Pantera One Shots

Dumbass

This is so incredibly short, so forgive me 💀

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Phil carefully went down the stairs of his parents house - looking at his dog and begging it to not make a noise as he walked over to the phone on the wall.

He gritted his teeth as he dialed Darrell's home number he had memorized -
He bounced his leg wildly as the phone rang, it was 1 in the morning and Phil seriously wanted to see Darrell.

"Hello?" Darrell answered, sounding sleepy and bleary.

Phil's face immediately lit up with excitement.

"Heyyy, what are you wearing?" Phil giggled in glee.

"I'm in my underwear dude, it's late." He whispered.

"Sexy - hey, I'm coming over." 

"Please don't Phil - I'm gonna get in trouble."

"C'mon babe - I really wanna see you. I don't give a fuck how late it is."

Darrell audibly sighed.

"And just how are you gonna do that?"
Phil could smell his sarcasm.

"Let me in the front door ?" Phil said back dumbfounded.

"I can't do that.. mom can't know you're here."

"You better have a really good idea of how you're gonna get here." Darrell didn't lie about wanting to see Phil too, cause he really wanted to.

Phil thought hard for a second, of how the fuck he was gonna get upstairs.
"I'll climb through your window?" Phil blurted.

Darrell laughed for a second. "You're gonna bust your ass - and I'm gonna laugh."

"Better bring a latter shit for brains" Darrell teased.

"Oh shut up, I'll climb the tree."

"Good luck with that.." Darrell smirked. Sometimes Phil's own ego outsmarted him.

"And please for the sake of my own ass park down the street, I can hear that old Chevy from a mile away."  Darrell rubbed his hand over his face, he couldn't wait to witness Phil bust his ass.

"Whatever Darrell.. I love you"

"Aren't you still in trouble from that  fight you got in last week?" Darrell asked.

"Yes. Do you think I care?"

"I'll see you soon. I miss you." Phil hung up the line before grabbing his jacket, not really caring to be quiet anymore because he already knew he'd be fucked when his parents saw he was gone in the morning.

Fuck it, Phil was too old to be grounded. And he wanted to go see his boyfriend and nobody was going to stop him.

Darrell was worth it anyways.

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It was nearing two am when Phil was finally at the tree close to the outback of Darrell's house. He looked up to see Darrell at his window, smoking a joint as he watched Phil.

Okay - he could do this. The tree wasn't that tall. Phil hopped on the trunk after a considerable running start and hooked his arm around the lowest branch, his foot slipping out from under him and skidding painfully on the trunk.

"Ow, fuck - " Phil said once he hoisted himself up, now straddling the branch of the tree.

"Dumbass." Darrell mouthed, and Phil flipped him off as he maneuvered around the tree.

He stepped up again, wobbling unsteadily.
Branches caught his hair and he cursed to himself. Doubting that this was infact a good idea.

Being up this high also made him uneasy, but he pushed through.

And eventually Phil met the edge of the roof, and had a rather tough landing, landing flat on his back on the tile and groaning.

"Fuck your goddamn tree, Darrell  - "

Phil strutted over to the open window, climbing in Darrell's window and sitting knee to knee on the floor with him.

"Well, I'm here now." Phil laughed at himself. "With much struggle."

"I'm surprised you didn't fall man.." he said back, smirking.

"Shit, m'niether."

He eyed Darrell, looking at his poodle hair and down his chest. His eyes sparkled in the moonlight, and Phil thought he was so gorgeous. Even for just being in his underwear on a random week night.

Phil was so happy Darrell was the one he decided to chase.

"You're looking as cute as ever." Phil flirted, scooting over even closer to the other.

"You're so stupid." Darrell smiled as he stood on his knees, picking the leaves and small twigs and dirt out of Phil's wild blonde hair.

"The things I do for you.." Phil looked down at his bleeding calf.
"I cut the shit out of myself on the way up too-"

"That's on you, I told you to bring a ladder"

"Ever thought about how I would've gotten rid of the evidence?" Phil questioned.

"I can't just fit a ladder in the bed of my truck either - " Phil laughed before playfully rolling his eyes.

Darrell threw all the dirt from Phil's hair out the window, sitting back down on his ass and leaning into Phil's side.

Darrell took the half smoked blunt and handed it to Phil. He took a small drag and anxiously looked back at Darrell, waiting for him to say something.

"Love you." Darrell mumbled.

"Love you too." Phil smiled.

Phil leaned in and kissed Darrell's forehead, rubbing the guitarist's knee lovingly.

"You missed - " Phil passed the blunt back.

"Huh?"

Darrell softly held Phil's jaw as he gave Phil a proper kiss on the lips, and Phil blushed lightly.

"Missed you." Darrell paused to flick away the dead blunt and wrap his arms around Phil.

"You big dumbass." Darrell laughed into Phil's shoulder.