The King of My World ♥Phan♥

Me and Phil had been best friends for as long as I can remember, until the day I watched my little seven year old world crumbled around me.

"Danny...?" I remember him saying in a small, timid voice while pushing me on the swing at the park. "Yeah Philly?" I said in my normal carefree and happy seven year old voice, unaware of the fact that my best- and really my only- friend was on the virge of tears.. "Danny I'm... I'm moving away." It was at that moment I remember flying off the swing.

Luckily I only broke my arm. It's been just over ten years since the day my red headed friend moved away. Now I'm in my eleventh year and I have a few friends, none of which I am as close to as I was Phil. During the second week of school a new kid with black hair and light blue eyes shows up who is susposed to have graduated the year before, but he was traveling so much between foster homes during these last few years he couldn't settle in at school. So now he is in eleventh year with me and my friends, but there is something so familiar about him and I can't put my finger on it...