american idiot ; phan

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TRACK THIRTEEN: LET IT GO

"did you do it?" phil breathed out from the other end of the phone. dan rolled from his right side and onto his back, his bed has started to become uncomfortable from not leaving it for multiple hours that day after he woke up.

"yeah," his voice was shaky and unsure of himself. but he was sure of one thing: he had broken up with holiday.

"what did she say?" a rustle came from the other end, followed by a soft grunt as phil probably positioned himself.

"she asked why, and i told her. then she said she was proud of me and stuff. she kissed me one more time, but when she pulled away her eyes were watery."

"relationships are hard, that's why i never get in them."

"you've never been in a relationship?"

"nope. still a relationship virgin."

then suddenly dan wanted to ask if he was a virgin, but he decided against it. curse a wandering mind.

"you promised me ice cream. i'm sad, ice cream hasn't magically appeared in front of me."

"alright, i'll get a tub and you find a movie. i'll be at your house in an hour."

"sounds fun. do you watch studio ghibli?"

"oh my god, yes. i've seen every one of their movies."

"can we please watch spirited away? i really need to see that hottie, no face."

"done deal. he's a babe."

"oh my goodness. get here already!" 

"on it!"

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dan was laid on his stomach, a bowl of cookie dough ice cream was nearly gone as he looked up at the screen at the end of his bed. his neck was in a crick but he didn't care, he was too invested in trying to distract himself from the pit in his stomach.

phil leaned over and dropped his bowl onto the brunet's nightstand, shuffling around until he was laid on his stomach next to his new friend. dan glanced over at him, tracing his profile and thinking about how nice it would be to paint his eyes. three different colors swirled around his iris's, creating a symphony of chinese waves crashing over and over.

 "stop staring at me like some type of homo," phil chuckled, tossing a pillow and hitting the boy on the head with it.

"at least i can make up my mind about one gender, can't you just be straight?" dan teased back, setting his bowl on the ground so it wouldn't spill all over his duvet. he sat up and grabbed the pillow phil had just thrown and wacked! the older boy right across the head with it, ruffling his hair.

"you're gonna pay." he growled, grabbing dan's body pillow and wacking him repeatedly on the side as he fell over. he curled into a ball like those rollie pollies would do when you touched them in the playground during elementary. when phil was done he launched himself at the boy, knocking him onto the bed, his head inches away from the edge of daniel's laptop. they both looked in horror at what could have happened, their hair all over the place and hands in very suspicious places. 

dan's hands had been resting on phil's chest, the older boys were grabbing onto dan's hips for what felt like dear life. he released them and let them fall to his sides. dan still didn't move.

"does this mean i win?" dan chuckled, cocking his head to the side and smiling down at his friend.

"absolutely, not." phil knitted his eyebrows together in mock confusion, shoving the boy off of him and wrestling onto his waist and straddling his legs together, pinning his wrists above his head with ease: the boy fell pliant and phil had to force back a smirk. "i win."

"i didn't say uncle," dan shook his head profusely, bambi hair falling onto his face and covering his constellation freckles.

"you say a lot of things." 

"what is that supposed to mean!?" he yipped, trying to blow hair out of his face.

phil let go of one of his wrists and tucked the brunet's hair back, then letting go of his other wrist but the boy never moved his hands. they stared at each other for a moment before phil rolled off and fell onto his back, looking back over at the brunet who was staring up at his ceiling.

"you have pretty eyes," phil murmured, cheeks flushing pink when he released what he had just said out loud.

"i think you're pretty." dan whispered back, rolling onto his side so he could face phil.

phil tucked a strand of daniel's hair behind his ear, watching as the blood rushed to the boy's cheeks.

"do you want to stay the night? i think my mom's gonna be gone late and i don't wanna be alone."

"yeah," phil smiled, dropping his hand once again.

"cool."

"cool."

a/n

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