//phil//
its eleven p.m. now; a whole week since ive gone out at night. i walk downstairs and get in my car. i turn the radio on with the volume low. i drive out of the parking lot at my apartments and start driving through town. i park at the shopping center thats open 24 hours. i park near the back, put my backpack on, and lock my car. i put my keys in my pocket and start walking to an old abandoned building three blocks down. i go to the back entrance, climbing the fence, and jumping down.
"jay, someones here." i hear someone whisper.
"why the fuck did you bring me here,you know, if we get murdered tonight, its going to be your fault." someone else says.
"whos there?" i call out quietly.
"wait." the first person says.
i hear footsteps approaching me and i freeze. a light is shone in my eyes and i cover them.
"blue eyes, shit. you scared the fuck out of us." i hear curly boy say.
i move my hand away from my eyes and try to adjust my eyes to the light.
"i thought ive told you not to shine that light in my face." i say, "what do you mean us?"
"jacob. remember him?" he asks, another boy comes out.
i nod. hes the cashier from the corner store, i think.
"yeah. so what are you two doing here?"i ask.
"exploring. what are you doing here?" he asks.
"going to get high." i say.
"can i leave now?" curly boys friend asks.
"yeah. be careful." he says.
i walk off, taking a flashlight out of my backpack and jumping in through one of the windows that got broken in.
"blue eyes, can you wait for a minute?" curly boy asks.
i hear him climb through the window, falling on some glass when he does.
"are you okay?" i ask, aiming my flashing at him.
"yeah. fine." he says.
"so you got any history about this place?" i ask.
"it used to be a nursing home. like for old people. its not that haunted though. you still might not wanna get high here just incase." he says.
"thats why we go to the roof." i say.
"blue eyes, youre going to get in trouble." he says.
"so if i get caught, its not as bad as dying." i say.
"dumbass. ill go with you. just be careful. a lot of dumb people come here. like ritual type shit, drug dealers." he says.
"we're worrying about drug dealers here?" i scoff.
"whatever just go." he says.
we both walk upstairs to the third floor and then open a window, climbing out onto the fire escape. we climb onto the roof and sit down.
"what do you have?" he asks.
"weed." i say
"give me a blunt." he says.
i take off my backpack and reach into it fthethe bag of blunts ive rolled up already. i give him one and take one out for myself. i light them up and we start smoking.
"when did you start doing drugs?" he asks.
"i dont remember." i say.
"can we kiss?" he asks.
"why?"
"because i havent seen you in a long time." he says.
"youre cute." i smile, examining his face.
i softly kiss his lips and pull away.
"should we be doing this?" i ask.
"exploring haunted and abandoned shit?" he asks.
"no, dumbass. the casual sex and shit. we dont even know each other. i dont want to keep doing that. i mean, i do but not like this." i say.
"what do you mean?" he asks.
"i like you. i dont want to keep going on without knowing you and i dont know." i say.
"so you want to make this like, serious? i thought we agreed not to know too much about each other." he says.
"but that was before." i say.
"so what do you want to do?" he asks.
"whats your name?"
"dan." he says.
"phil." i say.
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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...
