Fuckboy (phan)

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{The story occasionally alternates but will usually stick to Dan}

I sat in the passenger of my mums favourite car in my oversized adidas jacket. We pulled up to the small modern house, it looked like it was home to a family. It also wasn't a mansion like my house that was always fancy.

"Bye mum, I love you." I said frailly, she turned to me and kissed my forehead.

"I love you too, Daniel." I got out of the LaFerrari with my Nike backpack and walked up to the front door. I did a polite knock and a girl that I recognised as Michelle Lester, better known as Mickey opened the door. Her face scrunched up in disgust.

"Ew, aren't you a rich boy in your joggers and adidas jacket. Phil's the first room to the left upstairs don't bother me and my friends." She turned and walked away, I entered the house and I turned to my right to see Phil running around. He looked up and a smile illuminated his face.

"Hey Howell! I was just trying to find the air mattress, Mickey what'd you do with it?" Phil called.

"I'm using it!! You can share for once in your life!" Mickey called, Phil rolled his eyes then a kid around fourteen poked their head in.

"Philly? I can't find my DS, can you help me?" They had short cut hair and it was dyed pastel pink. You couldn't tell what gender they were.

"I need to set up stuff for our guest, love. But you can ask Daniel to help find it." Phil ran up the stairs next to the lounge. The kid flashed me a million dollars smile.

"Hi I'm Georgie! Nice to meet you Daniel." I nodded politely and Georgie had something else to say, "Just so you know my pronouns are ze or they."

"Oh okay, that's a really cool pronoun." Ze blushed and looked at the floor. I heard a muttered 'thank you'.

"Anyway, let's go look for your DS." After a couple minutes I found Georgie's DS and gave it to zir.

"Daniel, did you find it?" I turned to see Phil standing in the doorway.

"Yeah he did! This ones a keeper, Philly!" A bright blush illuminated my face. Phil came over and ruffled Georgie's hair.

"Georgie, we aren't dating. Now go upstairs and go on your wii, and try not to wake mum up." Georgie nodded and left the room, it was only me and Phil in the lounge.

"I got crisps and chips, do you want honey mustard and salsa?" I shrugged and tugged the sleeve off my jacket. He led me to the kitchen and went to grab the dips. I yawned quietly and put my hands on top of my head. My head had slightly pounded, I leaned against the counter and squeezed my eyes shut. When I opened them I saw Phil looking at me with concern, but yet it wasn't concern. I wasn't sure what to think of it.

"You alright? You can lay on my bed if you want, I'll sleep on the floor." he offered kindly. But me feeling guilty, I offered to just share the bed since it was cold today and I was feeling generous. Besides I had a good fuck last night and I'm not sure who to hit up next.

"Sure! Hey have you heard of the band twenty one pilots?" I tilted my head, I wasn't exactly too sure.

"The band that sings stressed out?" I nodded immediately, that was a good band. It was different from my usual Azealia Banks and Drake.