Downfall Of Amplification -Phan-

"keep all your dreams"

The album drop party is today.  Our single, Golden Love releases at midnight tonight.  Phil is fixing his sleeve, sat on my bed.  I walk up to him and push his tie up so that it fits straight.  My hands graze his neck and it's so warm.  He's so warm and friendly and youthful.  He truly is golden.  Every word in that song is pulled from him, he inspired me to write music.  He looks up and his eyes are shining.  He's so excited.  A real Hollywood-type party, big people will be there.  Real hot people too.  I'm used to it and I realize how numb I've become to this life.  It's nice to see him as excited as I used to be. 

"What?"  Phil asks and only then do I realize I was staring at him.  The fondness in my eyes must be leaking down my cheeks.  

"We're going to the party together."  I smile, "By the way, this means we're dating now." 

"Oh really?"  Phil raises and eyebrow and puts his hands on my waist.  He seems hesitant and it takes me a moment to get used to the touch.  We're not used to being together like this.  I'm technically still his boss, he works under my record company.  But together we are a band, we decided the Adventure's sounded too tacky. So the single drop tonight will be released under the name Downfall of Amplification.  Phil came up with it.  He said it sounded nice and I agreed. 

Phil squeezes my thighs making me blush slightly, "Yeah when I introduce you to all those fancy record people and musicians I'm going to say, 'this is Phil Lester, my boyfriend, and bandmate.'" 

"You're such a big fancy star, huh?"  Phil smiles, showing his teeth, making his cheeks squish his eyes.  He doesn't seem jealous of my fame, in fact, he seems more proud.  Like my success makes him happy.  Jealous partners are something I am far too used too.  And the sad thing is that I just don't give a fuck.  I've always done the music for myself, I never intended to gain this much fame.  I wrote Golden Love because of Phil, my first album was written in high school when only my bedroom walls were my audience.  It's much easier to stay grounded when you truly enjoy what you do for only yourself. 

"Oh aren't I?"  I smile back, "And soon that'll be you.  I'm sure there's going to be so many girls, and boys, going crazy over you."  He is so attractive I'm positive there will be a large fanbase primarily dedicated to him.

"You'll just have to show me how to do it all."  Phil rubs his hands against my sides, "I mean since you're like the sex symbol of our generation. 

I laugh and shake my head, it feels weird with my hair shorter now.  Mike insisted I got it cut, the sides are pretty much shaven with the top long.  My older fringe is a bit more prominent now.  Phil said he liked it, so I do too, "Alright, enough flattery, tonight I'll be drowning in compliments, save me the breath.  Everyone becomes your biggest fan when you're promising revenue."  I shrug, "Isn't that why you like me?  A quick buck."  Phil pushes his lips up in a pout making me laugh, I tilt my head back. 

"Fuck off!"  His hands slide to my back and he pulls me onto the bed.  

I half laugh half yelp as we fall into the bed together.  I land on his chest so that I am able to take in his smell.  How can I love the smell of someone so much?  Does that make me crazy?  I don't particularly care.  

My hand finds his heartbeat and a part of my chest expands.  He's laying across from me, our arms and legs are tangled in a jumbled mess.  His hair falls atop of his head so that it's pushed back, I run my hand through it.  It's thick and slightly wet from the shower he had just taken.  I drag my hand down so that I can feel his freshly shaven face.  His one hand is still wrapped between my thighs while the other is on my back, pulling me closer.  

"I don't even care if all you want is my money."  I smile as he rolls his eyes, "You're so beautiful it'd be worth it." 

He closes his eyes and breathes in, like he's taking in the moment.  I try to too.  All I can focus on is the way I can see veins under his pale skin and the way his nose curves outwards.  His breath mixes with mine and crawls under the collar of my shirt.