//phil//
its nearly five p.m. ive already walked a mile nearing birmingham. the 1975 is playing at a venue and its a pretty big one but not a stadium size, a club size. sneaking in will be fairly easy. im going to stand in line, leave when they check for tickets, write an x on my hand, then walk in as if theyve already checked me. easy. except the two mile walk over there, its going to be six by the time im near there, perfect time but not looking forward to the exercise. theres a bus stop here, i have maybe forty or fifty dollars saved. the next bus comes in thirty minutes. faster, less walking. id rather wait for the bus, but then id already be there. two miles on a bus is three or four minutes, plus the thirty minute wait, five minutes waiting for any late passengers, thats thirty nine minutes. if i walk the rest of the way, ill get there thirty minutes minimum. walk, thats better. no interacting with people or the smell of old puke. i huff and keep walking. i turn a corner and bump into someone.
"shit- sorry mate." i say.
"blue eyes! nice thing to say considering last night."
"oh its you." i smile at curly boy.
"what are you doing here?" he asks.
"concert. the 1975 is playing." i say.
"hm. have fun." he smirks.
"do you want to come along?" i ask.
"afraid i cant. got property to deface, abandoned shit to break in to. tag along later if you can yeah? east of the pool." curly boy says.
and he walks away. east of the pool is the forest. that should be very fun. but concert for now. its already six p.m. people are still in line, i sneak into the line and walk off just as soon as the people working there start stamping your hand. i take out my marker and put an x across my hand then walk back in line when people start walking in. nobodys noticed. three bands play. then the 1975 come on stage. everyones drunk or getting drunk right now but the band is playing marvelously. then its over. people clear out, more people stay back and chant for one last song. i walk out, heading towards the pool but walk ahead when i reach it, east just as curly boy had said. just ten minutes away. i see a flashlight coming from inside through a broken window. i climb in through it and let my eyes adjust to the darkness.
"is- hello? is anyone in here?" i call out quietly.
"mate, someones calling-"
"be quiet, chris."
i take out my phone and turn on my flashlight and shine it in the direction of the other light. that same light shines in my face.
"ow! curly, whatve i told you about shining that damn thing in my face!" i whisper and close my eyes.
"shit its just you." curly boy sighs, "sorry blue eyes."
"d-"
"shut the fuck up chris." curly boy says with a smile, "dont say my name, rule must be followed."
"okay mate, sorry- whos this fucker?" the boy- chris asks.
"this fucker is his friend." i say and point to curly boy.
"friend?" he questions and looks quizzically at curly boy and i.
curly boy nods.
"how was your concert?" curly boy asks.
"enough chat, lets go look at this shit." chris says.
"good." i say and walk along with them.
"ignore his smartass remarks." curly boy says.
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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...
