Dan and Phil Imagines

Phil imagine

"Hey." You heard his deep voice utter over the phone.

"Phil, what do you want? Its--" You stop and check the time, "nearly 4 in the morning."

He sighs and stays silent for a minute before suddenly speaking up again, "I don't want to talk about it. Just put some shoes on and come outside."
"You're outside my house?" You ask pulling back your curtains. "Yes. Just please come outside." He answers flashing his high beams.

You grab your shoes, phone, and keys then head outside and hop into Phil's car immediately turning on his heater. "Where are we going?" You ask while pulling up your hair. "Nowhere, I just want to drive. I just filled up my car, I have you with me, and the empty streets. Let's just get lost tonight." You smile and curl your legs up to your chest, watching him drive so effortlessly.

You talked about everything as he took several turns and circled roundabouts dozens of times. You laughed a little but mostly talked about everything you couldn't say when you were fully awake. There was something so trustworthy about being in his car. Nothing you said would start an argument or would ever leave that night. You felt invincible.

You watched the way he shifted gears and chuckled each time he stalled the car. You cursed the universe and made plans to "fuck society" and to go somewhere far away--wherever that was, you didn't care. As long as you had Phil and his car and these late night drives, you felt at home.

I'm crying because I'm so stressed and I really hate my life right now and I feel so useless and I just want to feel okay. I haven't felt okay in such a long time. I hate this.