confined ;; phan

chapt. five

PLAYLIST
knee socks by the arctic monkeys
don't hurt yourself by beyoncè
sucker for pain by imagine dragons
say my name by peking duk

the moon.

dan hums as he puffs on an electric cigarette, blowing the artificial smoke out into the common room. he rests his head on his hand, cigar dangling between his fingers. he watches criminals rush around, eating food, laughing, playing cards. elon sits next to him for a bit, tries to make conversation but dan isn't interested. it's one of those days. one of the days where he feels trapped, the walls are closing in and he's bored to tears.

the loud, heavy door on the other side of the common room swings open. it hits the wall and a corrections officer pokes his head in.

"this way, boys."

the entire room lifts their heads. they smell fear and the sickening stench of innocence. even dan can't help but stare as a herd of clean cut criminals file through the door with packs on their shoulders.

"do i smell fresh meat?" elon grins maniacally, draping his arm over dans shoulder. dan looks up at him with a smirk, standing and stalking closer towards the door. himself and elon tangle themselves together like the popular power couple that make out in the high school hallways. two of the most attractive people in prison fucking? can't get any more powerful than that.

they look like models, with their heads held high and soft pouts on their lips. they are models and the new prisoners are threatened- dan can see it in their eyes.

dan inspects the group- all fresh twinks. wannabe criminals. dan winks at a blonde boy who was staring. he cowers in shame and quickly runs to a bunk. elon laughs loudly and dan grins.

dan turns back to the group of prisoners. they walk past him, trying not to stare or make themselves worthy of being taken notice of. except for one- and dan doesn't notice him until he's less than three meters away and staring right at him.

for a moment, dan thinks he's going to pass out. he physically feels the blood draining from his face and seeping down his neck. dan tries desperately to salvage the remnants of his intimidating façade, but it's too late. he's seen the cracks and is already walking straight up to him.

"no fucking way," dan breathes, pushing himself away from elon to get a better look at the sunken cheeks and hollow eyes he fell in love with.

phil lester smiles at him with a sickening bare-toothed grin. "long time no see, sweet cheeks."

a/n
i kind of picture elon as brendon urie after doing crack for seven years ya feel