(This story has been compared to TFIOS twice. I haven't read the book, so I'm not trying at all. I swear. I know shit, hahahah)

Summary about the story: Dan suffers from a really, really bad heart condition. Phil came in as the new kid when they both were 11 years old and has now made it his personal mission to take care of Dan the only way he can by being his best friend.
You're going to read about them growing up together and different episodes happening in their lifes. Phil does his best to help Dan through the illness and life the best way possible.

Eventually friendship isn't enough. What is next?

Prompt: "Could you do a fic where Dan and Phil are kids in primary school and Dan has a bad heart condition so he's not allowed to go outside at break and lunch because he's not allowed to run around and this means he doesn't have any friends really because they think he's a bit weird. Then Phil comes in as the new kid and stays in with Dan and talks to him and they become really close? Then maybe do more parts about them growing up and Phil always being there and staying with Dan when he can't do something."

Someone asked for this^^ Of course. Here we go!

A/N: I have really big plans for this so please stay.
(no matter now bad it gets, no one is going to die! Don't worry.)

Contains: School AU, Friendship, fluff+, angst, chronic illness.

Warnings: Angst/sadness, hospitals.

Phan status: Relationship development.

POV: Point of view change throughout the story.

I'll heal the hole in your heart chapter 1

Summary about chapter 1: (They're 11 years old) Dan suffers from a really bad heart disease and is all alone because he's not allowed to run with the other kids. Until Phil comes along as the new kid. He stays with Dan and they become really close friends.

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Phil -

"Are you exited?"

"Kind of. I'm really nervous." I rubbed my hands together and looked around at my surroundings. It was a whole new school, a whole new house, and a whole new city. The school was nice though. Not as posh as I was use too, but I didn't mind.

Me and my new teacher, Mr. Jackson, walked down the hall. I had to meet my new classmates now. I had looked forward to it, but it was also really frightening. What would they think about me? Would they find me weird? It was important to make a good first impression.

"It's just down here." Mr. Jackson smiled to me. I nodded nervously and focused straight ahead.

"Sit down kids!" He yelled in a friendly voice to the room. It took them a minute to understand that I was with the teacher. When they saw me they quickly sat down and kept quiet. New kids were always interesting. My heartbeat rose a bit—now all the attention was focused at me. All those eyes, just staring. I tried to smile while I moved my gaze around the crowd. It was just like in my old class. The same types of people, the same types of haircuts, the same type of clothing. Just in a new place.

My eyes fell on a brown-haired boy in the back of the room. He didn't look up like everyone else—he just kept his eyes fixed on the desk beneath. I couldn't quite tell if his clothes were too big or he was just really thin. Was he sad? Or did he just didn't care?

"This is Philip Lester." Mr. Jackson pointed at me and I waved to my future classmates. "And he is the new student we've been talking about. Would you like to tell something about yourself?"

I nodded in his direction before I started. "My name is Phil. My dad got a new job here so we just moved from Manchester." I smiled politely. They all mumbled a hello in response.

The brown-haired boy still didn't look up.

"You can sit down. Beside—" He glared at the class. "Daniel." The name made the brown-haired boy slowly move his gaze from the table and towards me. Daniel.

"Okay. Thank you." I grabbed my bag and started walking to the back of the room. The closer I stepped the better I could look at him. Daniel was a really thin boy. His skin was pale and he had dark circles around his eyes. He smiled quickly and then looked back down.

I sat down beside him and stretched my hand towards him. "Phil," I told him, asking for a handshake.

"Dan," was all he answered, not looking at me. I pulled my hand back. Maybe he didn't like me. My smile faded away and I turned my attention to Mr. Jackson.

Even though it was a new school the classes hadn't gotten more interesting. Still the same boring stuff.

Luckily the bell saved me.

"Read chapter five for tomorrow!" Mr. Jackson quickly yelled before everyone left.

"Hey, Phil?" The guy in front of me turned around in his chair. "Hey, I'm Simon. Can you play football?" he asked.

"Eeh, I guess, yeah," I responded as I removed my book from my desk. I wasn't good really, but if I could make some friends by playing football, it was worth a try.

"Great. Come on!" Simon ran towards the door along with some of the other boys. I quickly followed. Before I left the room, I gave Dan a quick look. He hadn't moved from his position at all. Why didn't he go with us?

"Phil! Come on."

"Yeah, coming!" I turned around and ran after Simon. We walked outside and past the room we had just been in. Dan was still there, not even bothering to move his book away.

