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Car radio

Phan songfic

Dan looked out at the open road, bathed in the cool glow of the moon as he drove through the night. He had always loved driving, but not anymore. Someone had stolen the radio and now he sat in silence, his dark thoughts fighting to break through the wall that he had tried to build. The silence was violent on his fragile mind. He ran his hand through his hair in frustration. What had he been thinking?

"Dan, mate how are you?" A loud happy voice said on the other end of the line. Dan groaned, looking over at the person lying in his bed peacefully.
"Hey Joe, what's up." Dan stood up and walked into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him.
"We're gonna meet later tonight and get the money, you coming with?" Dan looked at himself in the mirror, his face pale with large bags under his brown eyes, his hair curly with sweat and his bare chest still a bit moist.
"When?" He leant against the sink.
"In an hour at Caspar's place." Dan nodded.
"Yeah I'll be there. Do I have to take it with me?" There was a short pause and he heard a door close on the phone.
"Yeah bring it, and some backup too just in case." Dan nodded.
"Kay, see you." He hung up. Opening the door he walked back into his room, turning the light on.
"Get up." He said coldly. Tyler nodded with a smirk, standing up and grabbing his clothes off the floor after he put his boxers on.
"Call me whenever you want." Tyler purred and Dan nodded absentmindedly, crouching down and reaching under his bed when Tyler had left. He grabbed hold of the suitcase and pulled it out from under the bed, lifting it up and placing it on top of his desk. He got dresses in all black per usual, placing a black beanie on top of his wild curls. He had to shower when he got back anyway. He took his backpack off the floor and opened the suitcase, getting out two daggers and a handgun. He put the knives in each one of his back pockets and put the gun into his backpack, along with an iron pipe that he always kept in there. Then he opened the window and stepped out onto the fire escape. He stopped for a minute, looking out into the dark streets of the town he lived in. It wasn't big at all, but it wasn't so small either. About two hundred thousand residents. Big enough to have drug dealers all over, murderers, whores and obviously, cold blooded assassins. Otherwise known as Joe Sugg, Caspar Lee, Marcus Butler, Oli White, Jack Howard, Dean Dobbs, and Dan Howell. The leader of the seven was Joe, though none of them decided it, it sort of just happened and no one wanted to change it. Joe was pretty good at getting them jobs and such, and his sister Zoe helped them sometimes. They had a few people that weren't a part of their small group but helped sometimes with covers, alibis, cornering their victims and just helping in general. Like Tyler for example, Tyler Oakley. He had hired them to kill someone a couple times, he had hired them to seduce the girl his boyfriend had been cheating on him with to break their hearts, and he was sort of Dan's fuck buddy. Dan started the climb down the metal steps, careful not to make too much noise. He jumped down to the ground and looked around. He was alone, good. He started the short walk to Caspar's house. He lived close to Dan, just in the next street which was nice since they usually met there. He walked through the quiet street, looking straight forward the whole time. He hated the dark, it was scary as shit. It was strange though, he didn't really have anything to fear. If anyone did attack him he was ready, but there was just something about not knowing what was out there. They were all waiting outside when Dan got to Caspar's house, chatting and laughing.
"Dan!" Joe greeted in his loud voice. Dan forced a smile at him.
"Let's go then, now that we're all here." The guys nodded and they filed into the two cars they had, Joe's and Jack's cars, Dan going with Jack and Dean and the others going with Joe. They were going to the woods to collect the money the got for their last job. Dan was lying in the back seat, his eyes closed and his head resting on the glass. Jack and Dean were chatting excitedly about some new show they were watching.
"How long till we get there?" Dan mumbled.
"About twenty minutes. I'll wake you up when we get there." Jack answered and Dan nodded, mumbling a thanks and got his earphones and phone, pressing shuffle and smiling when Little game came on. He closed his eyes again, slowly falling into unconsciousness.