.

"Phil! Dinner's ready!"

The man's expression changed to one of wonder, for he had a name for that beautiful face.

"Phil..", he said softly, tentatively, testing the feeling of the name dancing past his lips. "Phil", he found he loved the familiar way his lips formed the monosyllable, as if they'd shaped it a million times before.

He flashed the boy one last dimpled smile as he turned on the threshold of his cozy-looking home. The boy's magnificent eyes seemed to light up, and he returned the smile just before closing- and locking- the door.

I grinned to myself as I leaned against the wooden door.

"And may I ask why you're smiling like the Cheshire Cat?"

My expression fell, my brief happiness soiled by my brother's annoying voice.

"Just move, Martin, mum said dinner was ready."