"Why is he not with us?" I asked and pointed inside.

"What? Dan?" Simon grinned, surprised. "He has some sort of heart disease or something, I don't know. He's a bit weird—just stays inside all day."

"Maybe we should ask him if he wants to watch?"

"Good luck mate. He's not allowed outside. Now, come on or we're going to miss the break." They started walking again, but I slowed down. I felt so bad for him.

"I need to use the toilet," I said. "Sorry. I'll meet you there," I assured them as I slowly turned around.

"Whatever." They started running.

I walked back inside. I didn't have to use the bathroom at all. Dan just seemed so depressed—maybe I could help.

He didn't look up when I walked back in.

"Hello," I said as I stepped closer. "Do you want to come with us and play football?" I asked hopefully.

"No thanks," he answered in a small voice, looking up.

"Why? The weather is good." I pointed outside. He sun was shining through the windows.

"I can't," he whispered before moving his gaze back to the desk.

"Why?" I walked closer. Simon told me about a heart condition, but he could be lying or uninformed.

"I have a weak heart..." he mumbled.

"Oh." I knew heart disease was serious, but I didn't know anything else about it. "But can't you go outside anyway?"

He looked up with slight anger in his eyes. "I could, but what should I do? The others don't want to hang out with me anyway!" His face turned back to sad. "I'm a freak."

"No you're not." I sat back down on my chair beside him. "A disease doesn't make you a freak. It's just a mistake in your body." I did my best to cheer him up, but I had never been in a situation like this.

"The others tell me I'm a freak," he whispered.

"Well, I think you're nice." I always wanted to be friends with everyone I meet. I didn't like auguring or fights. No one deserved to feel bad or be left alone, disease or not.

"Thank you." He finally looked at me properly. I don't think anyone had ever told him that. I smiled widely to him. He slowly looked me over and I did the same with him. His eyes were as brown as his hair—the white in them was slightly red, like he hadn't slept in weeks. His skin was even paler now that I got a closer look. Finally I found someone who could match my skin colour.

"Can you tell me about your disease?" I asked nervously. "If you want of course." I had to admit, I was a little curious. From what I could see it seemed really bad. But I had never seen a sick kid my age before.

"I have a hole in my heart," he started. "Which has caused heart failure. They can't close the hole. Maybe one day they can—I don't know yet, I'm still young. But maybe I would need a new heart." He mumbled the last words, making it nearly impossible to understand. "That's why I can't go outside. I'm not allowed to run or anything…" I had never seen a boy this sad. Something happened inside me and I immediately felt protective towards him. He obviously had no friends—I could be his friend.

"But do you want to go with me outside?" I asked quietly. "We can just sit still on a bench. Not running."

"I would love to." He smiled. I watched him as he unsteadily got up from his chair. He was nearly as tall as me, but even thinner looking when he stood.

"Should I help you?" I asked, confused. "I'm sorry. I don't know how to…"

"It's fine." He walked through the room. "I just walk really slow so my heart can follow, but everything else is fine."

"Okay. Okay, just tell me if you need something."

"Relax." He smiled. I followed him outside. It looked like he thought carefully about every single step he took: like it hurt him each time he placed his foot down.

"I'm just not use to… Yeah, I care too much, I'm sorry." I looked down. He was probably sick of my questions.

"No one has actually cared before," he mumbled. "I-I like it. But don't worry." Our eyes met. Had I made a friend on my first day? But more important, Dan had made a friend. Why would people ignore him just because of a heart disease? That was rude. He was really nice and friendly.

"Where are you taking me?" he asked nervously. I didn't answer—just walked in the direction Simon and the other boys had gone. I hoped that we would end in the same place.

Some of the other children were looking at us, whispering things. Dan noticed and focused his gaze on his feet.

This made me angry so I slowed down a little and got right beside Dan, pressing my shoulder against his and matching his pace. I was letting everyone know I was with him.

"You don't have to walk so close to me," he said in a really sad tone.

"But I want to," I answered, determined.

We walked in silence down to the track were the other boys where playing football. I led Dan to the nearest bench and we started watching them play.

"I'm really not into football. I'm really shit. I'm sure I would be kicked off the team if I played with them," I joked.

"I've never played," Dan answered, his eyes fixed on the ball.

"You haven't missed anything really, don't worry. I would much rather stay inside playing videogames all day." That sentence caught Dan's attention way more than everything else I'd said to him.

"You play videogames?" he asked, locking his tired eyes with mine.

