american idiot ; phan

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TRACK TWENTY-NINE: PAWN SHOP

it was cold so they kept the windows up and the heat on as they drove. liam in the driver's seat, sam next to him toying with the radio. holiday was smooshed against the left window behind liam, and dan behind sam. phil somehow managed to fold his long legs up and sit between them. one hand on dan's inner thigh, his eyes gazing out of the window as him and holiday counted green trashcans.

liam, sam, phil and holiday realized that eventually, they needed to go to school, and education waited for no one. so now they were all carpooling together and sam couldn't seem to stop quoting mean girls and liam couldn't stop laughing which only caused sam to continue, and dan was absolutely dizzy of endorphins. the heat from phil's hand on his leg made his stomach flutter. 

they had stopped for coffee before, dan was forever grateful for liam buying for all of them. he was kind of loaded. 

"okay, guys, wait - SHUT UP!" the black-haired boy shouted for everyone's attention, turning left. they were two blocks away from their high school. 

sam rattled the ice in his cup. "we should go to the mall after school, i need some more jeans and crap."

"that all?" holiday smiled.

"yup," he beamed from the front seat.

"you made us shut up for that?" phil pipped in.

"you're adopted," liam flipped him off, his new brother doing the same. 

"i'm down." dan said.

sam let out a deranged sigh, his head leaned against the cold, clouded window. fall nipping at them from just outside. "yeah i'll go." he shrugged. they all rolled their eyes.

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all five of them rushed for the big building, the wind was picking up, tinting daniel's cheeks a soft pink. phil's hand in his as they all entered the mall, other kids their age casting them short-lived glances before resuming to whatever they were doing previously to their arrival. 

holly slowed down as they passed the jewelry store, sam grabbing her by her coat lapel and forcing her on track. liam wasn't waiting for anyone, he beelined straight for the store he had in mind. they all spaced out in the store, all within shouting distance. liam gathered every single pair of pants in his size before disappearing into the changing room. holiday was searching in the boy's section, sam in the women's - they were picking outfits for each other.

the last time dan had his eyes on phil, only a few short seconds ago, he was looking at hoodies on the clearance rack - both of them too broke for whatever everyone else was looking for. but dan's eyes were glued onto the makeup rack, the peaches and browns all blending together into a sunset type display.

"whatchu lookin' at?" phil asked, looking up and catching dan standing over the display, hands floating by his sides.

"don't you think it's crazy how there are so many different mediums for art, but not everyone thinks makeup is an art?" he questioned.

phil stayed silent, he only hummed and shrugged his shoulders. he couldn't draw, he couldn't do makeup, all he could do was play bass and hold dan's hand when he was nervous. 

"you like makeup, bub?" the older spoke, separating himself from the clothes and joining his boyfriend's side, hand grazing his lower back as he slipped to his left.

"yeah. i mean, i have absolutely no idea how to do it, but i like the concept." 

and daniel was an artist if phil had ever seen one. it was only a day ago when they sat on dan's bed and the younger pulled his notebooks out from under his bed and finally let phil slip through them. he was good. fucking amazing. and he could write like a professional.

"well," phil's hands ghosted over the bottles of foundation, glancing up at dan before plucking a bottle from the stand. "lets see what you can do." he smiled.

dan blushed, mouth agape. "really?"

"you can wear makeup if you want. makeup is great for a guy." the brunet nudged him playfully, phil leaning over and kissing him on the cheek.

a/n

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