american idiot ; phan

6

TRACK SIX: NO BUSES

phil's blood was boiling, his heart was sunken deeper than the titanic. on his phone was holiday's newest instagram post, @daniel howell took me on a date and taught me how to s8. after the show that little brown haired kid came up and told everyone they did a good job, phil had already become annoyed with the kids presence before, he just showed up and injected himself into their lives and now he had to be there, for holiday. the holiday always texted phil good morning and goodnight no matter if they were talking or not, the holiday that walked all the way across town with homemade soup when phil was sick and sam had the van, the holiday that told phil she didn't like to date. his holiday. not some skinny kid who barely knew them.

he paced his bedroom, throwing his phone down on his bed and running a hand through his hair. why did holiday hold his hand then go on a date with some kid? he kept telling himself that holding her hand meant nothing, it was simply a gesture of friendship because she knew how nervous he was before the show. but every time he dismissed it, another part of his brain brought up something different that he had a harder time dismissing. he wondered what happened after he said no to going out to eat with them, sam and liam had went. they had to know what happened. he made a group chat without holly, something he had never done before and texted the two of them.

lester; what happened at dinner after the show?

lester; who's this daniel kid?

after a minute no one responded, so he decided to set his phone down and open a window, let the nice summer breeze in. he glanced over at his guitar, he really wanted to play but his mother would kill him before letting him look up his instrument to the amplifier. that's why they practiced at liam's house, because his parents were also in a garage band in their teen years and had no problem listening to their covers of old music. they would often come out and request songs, mostly the smashing pumpkins or nirvana. music that phil hadn't gotten into but didn't mind the sound of, as long as he knew the cords is all that mattered, he didn't need to know the lyrics. the familiar bing of a notification snapped him out of his thoughts, he scrambled for purchase on the metal, unlocking his phone and finding a message from liam, sam was typing.

liliam; he and holly seem to get along a lot. after we went out to eat holly didn't wanna go back, so we took the van and crashed at my house.

sam_i_amnot; i left my charger at home:(

liliam; fuck your charger, sam. 

sam_i_amnot; meanies:(

liliam; omg just use mine

sam_i_amnot; oh yeah. can you bring it to me? i'm in le bathroom

lester; anything else, liam?

liliam; gross, sam.

lilam; oh and i think they kissed, idunno, he took her skating:/

lester; are we practicing today?

sam_i_amnot; up to holly, we can't practice w/o a singer

lilam; thank you for pointing out the obvious

sam_i_amnot; anything for you babe <333##33

liliam; stfu

liliam; luv u 2 

phil groaned in annoyance, grabbing his shoes from his closet and dashing for the front door. he needed to get out of the house before he blew himself to pieces. he pushed his earbuds into place, lover is a day started playing but he skipped it. he couldn't handle love songs. but then he quickly realized that every song on his playlist was a love song so he closed spotify and decided to listen to the world around him. he didn't like it as much as the arctic monkeys but his heart was too broken to listen to them. he never thought that he could be heartbroken, he had never even fallen for anyone. no girl ever wanted to be around his harsh attitude- but holiday stayed, for some reason, she took a liking to it. 

you know i like you, lester.

why?

i like the way you are. straight to business. no fluff in the middle.

fluff?

yeah, like all that extra shit. you never make excuses, cut right to the crap. i need that in my life.

they had met at a rehab facility, holly was picking up her brother and phil had a summer job there. this was back when phil barley spoke to anyone, so when holiday came in and struck up a conversation and got phil to speak, all of his co-workers were amazed. they talked about how holiday and sam were in a band but they had to take a hiatus because their bass guitarist just quit and sam was- obviously- in rehab. the next week phil quit and bought a new bass guitar and met liam along with sam. they were after the apocalypse ever since. 

he hadn't realized it, but as he walked down the sidewalk, the sun on his back and shade in his eyes, he was humming along to the arctic monkeys, no buses. "oh she thinks she's the one, but shes just one in twenty-four."

a/n

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