"Do I play videogames? How is that a question?" I giggled. "Yes. Way too much."

"That's so cool." Dan looked at me like I was some sort of celebrity. "I-I play too. You know, Sonic and stuff. Basically all kinds of games really."

Even though I felt flattered by the way he looked at me, I couldn't help but feel sad too. He had obviously never really talked properly to another kid his age before.

"Yeah. I play everything too." I smiled. "Maybe we could play something together sometime? If you want."

"Of course." He smiled like he had just won the lottery. I hadn't thought I would get anything out of this day, but it seemed like I just had made someone happier than ever, just by talking about videogames.

We sat in silence, just watching the others play. Dan looked really excited, but if it was because he wanted to play football because he had never tried it before or if it was because he looked forward to us playing videogames at some point later was hard to tell.

After a couple of minutes, the bell rang and I got to stand. Dan did the same.

"Just walk inside. I'll catch up," he told me as he started walking slowly. "I won't be able to make it before the teacher anyway. I don't want you to get in trouble."

"I don't care." My mum wouldn't be happy to hear that I was late to classes on my first day, but I was sure she would understand my reason if I told her about Dan. "I'm following you inside at your own pace. Trouble or not."

Dan sighed softly and walked faster than before, making me speed up. I looked seriously at him until he stopped completely and took some deep breaths. He started walking again, still faster than when we went outside. But soon stopped again to take deep breaths. His face turned a little paler, if that even was possible.

Then it hit me what he was doing and I quickly grabbed his hand, making him stop.

"I don't mind coming late. Just, slow down. Really, I don't mind, Dan." I wrinkled my forehead at him. "It's okay."

He nodded quickly and tried to catch his breath.

"I'm s-sorry," he gasped.

"It's fine. I don't want to see you struggle like this. It's just a stupid class." My heart fell to my stomach. Being so young and not even able to walk quickly because of a bad heart. It could have been me. We were the same age. Not being able to run or do any kind of physical activity—I couldn't imagine that.

"Can we sit down? Please," he asked nervously.

"Of course," I whispered and helped him down on the ground. I got a little worried. This was my fault, I shouldn't have taken him outside. He was much weaker than I'd thought.

"How does it feel like?" I asked. "Please tell if I asked too much. I'm just curious."

"No, it's fine." He took a couple of deep breaths. The colour had returned to his cheeks. "You can't really feel it though. Or not all the time. Sometimes it's just like, you feel tightness in your chest. Here." He placed a hand on my heart and ran his fingers down my chest to indicate the area. "My heart is really weak, which means it has to struggle ten times more than yours to get the blood around my body. It pounds so hard that it hurts sometimes and it can make me dizzy and stuff..." He moved his hand away from me again. "I have a hole in my heart and normally they can close it when you're a baby, but mine is placed really bad, so it can't do that."

"Is it dangerous?" After I asked I mentally hit myself in the face. Of course it was dangerous. It was his heart.

"Yeah…" He looked down at his hands. "I go to the doctors a lot and take a lot of medication." He nodded while he said it.

I didn't answer because I had no words. I sighed softly and stared at his bowed head.

"I'm ready to walk in now," he said after a few minutes.

"Sure?" I wouldn't pressure him. This was my fault, after all.

"Yes. Could you, maybe, help me up?" Dan asked shyly. Without questioning, I grabbed both of his hands and pulled in up from the ground. He hardly weighed anything, which made it easy to get him up.

For the first time ever, I actually looked forward to going to school. I almost ran all the way to the bus. I looked forward to spending the day with Dan, just talking. We liked all the same things: the same games, the same music, the same movies. Everything was just the same; it was almost scary.

The weather was really nice again, so I thought about taking him outside and then just keeping track of the time so we wouldn't get in trouble for being late.

I walked into the building, happier than I'd been in a long time. Moving had been really hard for me. I'd finally felt good in school—I felt comfortable. And then we had to move to a new place.

But now I didn't really mind anymore. Dan and I connected on whole new level that I'd never thought I would experience.

I stepped into our classroom and looked around hopefully, but there was no Dan. I glanced at the clock. Still 10 minutes until the bell would ring. He could still make it.

I sat down on the same seat as yesterday and nervously tapped my foot up and down on the floor. Any minute now.

The bell rang and the corners of my mouth relaxed and fell down. He wasn't in. My heartbeat rose slightly. Had something happened? Was he ill?

It was my fault. I took him outside. I did this.

