A/N: Wow okay sorry this is a bit late but I got waaayyy too carried away with this omg. Hope you like it! <3

Summary: Dan has been thrown into a completely new environment as he joins a popular boarding school, Blackwood Academy, as a new student. But what will happen when he accidentally befriends Phil, a ringleader of the meanest group of students in the school? Read on to find out more!

DISCLAIMER: Obviously (and unfortunately) everything I have written is entirely fictional. I am not claiming Phan is real.

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Chewing on my pen thoughtfully, I stared for what must have been over 15 minutes at the Chemistry worksheets strewn out on the floor in front of me. I was pretty sure there wasn’t anything I’d less like to be doing right now, but I needed to pass the time. Plus, I’d rather have done Charlie’s work for him and live a peaceful, injury-less life, than choose not to do it and spend the majority of the rest of my waking moments smashed up against a locker.

After finishing several miscellaneous word equations about alkanes, filling in sheet-after-sheet of stupid homework that I’d copied off myself, arranging his sheets neatly with the help of scissors and glue and using tipp-ex against his rude doodles of the teacher and other class members, I snapped his book shut, closing my eyes and sighing in defeat. I opened my eyes to pick up his book and shove it under my bed, when an unnoticed sheet suddenly fell out, fluttering to the floor.

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A/N: Okay I’m sorry this is so horrendously late etc etc etc! Anyway I hope you enjoy it haha, thankyou to an anonymous follower who helped me with writing the smut! (as I’m so bad it’s unbelievable)

Summary: Dan is an American teenage boy living in San Diego, who goes on an exchange field trip to England. But who’s his exchange student? Read on to find out more! 

WARNING: Contains smut.

DISCLAIMER: Obviously (and unfortunately) everything I have written is entirely fictional. I am not claiming Phan is real.

“Ugh.” I collapsed down onto the bed, completely physically and emotionally drained.
Phil let out a small sigh as he mirrored my actions, neither of us knowing what to say, or do next.
“Well, I’m glad that’s over.” Phil commented, staring into space as he thought about all the repaying and agreements we had to make with the manager. Seeing the manager in his dressing gown did make things slightly more comical, though. As it was past 2AM.
“I-I’m so sorry, Phil…” I apologized in a hoarse voice after a few more minutes, all the reflections on what I had done suddenly came flooding back to haunt me, at once.
“Oh, Dan…” Phil began.
“No, I really, really am.“ I croaked. “I don’t know what came over me. I was so immature to you, and I didn‘t listen, and I was just so fucking rude, and…” I could feel the tightness in my throat with the guilt and realization of what I had done.

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