TRACK SEVENTEEN: BUZZCUT SEASON
"are you two dating?" she suddenly asked, the question ripping right through his ears and handing on his hands which stopped plucking at the strings on his guitar. they were alone in the studio, sam and liam went to track down food and their manager had left to take a phone call. they stood in the middle of the sound room, the glass wall separating them from any prying ears. she leaned against her mic stand, pulling a strand of hair from her lips.
phil would have thought she looked beautiful a couple of months ago, but now, he had someone else on his mind.
"huh?" he scrunched his nose, letting his instrument hang around his shoulder by the strap. he stared down at his van's, toying with them against the tiled floors. he just wanted it to be 1:00 already so he could drive over to the skate park and see that brunet on his board. as much time as he spent with dan, he always seemed to be missing him the second they were apart. his watch told him it was only 12:02, he sighed.
"you and dan. you spend a lot of time together now. did that happen overnight?" she pressed. she didn't sound like her normal care-free self, she sounded like she knew something. and that scared phil a hell of a lot more than telling her himself.
"i guess," phil shrugged. "he's actually pretty cool." pluck, pluck, he went at the strings again.
"is he teaching you how to skate?" she nibbled on the end of her braid, pulling the hairs between her teeth. she was stressed.
"what is that supposed to mean, holly?" phil pressed as well. her eyes widened for a split second before she spits her hair out of her mouth, taking her hand off the stand.
"nothing." she shrugged.
phil went back to plucking.
a/n
sorry this is so shit i'm going through a depressive episode so at least i'm writing gang gang
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american idiot ; phan
Fanfictionor in which dan is an idiot who skates too much and listens to green day, while phil plays bass for a band and is in love with the arctic monkeys