I looked around on my classmates, panicking. They didn't seem to notice he was gone. Or maybe they just didn't care.

The day went so slowly. I was too concerned to concentrate on anything. Dan would feel bad if he knew he worried me so much that I lost my concentration, but I couldn't help it. Maybe he was at the hospital? He could be all alone.

"Sorry, Mr. Jackson?" I asked our teacher when we got the first break. "Where's Dan?" Maybe he would know if his mum had called in or something.

"Oh hey, Philip. Enjoying the new school?" He smiled down to me.

"Yeah. But why is Dan not around?" I asked again, more desperately this time.

"He's ill," he responded simply.

"Ill? Like how ill?" Was it the flu, was it a headache… or was it his heart?

"I'm sure he's fine. Don't worry." He packed his stuff and left, leaving me with no useful answers to my questions.

I couldn't stop worrying.

"Did you have a good day?" my mum asked when I stepped inside.

"Yes, I guess," I answered, followed by a sigh.

"You don't like it there?"

I heard my mum move from the kitchen in to the hallway where I was standing.

"I do. It's not like that," I assured her, throwing my jacket on the floor along with my bag. "Could you call someone for me? Someone from my class."

"Is someone bullying you?" She wrinkled her forehead slightly.

"No! Mum, it's nothing like that. It's just his boy in my class who didn't show up today. He's really ill…"

"It's not your job to take care of the other students, sweetie. I'm sure he'll be back tomorrow, don't worry." She stepped close enough to brush my hair out of my eyes while she smiled.

"You don't understand." I pushed her hand away. "He's not just ill. He has a heart condition…" I mumbled, looking down. "And he's my friend. I want to now if he's okay." My throat closed. I was desperate to know if he was okay. It was a weird feeling—we had just met. "It's important to me." I looked back up at her, my eyes slightly glassy.

"I'll call the school, okay? Come on." She stretched her hand towards mine, grabbed it, and led me back into the kitchen. I quickly dried my eyes.

I sat down on one of the chairs and watched her dial the number. She gave me a quick, caring smile before the person on the phone picked up.

I nervously stared at my fingers and twisted them around while my mum talked on the phone.

"Thank you. Goodbye." She hung up and turned to me.

"Well?" I asked and stared at her.

"I got his number. Do you want to call him or should I?"

"I-I can do it." She entered the number and handed me the phone. I widened my eyes as it started ringing.

"Hello?" It was a woman's voice speaking. She sounded tired, like I'd interrupted her in the middle of something. I regretted calling. This was obviously not the time, but it was rude to just hang up.

"H-hello. My name is Phil. I'm from Dan's class…"

"Oh, yeah. He's mentioned you."

"I was just calling to make sure he is okay." I looked questioningly at my mum. Was I doing this right?

"Do you want me to get him for you?" she asked. I heard her tone change slightly for the better.

"If it's not a problem. I mean, if it's okay… I'm not bothering you?"

"Not at all, sweetie. Hang on." I smiled to my mum, telling her it was okay.

"Phil?" If I thought his mum sounded tired, I was wrong. Dan's voice sounded nearly invisible. It was scary.

"Hey," I said. Dan breathed heavily into the phone. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I missed you at school today. We should have played video games," I reminded him and tried my best to sound as happy as possible, not wanting him to feel bad about not showing up.

"I'm fine, really. It's just…"—He stopped to breathe—"bad today. I'm sorry."

"That's fine. I'm just glad you're okay." My mum started rubbing my upper arm with her thumb.

"Maybe you could come over now?"

"That's not necessary. If you're not feeling well, I don't want to bother you."

"I'll just ask my mum." Dan suddenly sounded more awake. Or maybe more excited. I didn't know if this was a good idea. I heard them talk in the background, but it was only mumbling. I nervously looked at my mum, but she just smiled.

"It's okay." You could nearly hear him smile through the phone.

"You sure?" I asked nervously.

"It'll be fine. I'm sure." Dan still breathed heavily; he didn't sound very well. I don't know if I should go. "I live down the hill. Number 235."

"Oh. That's close," I responded, surprised.

"Is it?"

"Yeah. It's just down the road."

"But you're allowed to come over. If you want of course."

"I would love to." I smiled to my mum. "Okay, see you in a minute." I hung up and handled her back the phone. "Can I go visit Dan? Just for a bit," I asked her.

"Yes, of course. Just be home by seven. Then we're having dinner. Change your clothes first."

He lived about five minutes away. I started walking, but it soon turned into running.

