//phil//
its eight p.m. by now and i walk outside and walk three, yes, three miles to a haunted building a friend told me about. it will probably take me an hour to walk all the way over there. i make sure to bring my phone and a flashlight, in case one or the other dies out, i have extra. i start walking and by the time its nine, im two feet away and exhausted. i force myself to walk inside of the wall at least to that im not questioned by anyone. i sit down and rest to gain energy before i walk inside. i see a light come from the same way i entered and kept still, trying to make out the tall dark figure.
"blue eyes, why are you hiding?" curly boy asks.
i un-tense my shoulders and sigh.
"are you like a stalker or something?" i ask.
"im not that bad of a person. how am i a stalker when just last night you went to the pool where i was at?" he asks.
"touche." i say.
"i brought spray cans." he says, taking his backpack off and tossing a can at me.
"nice." i smile.
i turn on my flashlight and walk to the back of the building, between it and a wall. he follows close behind and places his flashlight on the wall to that it provides us with light. we start spray painting on the wall of the building.
"you got any beer?" i ask.
"i thought you didnt want to drink around me cause youd open up." he says.
"not exatly. give me a beer, curly boy." i say.
he reaches into his backpack again and grabs too cans, one for himself and one for me.
"thank you." i say, opening the can and drinking some of it.
after they used up nearly the whole two cans of spray paint they had, they sit down on the ground and drink their beer.
"it- its probably not a good idea to mix spray paint and beer." curly boy laughs.
"you only live once so fuck it." i laugh
he giggles and hiccups.
he stumbles up and grabs the spray can, using whatever was left inside to write cute blue eyes. i laugh as he throws the can and remembers to grab the flashlight from the wall.
"did you make it to your home last night?" he asks with a drunken smile.
"im wearing a different change of clothes so i would hope so." i giggle.
"why is it whenever we- we are doing something alone we always end up- not together but- together at night?" he asks.
"one of us is- is a stalker" i laugh, "thats why."
"its probably you." he giggles.
"i assure you its not me." i say, the high from the spray paint starting to wear off.
"lets go walk around in there." curly boy says.
"be careful drunky." i say when he stumbles to his feet.
"im not drunk, my feet are asleep and i have a slight high." he says.
"and very good- fuck, whats it called- literacy." i say as i stumble to my own feet.
"for the record, it takes five beers to make me drunk." he says.
"ah, youre no lightweight, youre insane." i laugh.
"what? how many beers does it take to make you drunk?" he asks.
"three." i say.
he nods and we both walk in through a broken window since all the doors were locked. the instant smell of animal carcasses immediately becomes known and we both gag.
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bad boys // phan
Fanfiction"what are you doing here?" -"i could ask you the same thing." in which dan and phil live in two different towns and have never seen each other apart from when they go out at night to cause as much trouble as they can. they always end up in the same...
