💿idle town-conan gray
💿robbers-the 1975
💿getaway car-taylor swift
💿far too young to die-panic! at the disco
💿sex-the 1975
💿red-taylor swift
💿are we the waiting-green day
💿cut my lip-twenty one pilots
💿grand theft autumn/where is your boy-fall out boy
💿hellboy-swmrs
💿suburbia-troye sivan
💿let's kill tonight-panic! at the disco
💿teenagers-my chemical romance
💿rock bottom-modern baseball
💿strawberries and cigarettes-troye sivan
💿just like heaven-the cure
🌙🌙🌙
1987
dan stared down at his sour-smelling coffee, his legs plastered to the vinyl diner booth seat. it was too late to be drinking coffee, anyone else would have told him. but dan wasn't looking to fall asleep tonight.
he looked at the boy across him, sitting on the other side of the table and smiled. the boy had jet black hair, with streaked blue in the front of his messy fringe. a leather jacket on his shoulders, snakebites in his lips, gauges and piercings upon piercings in his ears. high, laced leather boots on his feet, the tightest skinny jeans he could find on his legs, their rips showing off his milky pale skin.
the boy looked away from where he was staring at the records on the walls, and looked at dan. he grinned his wicked, mischievous grin, flicking his tongue over his snakebites. dan grinned back.
"so what's our plan for tonight, danny boy?" the black-haired beauty asked.
"dunno, philly, what were you thinking?" dan responded, eyes wandering to phil's snakebites and thinking about the way they feel on his skin.
"we could...ditch this place. and...i've got new spray paint," he supplied, picking up his coffee mug and drinking, looking at dan with raised eyebrows over the top.
dan let out a raspy laugh, digging in his pocket for a few dollars. "you're ridiculous," he chuckled, looking around the diner. "we're the last ones here..." he though aloud. pulling out three dollars and a quarter, he walked to the counter to pay for his and phil's coffees and slipped the quarter into the jukebox in the corner of the dingy restaurant.
phil looked at him from the booth with a look of amused questioning. dan clomped over in his heavy boots, running a hand through his red fringe, sliding his tongue piercing over his top lip.
"dance with me, dear?" he asked phil, extending his hand to the older boy. phil took it with a small chuckle, standing up and letting his hands rest on dan's hips.
"you're ridiculous," phil teased, mocking dan from a few moments earlier. just like heaven by the cure came softly from the jukebox, and dan and phil danced around the aisles of the diner.
"i could dance like this until we die," dan murmured.
"oh, darling, we're far too young to die," phil responded.
the darkness outside was comforting, a veil of security from the people who threw them dirty looks when they walked in the street.
dan's head came to rest on phil's shoulder as they continued to move up and down the aisles. phil pressed kisses into dan's hair, whispering declarations of love into the younger boy's overly-pierced ear.
they danced until the song ended, and the owner of the diner stood at the counter, her ever-present scowl painted on her face as she grabbed the money dan had left there.
