Liberatus Volandi (THE BEST PHANFICTION EVER)

THE BEAUTIFUL BEGININNG

  Noon. Phil sighed deeply, dragging his luggage behind him as he entered his boarding school for the 3rd year in a row. He hated it here. And he had got reasons for that. He had little to no friends, and always got picked on for no reason other than being nice. But being nice is clearly a bad thing that needs to be punished. Nothing special or outstanding. Just the usual getting pushed to the ground and made fun of for no reason. Sometimes he even got beat up, but that was it. Phil didn't really care anymore. You get used to getting hurt all the time after a while. Phil's parents loved Phil so dearly that they only wanted him to have the best. And somehow they got in their funny little heads that being in the school 24/7 is the best. Boy, were they wrong. Phil already missed his family. The next break was on Christmas and he honestly couldn't wait. Phil dragged his luggage with him towards the reception.
"Phil Lester," Phil said shyly as the woman looked up and examined him.
"Room 221B," she said as she narrowed her eyes. 'Iconic,' Phil thought.
"And my roommate?" Phil asked and he crossed all his fingers and even his toes. He quickly prayed to all the gods he knew, and some superheroes just in case. Because please, please don't let it be-
"Dan Howell," the woman said and Phil's stomach dropped on the floor and shattered into a million pieces. Phil squeezed his eyes shot and clenched his teeth together. He suddenly felt a hand hit his back.
"Hey, buddy!" a familiar voice snarled. "We're going to have so much fun this year."
Phil shot a glance of desperation at the woman behind the counter, but she wasn't paying attention anymore. Phil felt tears prickling in his eyes already. No. Not Dan Howell. He must have misunderstood. It can't be him. Not the biggest bully of the entire school. Not the one who makes his life a living hell. Please, no. Phil slowly turned around, meeting two chocolate brown eyes. The boy was standing in front of him and grinned evilly, his brown and silky fringe falling perfectly over his tanned forehead.
"Let me carry your luggage, mate," Dan said viciously. "Let's go to our room."
Phil clutched his suitcase when Dan tried to take it from him.
"I got it," Phil said quietly, backing away a few steps.
"Oh, no," Dan said with an evil grin. "Your gay little hands aren't made for holding heavy things."
"Carrying my luggage has nothing to do with me being gay," Phil responded, barely audible, as he tried to suppress a sob. "I got it."
"Okay, then," Dan said and held his hands up in surrender. "Whatever you want. Let's go, buddy!"
And Dan walked towards the staircase, Phil had no choice but to follow him. Phil already knew that this year was going to be fire. Hell fire. Surely when he was forced to be with Dan all year. Phil hated Dan passionately but never responded to any of his insults. In the holidays he always said to himself that this year, this year was going to be different. This year he would show how sassy he actually was. His best friend Alex always told him how awesome and funny he actually was. Phil, of course, never believed a thing. Phil sighed as he started to climb the stairs, the first staircase was easy to climb, but Phil soon felt himself getting more and more tired. He was heavy panting as soon as they reached the room.
"I offered you my help," Dan said cocky and grinned. "Told you so, Gaylord."
Phil bit his lip and looked at the ground as he heard his familiar nickname. He hated being called Gaylord. But he tried to ignore all the insults thrown his way. Phil realised that all his bullies probably had shitty things happening in their lives, and he was kind of being the bigger person. Dan opened the door and they walked in together. The room was symmetrical. If you were to put a mirror in the middle of the room, you wouldn't even notice it. When you walked in, on either sides of the room there was a white closet. If you walked a step further, on either sides a bed with a nightstand. And a square window in the middle. The walls were grey. The room didn't look very inviting, to say the least.
"Home sweet home," Dan said cheerfully. Phil walked towards the bed on the right, only to be brutally pushed aside.
"Ow!" Phil yelped as he jumped back.
"Watch it, loser," Dan shot at him. "That's my bed."
"You only want that bed because I was going to choose it!" Phil exclaimed, immediately taking a few steps back, not wanting to be yelled at for raising his voice like that.
"I already choose that side before you were here, you little bitch," Dan said as he narrowed his eyes. Phil gave him a quick nod and sat down on the other bed. He dragged his suitcase on it and started to unpack. He shot a glance at Dan who was intensely staring at him with a disgusted look on his face.
"Are you okay, Dan?" Phil asked shyly, tugging a stray of hair behind his ear. Dan's stare turned into an evil grin.
"Just happy that I've got you for myself..." Dan chuckled. "For an entire year..."
