addicted (phan)

Start of Something New

FIVE

The two boys awoke to pounding at their front door. Phil yawned, groggily checking the time. He yelped when he realized their flight would be leaving in an hour, running to open the front door with Cassidy and Miles waltzing in.

"You two were supposed to meet at my house so we could all get to the airport! We're gonna be late! What, did you guys fu-" then, as if on cue, Dan stumbled out of Phil's room, hair tangled and yawning.

Miles's jaw dropped. "Holy shit, I was kidding. I didn't think you guys actually. . . " he trailed off. Cassidy started squealing, the both of them making very suggestive assumptions.

"No no, it wasn't like that!" Dan's cheeks heated up.

"We didn't do anything!" Phil cut in, his face turning red as well.

"I'm sitting between you two on the flight now," Miles teased. "Now get ready, you can touch each other again once we land."

"Shut up," Dan and Phil groaned in unison, hiding their faces as they headed their separate ways to grab their bags and do a last minute check on their things. Once done, they headed out, taking Phil's car to the airport. The whole car ride, the rest of the group told stories as Phil drove, him listening and feeling a bit awkward for not getting any of their inside jokes.

Once they parked, they all got out with their things. "We're going on a tour! We're going on a tour!" Miles and Cassidy started chanting, dancing with each other. Once everybody had their stuff, they all began running inside. Just then, Phil slipped and fell, falling on his bum onto the rainy pavement.

The rest of them kept running, the flight leaving very soon. Phil quickly picked himself up, rushing to catch up. He passed up Dan, hearing him burst out laughing behind him. "Looks like you shit yourself! Did you fall back there, Philip?"

"It's Phil, fuck you!"

"Did you just swear? Seems we're already influencing you," Dan shot back, and Phil could hear the smirk in his voice. They finally got inside, the group pausing so Cassidy could figure out what gate to go to, before they all started running again.

The band eventually got to the gate, having nearly run over people with their suitcases or bodyslam others while jogging, and took a breath.

Calmly, Phil and the others strutted to the opening, apologizing to the attendant for being late. Dan handed Phil a jacket to tie around his waist so he could cover his not-actually-shit stain, and they picked their seats, luckily all of them getting seats near each other.

"We're supposed to meet Zach once we get there, but he's getting his own rides to all our shows," Miles explained.

"Oh right, I forgot he prefers private jets over tour buses ever since the last incident."  Cassidy chuckled. Phil pretended to be minding his own business, looking out the window, but that sentence had him curious.

"When we put our special pills in the Advil bottle? That was hilarious. Poor guy just had a headache, and instead of curing it, he was giggling for hours." Cassidy smiled. The plane then began to take off, Phil's eyes still wide as he digested the story. How many drugs did they do, and how intense did it get? "To Mexico we go!" Cass fist bumped, a few people automatically shushing her for shouting.

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all, Phil thought. He took a breath, pulling out his phone, plugged in his earphones and hit shuffle. He fell asleep to his music, the band's voices in the background.

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Phil awoke to vicious shaking, opening his eyes to see that the plane had just landed. He looked out the window, seeing palm trees and a clear blue sky. He was leaning on someone's shoulder, and he looked over to see it was Miles. "Morning! You're a deep sleeper. The engine exploded and we nearly crashed, all while you were snoring," he told him with a big smile.

Phil sat up, choking. "Wait, seriously?" They all started laughing, and Phil blushed, feeling silly for believing him.

"You really are gullible," Miles snickered. Phil spotted Dan and Cassidy, asleep and leaning against each other's heads. "You need to be more careful of what and who you listen to. Not everyone is going to tell you the truth, even if that's all you need to hear, alright Phil?"

Phil made eye contact with him, nodding, not really knowing how to respond. The pilot came over the intercom, instructing everybody to get off the plane. They all got off, Phil looking around in amazement.

"Have you ever been out of the country, Phil?" Cassidy asked, snaking her arm around him. He shook his head, gulping. He realized he hadn't said anything to Max, sending him a quick text before they all piled onto the tour bus waiting for them. It was already late by the time they landed, so once they got on the bus, everybody was already getting changed and ready for bed.

"There's two bunks, now Dan and Phil, which one of you will have the top and which one of you will be the bottom?"

Phil opened his mouth to actually answer, Dan eyeing him before he realized that Miles did not mean sleeping arrangements.

"I'll take top," Phil mumbled shyly, and Cassidy nudged Miles. They giggled like kids as Phil got into the top bunk and Dan got into the bottom.

Cassidy and Miles got into their own, Miles on top and Cassidy on the bottom. "Alright guys, make sure you get some sleep. Especially you, Phil!"

"Alright, mom," Phil joked. The rest of them laughed, and Phil applauded himself for actually being comedic and amusing the others.

"This tour will be our best one yet, I know it," Miles yawned.

"You say that every year!" Dan shot back.

"And I'm right every year. It just keeps getting better and better. Now shut up and go to sleep."

Everybody murmured their goodnights, closing their curtains in front of their beds and snuggling into their sheets. As Phil was half asleep, he heard Dan murmur something up to him.

"You'll do great tomorrow, Philip. I believe in you."

Phil didn't get much sleep that night.