Flowers and Ink~A Phan Fic

Tagging

Phils P.O.V-

I laughed. "Sorry, I couldn't help myself. You're just irresistible I guess." Dan smiled at me.

"Hey, Dan?"

"Yeah?"

"Have you ever been tagging before?" I asked him, an idea popping in my head.

"What, like the children's game?" He responded, obviously unaware to what it was.

"Uh, no. So you're saying you don't even know what it is?"

Dan shrugged, I sighed. "Okay, I've got an idea then. How about we stop at your house quick-"

"Why..?"

"So you can change your clothes, silly. You can't go tagging in those, do you have any black? Like a t-shirt and jeans?"

Dan nodded.

"Great. Okay, then we'd stop by my place to get the stuff for tagging, yeah?" I finished. "I still don't know what it is." Dan said. "You'll find out, now let's go." I responded, giving him a quick peck on the lips. I smiled and winked at him.

I stood up and held my hand out to help him up. He took my hand and he stood up. "So mine first?"

I nodded and said, "lead the way, dear." Dan smiled at me.

As we walked, we made little conversation. I was a comfortably silent walk to Dans. We soon arrived to the cute little house.

"You need me to wear all black?" He asked. "Yeah but I mean any dark color is fine as long as it's comfortable and you wouldn't mind to get them messy. Oh, and you might want to put on some trainers or something of the sort, we might have to run."

"Why would we have to run? This isn't like illegal or something, is it?" He asked, unlocking his front door and stepping to the side to let me in. Of course I wasn't going to let him do anything illegal but I wasn't going to let him know that yet.

"Nice place. But technically, it is a bit...illegal. It's fine though." I reassured him. Tagging was illegal but it would be alright because of where we were tagging. That doesn't mean I was going to pass up the opportunity to see Dan wear black.

"Oh my god." He muttered, shutting the door behind us. Dan disappeared into a room momentarily and reemerged into the room with just black skinny jeans on. His shirt was off and fuck me mate--excuse the language.

"Sorry, my shirt's over here. Though, I don't suppose you mind too much." Dan said. Much to my disappointment, he soon slipped a shirt on.

"Don't look too disappointed, you'll see more soon." He laughed. My cheeks heated as I said, "shush it. Also, I'm surprised you even own a black outfit. It's a bit unsettling if I'm being honest. It's also kinda hot though." I admitted. "Well, I'm glad you think so." He chuckled.

We left his house and went to mine. "Excuse the mess." I apologized, kicking around some stray, balled up sketch paper. I picked up a duffle bag and went to a cabinet filled with art supplies, filling it up with spray paint.

"So like are you going to tell me what the fuck tagging is or...?"

"You basically go run around and spray paint stuff." I explained. "And you couldn't have just said 'yo, you wanna go spray painting'? Jeez, you gotta make everything so complicated for us non-hardcores. Also, I can't art for shit."

"I feel like you have a Tumblr you use rather frequently." I joked. "Ironically, I do. If you have one you should totally follow me, just saying."

I pulled my phone out of my pocket. "What's your url?" I asked. "What, are you being serious?"