Phil clenched his teeth together as he continued to unpack. He put two frames with pictures on his nightstand. One of him and his parents, and one of him and his best friend Alex from home. Dan stretched out to see the picture.
"Is that your boyfriend," Dan asked with a smirk. "Is that the guy who sucks your dick?"
"We're just friends," Phil answered quietly. "So, no."
"Nah, you're lying, gay boy," Dan concluded. "You want him to suck you, don't you."
"No, I don't!" Phil whisper-shouted as he felt his face redden. "And keep your voice down!"
"What?" Dan said as he started to raise his voice. "Is no one supposed to know that you like getting your dick sucked by some guy from home?"
"Stop," Phil said quietly, trying to sound stern, but failing miserably. Dan's expression softened for a moment.
"Jeez, it's just a joke," Dan said mildly annoyed. "A joke, not a dick. Don't take it so hard."
Phil couldn't help but chuckle, immediately wanting to slap himself for laughing at a joke of someone he hates.
"I made you laugh!" Dan said with an evil grin. Phil turned his face away and continued to unpack.
"Aren't you going to unpack?" Phil asked shyly, avoiding eye-contact.
"Nah, I'll do it when you're gone," Dan said. "Don't want to scare with all the sex stuff I brought. Lube, vibrators, dildos, gag, spreader bar-"
"Yeah, okay, I got it," Phil said annoyed. "You have sex a lot."
"Jealous?" Dan asked grinning. Phil couldn't be any more flustered by now. "And why are you jealous? About not getting laid, or about not getting laid by me."
Phil choked as he turned his face to Dan, frowning.
"Don't look so alarmed, gay boy," Dan said. "It's just sex."
"Sex doesn't alarm me," Phil responded.
"How would you know?" Dan shot back with a vicious smile on his face. Phil bit his lip. He couldn't get back on that. So what? Being a virgin isn't bad at all! He's just saving himself for someone who's worth it. And that's normal.
"No reply?" Dan asked grinning. "I guess I won then."
Phil kept quiet, not wanting to get involved in some fight about nothing. It was quiet for a few more seconds.
"You're no fun, Lester," Dan sighed. Phil glanced at Dan and saw him leaning back against the wall. Dan's eyes filled with fear as soon as his back hit the wall. He shot a fearful glance at Phil and quickly laid on his back on the bed. Phil tilted his head questioningly.
"You OK, Dan?" he asked shyly but immediately regretted the question when Dan glared at him.
"Why wouldn't I be, wimp," he answered harsh and narrowed his eyes. "Why do you care anyway?"
"Sorry, for annoying you," Phil answered quietly. "With my care."
"I don't want nor need your gay care, Lester," Dan shot back. Phil turned his head back to his suitcase and grabbed some bath supplies. "Loser."
Phil felt his eyes filled with tears. This place hadn't changed by one bit. Phil hoped that it would be better. But no. Being nice was still a horrible thing to be. And it needed to be punished.
"Sorry," Phil said anxiously, so soft it was barely a whisper.
"Speak up a bit, will ya," Dan said harsh. "I'm not deaf, but I can't fully understand you if you whisper like that."
"Sorry," Phil said a bit louder, his voice breaking in the middle. Phil quickly cleared his throat as he blinked his tears away.
"You're such a loser, aren't you, Lester," Dan sighed and pulled his duvet up to his shoulders. He turned towards Phil, meeting his back. Phil bit his lower lip. "Always apologizing. Always keeping your gay little head down. Not even daring to speak up for yourself."
Phil bit his lip even harder and tasted some blood in his mouth as he folded up some clothing to put away in the closet.
"You worthless piece of shit," Dan shot. Phil squeezed his eyes shut for a second. Too far. He was used to being called loser, Gaylord, ugly, dumb etc. but he was never called worthless. But the worst part was, that Phil believed it. He jumped up from the bed and he glared at Dan. If being nice wasn't the way, then being mean should be it.
"Shut up," Phil said, his voice trembling with anger. "I'm trying to make it work, for the both of us! I'm being nice to you! Giving you a second change after you destroyed my life two years in a row! But NO. The good old Mr. Howell is and always will be a dickhead."
Dan raised his eyebrows and he sat up, not being used to getting an insult back. Especially not from Lester. He never saw a nice guy like him lose his shit like that. Dan almost felt the need to apologize. Almost.
"Wow, dude. Chill," Dan said and frowned. Phil felt a tear escape his eye and he quickly wiped it away. At this point Dan certainly felt that he had to apologize. He's right.
"Chill? You keep ruining my life, over and over again," Phil screamed and pointed at him. "You make my life a living hell. I hope you're motherfucking proud."
Phil walked towards the door. A sob escaped his mouth.
"Were are you going?" Dan asked. "Look I'm s-"
"Anywhere away from you!" Phil screamed at him and dramatically slammed the door shut behind him.  

IT'S AMAZING ISN'T IT. 

GOD I LOVE IT WITH ALL MY HEART AND SOUL 

ADMITTING IT WAS MY FIRST PHANFICTION, I FEEL IT IS SOO GOOD IT SHOULD BE TURNED INTO A MOVIE ONCE U SEE WHERE  IT GOES.

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