prompt: Southview Boarding School isn’t a castle and Phil Lester isn’t royalty, but he has everything. His father owns the school, he’s popular, has the best room, gets all the best treatment – there are very few things that aren’t handed to him on a platter. Dan is a cleaner/Phil’s personal maid there, and he isn’t as lucky. Everyone seems to take an aversion to the outsider, including Phil (at first).
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I’m writing this with a load of bleach on my hair listening to an ‘emo throwback’ playlist hahahahah I cant believe it’s literally 2005 again
I hope what I’d written about that scene from ‘kill your darllings’ is accurate it’s been a while since I’ve watched it ooPs
If you’ve never had betty crocker brownies you’re seriously missing out theyre literally the best thing to have ever graced this earth I once ate an entire pack in one night
I hope this is ok!!! I know I said dans backstory would be in this chapter but if that was to happen it’d literally be like 7k haha so im gonna break it up but . Yes next chapter I promise x x x
warnings: mentions of anxiety, emotional breakdowns and alcohol
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Fifteen
This is great.
This is really fucking great.
It’s been three days and Phil’s been lapping up the freedom like a cat. He’s spent an evening outside with friends from his Maths class; sipping from beer bottles and watching the sun set over the tennis courts, managed to sneak around the twenty four hour library with Noah at two in the morning, coffees in one hand and Greek statue books in the other (Noah was a lot more intent on giggling at the statues’ comical penis size rather than actually needing them for a Classics course), and even slept over at Dan’s again.
Okay, so it wasn’t exactly deliberate. They’d just been watching a few films in bed and, well, after a few minor complications kind-of dozed off together, but Phil felt a little weird about leaving Dan on his own after what had happened whilst watching the end of Titanic.
“What d’you have?” Phil had asked through a mouthful of popcorn, shuffling around the mattress to get comfy. “Pulp Fiction? I haven’t watched that one in a while.”
“Um, no,” Dan had scoured his DVD rack.
“Reservoir Dogs?” Phil tried.
“No,” Dan sighed.
“The Hateful Eight?”
“Is that even out on DVD yet?”
“It’s been out for ages,” Phil rolled his eyes. “Okay. What about Django Unchained?”
“I do, but I don’t know where the disc is.”
“Kill Bill?” Phil suggested desperately. “Jackie Brown? Anything by Tarantino?”
“Look, I’m not a bloody Blockbuster,” Dan muttered.
“Good job you’re not, too,” Phil smirked. “You’d be the reason they’ve gone bankrupt.”
“Ever the charmer, you are,” Dan threw a glance over his shoulder. Phil grinned.
“Okay, fine. What do you have?” Phil had asked. “And don’t you dare say Twilight, otherwise I’ll ask my dad to put my tag back on.”