"227, 229, 231, 233…" I whispered to myself and kept an eye on the houses. "235." I stopped in front of a quite big brown house. It was bigger than my house and with a messy front garden full of bushes and small trees. The house looked in better condition than the garden though.

I slowly walked towards the house and nervously knocked on the wooden front door. I heard footsteps inside before it was being opened slowly. A tall thin woman with brown hair looked down at me. She looked like Dan: brown eyes with dark circles around. She looked tired, but still smiled widely at me.

"Come in." She stepped aside, making room for me to walk in. "Let me take your jacket," she offered.

"Thank you." I smiled and handed it to her before I kicked off my shoes.

"He's in the lounge. Just that way and turn left." She pointed straight ahead and I followed her directions.

My palms started to sweat. I had never visited a heart patient before. What was I going to see?

I stepped into the room and saw Dan sitting on the couch with his duvet wrapped around him. I sighed softly. It just looked like he had a cold or something.

"Hi," I said in a happy tone that made him turn his head. He smiled widely when he saw me.

"Hi." He moved his covers away and sat up fully.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Honestly. It was just a bad night so I needed a day off." He pointed to his side, asking for me to sit down beside him.

"It's not something I did?" I had thought about it all day. "I took you outside and..."

"No." He grinned. "Don't worry, Phil. My heart just didn't want to let me sleep, apparently." He talked about it like everything was normal, but of course it was to him.

"Okay, good. I was just worried."

"Don't be. It's not your fault." He turned his attention back to the TV. I stared at him for a couple of seconds without him noticing. He looked really ill and I felt bad about being here. But I couldn't tell if it just was because he hadn't gotten enough sleep.

"What are you watching?" I asked and looked at the TV too.

"Toy Story. But we could play something? Videogames of course." His eyes lightened up while he said it.

"Yeah." I started to loosen up. I shouldn't be so scared—he was just a normal kid with a heart disease. I shouldn't treat him differently. I shouldn't treat him like he was ill. That wouldn't make him feel better. I wanted to be his friend and I wanted to make him forget about his condition. That was my job from now on.

"What do you want to play?"

"What do you have?"

He just smiled, stood up and walked towards he shelf hanging on the wall. "These."

"Wow. You have so many." I widened my eyes and stood up too.

"Yeah. I can't really do anything else, so my parents buy me games instead of bicycles and stuff." But that didn't seem to bother him. More like the opposite.

"Crash Bandicoot?" I suggested.

"Good idea." He took it down from the shelf before he put it on.

"Mum!" he shouted through the room, making me jump a little and stare at him.

"Something wrong?" she asked as she entered the room.

"No." Dan sighed. His mum was obviously even more worried than I was. "But can we got some Ribena maybe?" he asked.

"Of course." She smiled, relieved, and turned around.

Dan promised me he would come to school today, but I didn't want to get my hopes up too high in case he'd had a rough night again and didn't show up.

I walked past the other students through the school until I reached the room I had to be in. I scanned the rows of chairs hopefully. The corners of my mouth turned up when I saw Dan sitting in his seat.

"Hey." I waved to him.

"Hello." He still sounded tired and exhausted, but smiled happily anyway.

"Better today?" I asked, sitting down. I found my book and opened it.

"Much," he breathed out and glanced at me. "But could you maybe do me a favour?"

"Anything," I assured.

"My mum has to work late today because she had to stay home with me yesterday, so she can't pick me up." He looked down like he was ashamed. "Could you, maybe if you don't mind, follow me home?" He kept avoiding eye contact. "Or we could go home to yours. It's just, I can't take the bus or walk alone..." He mumbled the last words.

"Yeah, of course I can."

"Really?" He looked up slightly surprised.

"Yeah. You don't even have to ask. You should just have said, 'follow me home so I can kick your ass in Sonic'," I joked, making Dan giggle.

"Okay, if you say so… Phil, follow me home so I can kick your ass in Sonic," he repeated while laughing.

"No problem." I smiled. "But I'm gonna kick your ass first, so be prepared."

"Sure. And who lost 99 times out of 100 yesterday?"

"I don't know. Not me," I joked back.

"We're not going to make it," Dan whispered and slowed down even further.

"Of course we are. It's just outside the school."

"Yeah, but I can't walk faster than this." I looked back at him.

"Okay. Give me your bag and I'll run ahead to stop the bus and make it wait for you, okay?" Dan nodded and took a deep breath before he handled me his bag. "Please don't hurry, I'll make it wait. I promise."

