Bad Boys Like Good Boys Too[ Pastel Dan And Punk Phil ] *phan*

Last Friday Night #7

Idfk idk any hangover songs so.... katy perry?

"My god," Dan moaned as he turned over.

"Ow!" Phil screeched as they heard a thud and a nekkid Phil on the floor.

"Oh my goodness!" Phil yelped as he surveyed the floor for something to cover him up.

"Dafuq happened?" Phil asked looking up at Dan, who was laying on the couch; nekkid as well.

"I don't know," Dan replied, scanning the room at the quad of people.

4 ppl if u didn't know.

"My head kinda hurts though," Dan grunted as he rubbed his head. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

"Well, PJ and Chris are 'dead' on the floor and Troye is sleeping next to a pair of pink laced, Exclusive, Victoria's Secret panties, wonder who those are?" Phil teased.

"Mine bitch, and don't take them they were expensive," Dan snapped jokingly, ending with a giggle.

"Well... Imma be taking these Troye," Dan got up and grabbed his panties and slipped them on.

He giggled.

He looked over at Chris and PJ.

PJ had had his shirt risen up to his chest, his lips were red and plump, and his pants were unbuckled.
Chris was pantless, his lip gloss was smeared, his hair was messy af, his shirt was off and the back of his hand was still on PJ's stomach.

Dan 'tsked' them and went back to getting dressed.

Phil just lay there, a giggling mess on the floor.
"What?" Dan asked.

"Everyone fell asleep," Phil made out through his own giggles.

"Yeah, can't wait for the vomit train," Dan smiled as he grabbed some jeans off the floor.

"Yea... what did we even do last night? All I remember is just chilling in the back with---" Phil sighed then giggled.
"We smoked marijuana," He shook his head cheekily.

"Oh yeah.... that was awesome. So relaxing."
"Dan..." Phil started but stopped instantly, assuming he was going to start an awkward fight; they are both nekkid so...

"Better than cigarettes," Dan stated, " hey Phil... hate to ask you but..." Dan trailed off.

"What?" Phil asked as he pulled his pants up and sat next to Dan comforting.

"Uh... I....erm, I need something," Dan started unsuringly.

"Just ask," Phil said, starting to rub his back.
"I need cigarettes," Dan asked a little too quickly but the words were slow in Phil's ears.

"Did I hear you right?" Phil didn't know what to say.
He was angry at Dan, for getting addicted but he was angry at someone else too; himself

"Yes... I tried not to get... addicted but... I don't know, basically I need one right now, is what I'm asking you," Dan sounded angry, but more angry at himself rather than Phil.

"I can can give you one, better not start something," Phil warned him and hesitantly pulled one out of his jeans' pockets.

Dan took it eagerly and stuck it in his mouth.
"Lighter please?" Dan asked, sounding more manly and needy.

Phil gave it to him and Dan puffed.
Phil felt like crying. He prayed that he didn't get his boyfriend addicted to the hell that is cigarettes.

It was evil. It was basically a legal drug, that you could get over a counter at your convenient store. They were addictive, expensive, and deadly. Overdose on a cigarette and they just call it 'lung diesease' or 'cancer', incurable diseases. They were truly bullies.