Phan One-Shots

Locked In

Pastel!DanxPunk!Phil

—Dan's Point Of View—

Sophomore was when it all started. That's the year I knew that I despised that fucking guy, Philip Lester. He thought he was so fucking great with his pierced body and dyed black and blue hair and dickish attitude. He was a complete jerk, and for some god damn reason the world decided that he would be the biggest jerk towards me.

Why you ask? Was it because of the not so boyish way I dress and the fact I was bisexual? Maybe. Was it my shyness and how insecure I really am about myself which makes me an easier target? Possibly. Or was it because my closest friend was friends with Phil's closest friend, which only made Phil actually notice me? Bingo.

Phil and I can never last longer than five minutes in a room together without starting a huge argument. But we're always forced to see each other since my friend, Pj, is always hanging out with Phil's friend, Chris. Believe me, I tried every excuse to get out of hanging out with the three of them. I don't have anything towards Chris. He's a nice guy. It was really only fake-tattoo boy that I gave a problem with, which I've most likely said multiple times by now.

Well, that all changed after one particular night.

—3rd Point Of View—

Pj knocked rapidly on Dan's bedroom door. He wasn't having any of Dan bullshit excuses tonight with getting out with hanging out with Chris and Phil, "Bloody hell Dan if you don't open this door right now I swear I'll break it down." Pj threatened through the door, trying at the knob again in case it had magically became unlocked on its own. But it didn't, so he sighed annoyingly again, letting go of the knob and running his hand through his curly locks of hair, "Make me, bitch!" Dan hollered through the other side of the door, "I told you that there's no way that I'm going to ever hangout with you guys if Phil is going."

"But he's not!" Pj said quickly before stopping himself. He just wanted Dan to get his bloody arse out of his room and to go with him. He didn't want things to get awkward between him and Chris — even if Phil is actually going to be there — since he... sorta likes him. And if lying about Phil not coming was going to get Dan to come along with him, so be it. The other side of the door was quiet, no whining from Dan.

A split second later, Pj heard the door unlock and the door swing open slightly. Dan poked his head of his door, his curly lump of dark brown hair moving slightly into his face, making him have to push it back with his hand. He was wearing a pale yellow jumper that was too big on him, with faded ripped skinny jeans. A daisy and white flowered flower crown was resting upon his head, slightly tipping to the side now. He was wearing only black socks since he was technically lying on his bed before. Dan's eyebrows furrowed together, staring at his best friend with cautiousness, "Phil isn't going to hangout with you guys?"

"No." Pj said, shaking his head. He shoved his hands in his pockets nervously, hoping Dan would take the bait. Dan raised up one eyebrow at him, not sure whether he should believe him or not. And with cause not, but Dan doesn't know that, "Are you sure?" Dan questioned him, "Because if he is I swear I'll-"

"You'll what? Kill me? Please. You already know I'm stronger than you, pretty boy." Pj chuckled evilly, a small smirk appearing on his face. Dan's cheeks flushed pink with frustration, "Pj, he better not be there." Dan threatened. "He's not gonna be there, Daniel." Pj sighed annoyingly, "So are you coming or what?"

Dan hesitated for one last moment, before slowly opening the door up all the way, his full figure showing and not just his curly head, "Fine. I'll go. But if he is there I'm never talking to you ever again for lying to me." "Fine. I'm sick of your fanboy gossip anyways." Pj said playfully, causing Dan to slap his arm as hard as he could, which didn't make Pj flinch one bit. "Come on. I'm driving us there since you're a terrible driver."