dan and phil // one shots

boys boys girls // oneshot 2

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"Phil where's my Brendon Urie shirt?" Dan yelled to the room next to his.

Then Phil came walking in with the same shirt.

"Oops, sorry Dan. Finders keepers, losers weepers," Phil's pun left himself smirking at Dan as he laid on his bed and frowned.

"The concert is in 2 hours and I have nothing to where. Not a single piece of merchandise." Dan complained, even though he clearly had a panic! at the disco pin, pinned on his shirt, which was a white black pattern, over laying the black jeans.

"Dan it's going to be way to hot to wear jeans," Phil explained, then went on "where's the other panic shirt you got for Christmas the other year?"

"I don't know," Dan continued frowning, but sitting up to face Phil, who was ruggedly leaning against the door frame.

Phil walked over Dan's mess of a closet, clothing spilling everywhere- a sign that Dan has searched for the shirt.

Phil spent under a minute scrounging through the piles and pulled out the panic shirt.

"Have you really looked, Dan?" Phil grinned at him, Dan now instead of frowning, had a face of excitement and surprise.
"Thanks," Dan genuinely meant it.
Phil turned a little pink and he passed it to him, fingers brushing- which made him turn more pink. Dan replaced his shirt and quickly found a pair black jeans- this time much more comfortable, and not as heat trapping.

"Do I look okay?" Dan awkwardly and shyly asked Phil.
Phil blushed, "yes of coarse"

The door bell suddenly rang, cutting through the silence.

"I'll get it," Phil said, and ran to the door. They've been anticipating Tyler Oakley's arrival, he was coming too.

Tyler came in full fledged merch. Sweatpants, shirt, pins, even a hat. Phil reminded him that he would probably lose the hat in all the chaos of a concert but Tyler waved it off- impatient and excited.

Dan came out of his room, grabbing tickets and his phone.

"Anyone forgetting anything?"
Tyler asked.

Dan and Phil responded with a no in unison, and the trio left in a taxi heading for the concert traffic.

Thankfully, they were early. Not too early, or they would have to wait too long, but early enough to avoid major traffic jams.

*at the concert*

Brendon Urie was majestically singing girls/girls/boys, breathlessly singing

"I don't ever wanna be your boyfriend,
and I, think you're better off alone.
but if you change your mind you know where to find me.
If you change your mind you know where I am,"

His voice and music blasted through quality speakers, everyone's hearts thumping to the beat.

Tyler was singing, with another guy. Off-tune, of coarse, but neither men cared as much.

"nEVER DID I THINK THAT I,
wOULD BE CAUGHT IN THE WAY YOU GOT ME!"

Dan and Phil, were also singing along, Dan who was trying to take an aesthetic photo of Brendon, Phil who was trying to help Dan but more of a measly attempt to aid.

Dan suddenly turned to Phil when the chorus started, he sang quietly that only Phil could hear.

"Boys love boys and girls"

Phil smiled back.

"sophisticated, manipulated"

Dan smiles too.

"boys love boys not girls."

both males smiled and blushes and sang breathlessly at the same time.

"sophisticated,"

they moved a little closer

"manipulated,"

no one could see what happened next, for the lights were dimmed as Brendon went on.

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//the note at the end; aye actual phan love connection am I right guys
btw if you haven't heard girls/girls/boys you're a raving lunatic go listen to it
I wanna go to a panic concert so bad someone please take me ;3
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