Misfit (Phan AU)

Chapter Forty-Eight

A/N: Hey here's a big ol' smut warning, build-up is slow so you'll know when it's starting and then you can start reading again where there's a paragraph that starts with a bold letter to mark the end.

*Phil's POV*

"I can't believe we're going to a drive-in movie, that's the cheesiest shit." Chris giggled, sounding utterly content as he leaned across the center-console to snuggle closer to Pj. This wasn't the first time he'd done this in the past twenty minutes we'd been driving, but it was the first time Pj hadn't hesitated to shove him away, muttering angrily about needing to concentrate on the road.

Chris wasn't bothered in the slightest, merely turned back to his window to watch the small-town houses whirring by outside. "What is this? A live-action remake of Grease? Pfft."

"Chris, you're drunk, shut-up." Pj sighed, though he sounded fond more-so than exasperated. When Chris not-so-sneakily reached over and grabbed one of his hands to hold, Pj didn't complain about having to steer with just the one hand. He willingly laced his fingers through Chris's, chuckling quietly.

"Am not." Chris argued petulantly, leaning forward and beginning to root through the dash of the car with his free hand. He was a bubbly drunk, but an excitable one that was constantly distracted. He'd already started and trailed off saying things so many times it was hardly worth trying to listen to what he was saying.

He sat back suddenly, turning to look back into the backseat. He glanced between Dan and I, a wry little grin working its way across his lips. "You guys having fun back there? Enjoying the festivities?"

"Yes, Chris." Dan grumbled, shoving his face further into my neck in an attempt to drown out the conversation altogether. The walk around the beach had tired him out, seemingly. He'd spent the duration of the drive so far half-asleep and half on top of me, not that I was complaining. I reveled in the closeness, distracting myself from my own anxieties by counting the eyelashes resting heavy against his face.

"Good, good." Chris hummed, holding up his findings from the dash. A few minutes passed in silence again and Dan seemed happy about that, sighing contently as he collapsed his weight heavier against me under the ruse of snuggling in closer. It wasn't long before the car ahead of us slowed to nearly a stop, turning signal flashing on. "Where are they going?"

"Stopping at this corner store, I guess." Pj commented, watching as Tyler and Troye did just that. They parked out front of the store, not hesitating to jump out and start waving us in. Pj cleared his throat, following after them. "We don't know where we're going unless we follow them, so we're stopping here too."

"Great, I need like ten vachon cakes." Chris grinned, pumping his fist into the air. Everyone chose to ignore the outburst, instead focusing on the store we'd just pulled up next to. Even Dan stirred against me, slowly lifting his head and letting out a loud disinterested yawn. He followed after me as I got out of the car, never far from my side.

"Sorry, quick detour before we head to head to the movie." Troye explained, greeting us in the doorway of the building. He jerked his thumb toward the store behind him, grinning widely. "This is where Tyler and I used to work."

"Yeah, we got so much work done when we were together." Tyler muttered as he shuffled past, earning himself an elbow to the ribs. "Ow!"

"So if there are any snacks you guys want for the movie or anything, here's the place to get them!" Troye explained, grabbing onto Tyler's sleeve and yanking him into the shop before he could say anything more. Chris smirked, rushing to follow after them. He'd just disappeared through the doors when Pj turned away from us, eyes widening with recognition.