the city // dan howell

Part 10// Small Kisses

skip to the day D&P are leaving (yes i did draw that, it is tyde kissing dan)
"we're picking you up now. see you soon x"
Oh shit.
I fiddle with my black Yeezy sweater, you know, the one with holes. It was regrettably 2,000 dollars, but I have money and is cute. Kinda.
My solid black jeans are tucked into my white vans, and not forgetting my black leather jacket, completing my outfit. I crawl out of my small house and lock the door, taking a quick look around before sprinting to the corner they picked me up from last time.
I tap my foot and start impulsively singing from boredom.
"Avert your eyes, neglect the skies!" I belt out, looking at my feet.
"I hate it when you act that way." Someone speaks out. Dans waiting in the cab along with Phil, smiling. I manage to squeeze in next to Dan, leaving him, the biggest, in the middle. Haha.
"You're really off, eh?" I question them both.
"Yeah, we'll miss it!" Phil truthfully explains to his camera.
"Hey, give me a call when you land in London. I'll give you a ride."
I smile. Perfect.
"I'd love that." This is perfect.
//
We don't talk for the remainder of ride. I find it strangely calming, however, to be quietly sitting in a car with them. The cab let us off at the proper terminal and I show them inside.
"I know we landed here, but it's just so fucking amazing that I can't get over it." Dan spins around once, letting his suitcase get slightly stuck.
"I always love it here. Plane rides are even better. Good thing I'm coming back in 6 days to go to London."
"Good thing I'll be seeing you in 6 days. You've grown on me." Dan admits.
"Me as well! We've all got to do some London-y things one day. Dan, you better not take her on the Eye until I get off of holiday. Sorry I won't be there for your first week, Ty." Phil babbles on all the way to the point of the airport where I can't follow.
"It's okay Phil. I guess this is goodbye, guys?" I quizzically look at them, exchanging eye contact with both.
Phil is first to lean in for a hug.
"I'll see you in 13 days, Tyde." He squeezes me and then leaves Dan to go in line, surely saving a spot.
"Um..." Dan shuffles his feet, looking slightly scared.
"Bye." I throw myself against him, listening to his heart beat as I wrap my arms around his neck. His long arms find their way around my waist and he rests his head atop of mine.
"Bye." he whispers.
"I don't like goodbyes." I admit, trying to hold onto the hug as long as possible.
"I don't either. It's not a goodbye.. it's a.. I'll miss you, you asshole."
"Fucking idiot." I poke back, pulling away as he grins at me.
"Trash." He challenges.
"Crusty sponge." I decide to have the last word by kissing him on the cheek quickly.
He gives me a funny stare, and before he can respond, I dashed off.
I don't know if I'm happy or sad.
//
I lay on my bed, fiddling with my camera. I took pictures of all of us in the park, and it's making me mad that I have to wait a whole six days before I see them again.
I quickly send Dan a "stay safe x" and Phil a "don't die on the plane" to satisfy my anger over their absence.
Imagine if Dan hadn't knocked into me?
A lot of things would be different right now.
My eyes roll around my wall of photos- yes, I've been working on plastering the entity of one of my bedroom walls with my photos. I dedicated the right half to concerts and the left half to friends, family, and miscellaneous pictures. When I went to develop photos from a recent shoot I had, I also got out a few of the picture of Dan, Phil, and I.
I plastered them to the wall, smack in the middle of the left side. It looks cute. I can't wait to have more photos with them after the London trip.
I run my fingers over the right side, now; All Time Low, Beartooth, crying fans hugging members of Pierce The Veil.
I love my job.
I actually remember the first time I met someone who meant a lot to me- well, it was more than one person.
I cried when I met The Story So Far.
Yes, me, a 19 at the time girl, cried for people who didn't know she existed. Yet, they meant the world to me.
They MEAN the world to me.
I can't take any more memories or I'll explode.
I slide into my emerald green kitchen and grab an Arizona out of the fridge, and jump on my couch, preparing to cry my eyes out to Howls Moving Castle.
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SORRY THIS ONE IS SHORT GUYS! THE NEXT CHAPTER IM PLANNING ON MAKING REALLY LONG BECAUSE ITS GONNA BE HER FLIGHT AND FIRST TIME IN LONDON.
LOVE YALL,
xT