Colors {Bastille: Dyle}

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MY EDIT ABOVE

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"Daaaaniel!" I hear Will shout from downstairs. Letting out a sigh, I get out of bed, set my laptop down, and head towards the front door where I find Will standing.

"Why do you always let yourself in?" I ask him, a bit annoyed as I close the door behind him. As I turn around I watch Will shrug and take a seat on my leather couch.

"I don't know. Why do you always leave your door unlocked? You should lock it because one of these days someone's going to break in. You don't want your laptop stolen do you?" He glares up at me with a smirk as I make my way over to the couch and take a seat next to him.

"Oh no," I say sarcastically, "Not the laptop. Oh my gosh what would I ever do? I won't be able to go on Tumblr." I roll my eyes, looking over at him, then grabbing the remote, turning on the tellie, "It's not like I can't use my phone."

"Whatever, Daniel." Will replies with an annoyed tone and snatches the remote from my hand.

"Bloody hell, mate!" I shout. The two of us stare at each other for a minute. Anger and disbelief strewn upon my face whilst Will's lights up as he bites his bottom lip, trying to hold in his laugh. "You little son of a bitch. You're fucking mental!" And with that, I jump on top of him as I try to reach the remote. As lay on my stomach on top of his lap, Will extends his right arm behind his head, making it even more difficult to reach.

"Your tiny smurf arms can't reach it." He chuckles as I crawl up until my knees are digging into his legs and my arm is protruding towards his right hand.

"You're such an ass!" I shout as I jump up, causing Will to let out a slight 'oomph' as I snatch the remote back.

Will laughs as I settle back into my corner of the couch, pouting. I can't keep pouting anymore. Suddenly, I start laughing along with him for a minute until I grab a hold of myself once again. Will continues to laugh as I sit in silence staring at him. Next thing he knows, the remote hits the left temple of his head.

"Ow, Dan! Blood hell! What was that for?!" He asks as he rubs his head, looking from that remote that now lays on the floor to me. I shrug.

"I don't know. Why do you always take it away from me. You know, you shouldn't take a man's remote - "

Will waves me off, eyes closed, "Alright, stop mocking me, you twat." He gets to his feet and heads into the kitchen. My eyes follow him into the kitchen until I can't see him anymore, then I tie back to the tellie, shrugging.

"Suit yourself." I say as I stand up, walking over to pick up the remote, and then laying down on the couch, taking up the whole thing. Will can sit on one of the chairs, I don't give two fucks.

- - - -

"Want to meet up with Woody later?" Will asks as we head back to his place, "WAIT!" He shouts as I close the front door behind me, causing me to jump.

"WHAT?!" I shout back, pissed.

"Don't forget to lock the door." He smirks. I bob my head murmuring and mocking him as I turn around to lock it with the key under the mat.

"Sure, I'd love to meet up with him. What are you guys planning?" I ask him after I lock up and catch up with Will. We start walking towards his flat.

"Not sure. He says it's a surprise." Will shrugs as we turn the corner.

"He knows I fucking hate surprise."

"Well, we both know he likes to piss you off, so you have to deal with it. Stop acting like a little bitch."

"Do not call me this."

"I'll call you whatever I want to, meathead."

- - - -

We arrive at Woody's and my first reaction was to run up to the windows and look through them to see what he's up to. Nothing. It's completely dark and empty. What the fuck is this prick planning?

I hear Will knock on the front door which makes me look away from the window and jog over to him. He looks over at me, from which I shrug, "It looked like no one was inside. Trying ringing up the bastard." I tell him, pointing at his phone as he pull it out of his pocket.

Before Will could dial his number, Chrissy opens the door with a big smile on her face, "Hey guys! Woody is outside." She says as she greets us in. I push Will out of the way and barge into their flat, heading straight to the back door.

I stop in my tracks as I burst outside, my eyes meet a giant white banner hanging over Woody's head the reads, "Happy last day in America, Chris and Chrissy!"

"Um, excuse me. What, bitch?" I ask, placing my hands on my hips. Will walks out and I can automatically feel his anger. Let me just settle one thing with you. Will and Woody are best friends. I am basically their third wheel. I ran into Will in a bar one night, and of course as was as drunk as sailor, I ended kissing him and throwing up on Woody, whom was sitting next to him. And I don't know, from there, I got their numbers and we became instant friend, I guess.

Anyways, I look over at Will, then Woody, then back at Will. I can feel the tension building up, so of course, I slowly start to back away from the two of them, knowing what is about to happen.

"WHAT THE FUCK, WOOD?!" Will spats, I watch him, a bit scared, as his face slowly turns red, "YOU'RE LEAVING AND YOU DIDN'T FUCKING TELL ME?!"

"And me." I peep up. Will snaps his neck, his eyes burning holes into mine, "Ok sorry..." I say with a squeak.

"In my defense, I didn't know how to tell you, Will!" Woody, replied, crossing his arms over his chest.

Will exhales loudly out of his nose and I swear, you could see smoke exit his nostrils, "You could have easily told me instead of waiting until the last fucking minute." He says through gritted teeth.

Woody shrugs, "Well, Will, if you're going to be this sore about it, then maybe you should leave and take Daniel with you. I'll call you guys when Chrissy and I land in Manchester. Now get off of my damn property." Woody waves the two of us off, and with that, Will grabs a hold of my left wrist and drags me out of their house, and back down the street towards my flat.