I ran out of the building and up to the street just in time for the bus to arrive. I waited for everyone to stepped on before I got in.

"Please can you wait? My friend is coming in a minute, please."

"I have a schedule I need to follow kid. I'm sorry. Your friend could have run like you."

"He has a heart condition," I answered shortly. "So he can't run. I promised him to stop the bus and wait for him so you just stay."

"Whatever," The bus driver breathed out, but didn't move.

I saw Dan walking down the road. I smiled and waved to him.

"Thank you." He smiled to the bus driver when he got here.

"You okay?" I asked him and helped him into be bus. He just nodded quickly, bumped into the seat and rested his head back.

"My pulse just needs to slow down, it's fine." He closed his eyes and relaxed.

"Does it hurt?" I asked and looked him over.

"A little."

"Something I can do?" I whispered

"No." He opened his eyes back up. "Why do you always ask?"

"I want to know everything." I really wanted to learn everything about this. Understand what he was going through and make it better any way I could.

"Why?" he asked and looked questioningly at me.

"Because I want to help you."

"Then give me your heart. We could switch." He kept his face emotionless, not smiling. I didn't know what to answer. Did he mean it? I looked at him, confused.

"I was kidding, Phil." He nudged my shoulder, pushing me out of my trance.

"Right."

"You should have seen your face." Dan grinned, closed his eyes and leaned back on the seat.

Dan -

"We could go home to yours instead?" I suggested when we got off the bus.

"You sure that would be okay? I mean…"

"Yeah, my parents aren't home anyway and I don't like being alone." I was scared of being left at home alone. It didn't happen often because my mum was just as scared as I was. But today both of my parents had to work late. I felt bad for asking Phil, but he didn't seem to mind. I liked spending time with him. He was like a break from illnesses and hospitals.

"Come on." He stretched his arm out and grabbed my hand. "You live further away from the bus stop anyway."

We walked down the road until we reached a small gray house. Smaller than mine, but a lot prettier.

"I think my mum is home," Phil said. I nodded nervously and let go of his hand. He opened the door and stepped inside. "It's still a bit of a mess in here, I'm sorry."

"That's fine." Boxes were standing on top of each other all the way down the hall.

"Just throw your stuff where you want. Things are everywhere anyway," Phil said, kicking his shoes off and placing his bag on the floor.

I did the same.

"What do you want to do?" he asked me. "My room is not quite done yet, but maybe we could go outside? The weather is good." I looked out. The sun was shining and it was hot enough, but I was still in my school clothes and they shouldn't get dirty. I nodded anyway and followed him through the house.

"I want to teach you something. Stay there." Phil ran across the garden and picked up a ball from the grass.

"You said you couldn't play?"

"I can't. But my brother taught me some tricks."

"You have a brother?" I asked, walking closer.

"Yeah. A big brother." Phil smiled and placed the ball on the ground in front of him. "Do you have any siblings?"

"A little brother. But he's just annoying. I understand him though. My parents give me all the attention…" Phil stopped his movements to look at me. I didn't mean to take all the attention, it just happened. I was poor, ill Dan. When I had bad nights, either my mum or dad would stay up with me. Sometimes my brother started crying at night so they would stay with him instead, but they didn't. I felt sorry for him, even though I couldn't help it.

"Should we play?" Phil tried to change the subject. I nodded quickly. "Okay, stand there." He pointed some meters to his left. "And when I kick the ball to you, you just kind of kick it back. Use the inside of your foot. Like this." Phil kicked the ball in my direction.

I moved my foot, but of course I didn't hit it. "Wow. Can I be on your team?" I grinned.

"Maybe we would be better at FIFA."

"Probably." I watched Phil as he picked up the ball again and placed it back in front of him.

"Try again," Phil said, smiling. He kicked the ball. This time I actually hit it. "Awesome!" Phil stopped the ball with his foot so it wouldn't roll away. I had never played before—it was quite fun. "Just tell me if it's too much, okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." I nodded nervously. Any kind of movements made me nervous, even just walking slowly. It made my heartbeat rise, which was bad and only made things worse. "But do you think I can sit down?"

"Of course." Phil dropped the ball, grabbed one of the plastic chairs, and placed it on the grass.

"Thank you. Now kick it to me. I can still try sitting down," I said happily, moving around to get myself ready. "I think I got this now."

"You sure?" Phil giggled and got ready to kick the ball.

"I just need to hit you in the face. Then all my dreams are alive." I laughed.

A/N: Please continue!