Clouds -> my first ever phanfic

25: Phil's POV

Phil doesn't even know where they are. He just got to town a few weeks ago, wow, it feels like so much longer than that now.

Tyler and Troye are singing loudly to Lady Gaga, Dans drifting off in my lap every once in a while. It seems like a perfect day.

Until the car slows down to a complete stop. In the middle of nowhere.

"Uh oh," Tyler looks at the empty gas meter and Troye hits his head.

"You didn't check the gas?!" Troye yells, waking up Dan in a start.

Dan head moves up to quickly for Phil to react, hitting there heads together."Ow," he mumbled sleepily.

"Are we here?" Dan asks after looking around and rubbing the bump on his head.

"No, your brother made us rub out of gas." Troye angerily crosses his arms and lays back in seat.

"Don't be like that it was an accident," Tyler puts his head on the sterring wheel and sighs.

"How did you forget gas?" Dan asks, sitting up fully now.

"I don't know, just forgot," Tyler snaps.

"Calm down guys. It is not just Tylers fault, I wanted to keep going. You guys chose the place. And Dan was lazy and slept," Phil reasoned, adding a joke to loosen the growing tension.

"But whos going to get gas?" Troye asks, looking at the slowly setting sun.

"I'll do it, I wanted to come here in the first place." Phil instantly says, taking the blame for this situation.

"I think there was one a mile back," Tyler sighs well at the same time Dan yelps,"Alone!?"

"Yes, alone, its going to get dark anyway. It'll be easier to go with one person than two." Phil knew his answer wasn't very good but he didn't want somebody to blame Tyler for all this.

"No, I'm coming with," Dan pouts, crossing his arms.

"No." Phil refuses to budge, shooting Dan a death glare."Tyler, Troye, keep him in the car please."

"Phillllll," Dan whines, but Phil just gives him another glare and opens the car door.

"No, Danyul," Phil gets out and shuts the door, signalling Tyler to put the lock on.

He starts walling back, reliezing how cold it is just as hes too far to go back.

"Ugh," He groans, rubbing his arms and watching fog breath from his mouth.

Finally, finally, light begins to be seen over the horizon, a car. Maybe they know where a gas station is.

God, this is a stupid idea. Phil thinks as he flags the car. They could murder me if they wanted. I'm a teenager with the strength of a 5 year old.

The car rolls to a stop away from me, I run over to it. They must have seen a gas station somewhere.

"Hey, have you guys seen a gas station anywhere?" Phil asks, watching the window roll down.

Its like a horror movie, Phil slowly seeing the face of a grinning teenage boy. Somebodies he's difenatly seen before. The car reeks of booze and about 3 other people are inside.

"Hey fag, wanna play?" The teenager asks, voice extremly familar.

The car door whips open and hits Phil full force, knocking him to the ground. The person jumps out, along with someone from the backseat.

"Wha-" Phil air had been knocked from his lungs and he was seeing stars over his vision.

"Shut up fag," the boy hisses, both of them lifting Phil up and towards the cars trunk.

Phil fought restlessly, wriggling in their arms and trying to use his legs to kick. But they seem like jocks, so much stronger than him that he instantly gets thrown in.

A punch lands on his face and Phil instantly feels blood run from his nose.

He suddenly remembers the boy grinning micheviously down at him. Booze breath wafting down on Phils face.

"Jason?" He whimpers as the cars trunk slams shut, drowining him in darkness.