Memories (SMILE sequel Dan X Reader)

The Run And Go- Chapter 3

A/N: Fun Fact- the song that's playing in class has the same intro as 'Sugar, We're Going Down'

Phil's Point of View

      I got off the phone with (y/n), only to see a text that had arrived almost the second the call was ended.

(Y/N): Bring Tyler with you if you want

     Putting my phone away, I began to walk to where Dan and Tyler casually sat, playing Mario Kart in the lounge. "Dan, Tyler," I started in a lousy attempt to gain their attentions.

When neither boy looked up, I stepped in between them and the Wii, an echoey 'Ding' alerted me that somebody had hit pause.

      "What it is Phil?" Dan asked, his voice filled with exhaustion and a hint of annoyance with a dash of frustration.

Smiling deviously, I explained the current situation and current invitation that hung in the air, "Get dressed," at this Dan rolled his eyes. "We're going to meet (y/n) for coffee in one hour."

      The brown haired boy shot off the couch, nearly pushing Tyler into the ground. He sprinted into his room, his shirt off of his body and resting on the floor before he even made it to the hallway. Chuckling slightly, I noticed my boyfriend staring 'casually' at Dan's beautifully toned and surprisingly muscled back. Teasingly smacking him on the arm I sat next to Tyler on the couch. Leaning into the crook of my neck and shoulder, he let out a low whistle, "Someone's excited."

"Ya think?"

Dan's POV

      "Get dressed," Phil begun.

Why Phil? Why must I leave my sanctuary of a living room just to get up and leave, I thought, rolling my eyes.

     "We're going to meet (y/n) in an hour," he announced, wiggling his eyebrows at me, the cheeky grin still plastered on his face.

With a moment's hesitation, to not seem too eager, I got up off the couch very casually and casually walked to my casual room at a casual pace. I casually stopped halfway down the hall and casually took off my casual t-shirt, placing it casually in the brown, woven clothes hamper. Then, I casually opened the door to my very bachelor-pad style room and I casually walked in to get ready, casually. Okay, fine. I shot off the couch and sprinted down the hallway, stumbling while I struggled to rip off my pajama top, before slamming the door shut to my bedroom after I fell through the doorway.

     I flung my clothes all over my room and stopped only when I had found my skinny jeans, "Perfect." I attempted to wedge myself into the denim jeans- and saw stars when they had started to cut off my blood circulation.  Moving backward to lean against my bed for leverage, I hit my hip into the direct corner of my brown, wooden, nightstand. In doing so, my lamp fell off the small table, the plug crooked, an effect of being violently ripped from the wall.

Your POV

     After hanging up, I flopped onto my bed. Then, I had a thought, 'Why not invite Tyler?' After pulling out my phone, I quickly typed a message and sent it to Phil. My head rolled to the side, desperate to find a better and more comfortable position for me to rest in, as I was struggling to even keep it upward. From this angle, I could perfectly see my digital clock, a quick glance at it showed the time; 12:57 pm. Having a few hours before I had to be there for Opening Night, and figuring a nap will do just nicely in terms of revitalizing my energy, my eyes fell to a close. Just as I had started to get comfortable, my eyes shot open, remembering my coffee date.

Having less than 45 minutes to get ready, I played process of elimination, quickly removing 'taking a shower' and 'curling hair' from my mental to-do list. Rushing to my white closet door, I practically ripped it open and quickly choose a cream-colored dress with straps like a tank-top that was covered with a pastel floral design. I grabbed my flower crown with huge faux maroon and light pink roses on it and sloppily threw it on top of my head. Lacing up my black Converse, I felt a surprising sense of accomplishment, after all, I had just gotten completely dressed in roughly five or ten minutes.

     Rushing through my 'get-ready' routine, I sprayed myself in the eyes, broke my Naked pallette's mirror, and stubbed my poor, helpless little baby toe on the corner of my door.  Inhaling slowly, I emotionally readied myself in preparation to wing the eyeliner on my right eye. The left looked perfect due to the fine motor skills that the right hand possessed. The left hand? Not so much...

After a grueling five minutes, a look at the clock told me I had ten minutes to get down to the bookstore. Whilst standing on the sidewalk, I whistled for a cab (and when it came near, The license plate said 'fresh' and it had dice in the mirror) and hopped in when it pulled over.

     "Where to luv?" The cabbie with a hint of Cockney in his accent asked me.

"Trafalgar Square, please."

Dan's POV

     We arrived at Trafalgar Square with exactly seven minutes to spare. Seven minutes of waiting for her.

"So I suppose we should try to find," Phil glanced at his phone, "3748 NE Cobble Lane. Right?"

     Tyler grinned happily and spoke, "Follow me!" He extended his pointed finger in front of himself and began to lead us away from where we stood on the rain-soaked cobblestone that made-up the streets. As he began to walk off, a bounce in his step, Phil glanced at me and urged me to follow his boyfriend.

"Uh, guys?" I asked, grinning.