non-binary → phan (on hold)

2. sad pimp

i nodded and let her finish the cereal. "are there going to be designer drugs at this party? or any drugs in general?" 

she shook her head. "connor said no. only a few alcoholic drinks, but not enough to get anyone drunk off their asses, and some nice music and food and appropriate dancing. it's not one of those college parties that you hear about in movies or books. connor doesn't do those." 

i nodded and grabbed my laptop, scrolling through tumblr and trying to wake up. billie stood up, heading to the kitchen to put her bowl and coffee mug in the sink. she returned and slung her backpack over her shoulder, pulling her phone out and running her thumb over the screen before taking a picture of me. she laughed. "that's going right to instagram. you're welcome."

i glared at her and shut my computer, placing it next to me on the arm of the couch. "i hate you, billie." 

she ran over and hopped onto my lap, latching her arms around my neck and putting her legs on my shoulder. "love ya too, now carry me to your car. you're giving me a ride to school instead of forcing me to ride on that hellhole of a bus." she looked me in the eyes and pouted. "please, danny boy." 

i rolled my eyes and stood up, letting billie cling to me as tightly as she could before grabbing my car keys. i didn't bother to put shoes on. "let's go, i guess. you owe me." 

she laughed as we headed down the stairs of the flat and to my car. "i'll pay you in the dankest of memes and pizza and a trip to america with my family." 

"that's a lot in return for a ride to school," i snorted, letting billie drop to the ground we arrived to the car. "i would have been fine with memes and pizza." 

billie shrugged, sliding into the passenger seat. "memes and pizza it is."

the drive to her school was silent. she sat on her phone, texting connor i assumed, and i was focused on the road. occasionally she spoke up when i didn't know a turn. eventually though, she shrieked, causing me to jump. "billie! don't do that." 

"sorry," she apologized, laughing. "it's just connor finally answered after i spammed him to the point where he woke up and said that he'd gladly meet up with you at any point this week. and he's going to be giving you a ride there so you don't waste gas. good luck though. he's been here for less time than me." 

i groaned. "great." 

i pulled a car to a stop outside of the high school. billie frowned. "none of my friends are here today," she said with a sigh. "see ya later, daniel. don't forget to check your instagram." 

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wherearetheavocados: thanks for letting me steal your beanbag for a night

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danielhowell: i hate you

wherearetheavocados: hate ya too danielhowell

connorfranta: that's not nice, you two be nice to each other danielhowell   

amazingphil: he looks like a sad pimp

wherearetheavocados: LMAO danielhowell amazingphil

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"what's up, sad pimp?" 

i sighed, taking a bite of the crisps connor had bought for me at a small kiosk. we now sat on my bed, stuffing our mouths with food and making small talk here and there. connor seemed to be filled with jokes and awkward, but bright, smiles. i shrugged. "just sitting next to an instagram famous american."

connor faked a frown, but he wasn't very good at it. his smile was starting to slip before he could even speak his next words. "and what's so wrong with being american, mr. pimp?"

"nothing," i responded, shaking my head but smiling. i handed him the bag of crisps.

at that moment, billie rushed in, screaming about connor's car being in one of the parking spots out front. she opened my bedroom door and threw her backpack, very aggressively might i add, before slamming into both me and connor simultaneously, knocking us backwards. "connor! i finally get to meet you! photoshoot. now." 

connor laughed before looking at me. "is she always like this?" 

"yes," i groaned before shoving billie off of both of us. "give connor some space. he just met you and doesn't need to be bombarded with your clingy friendliness, no offense bils." 

she shrugged. "none taken." she looked back and forth between me and connor. "before connor and i have our little shoot, i'm taking a picture of you two. i can't help it. i have to post pictures of my danny boy since he never does it himself." 

i stuck my tongue out at her. "i hate you with a passion, bils, now just take the fucking picture." 

she stuck her tongue out in response but let me and connor sit up before pulling her phone out and taking a picture. i felt awkward, and i imagined connor felt the same - unless he was used to being forced to take pictures with people he had just met. billie clapped her hands after a minute. "posted it! people must really like you guys or something, because whenever i post a picture of dan or literally anybody else more people like it than any picture of me and it kinda sucks." 

i pulled my phone out to check my instagram.

wherearetheavocados: dan and connor are so awkward but to the point where it's attractive and idk how to feel about it anymore this is unfair

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connor chuckled from over my shoulder. "at least i look a bit less awkward then dan." he patted my shoulder and stood up. "guess i gotta go take some pictures with billie, of billie, for billie. see ya around, sad pimp." 

"uh-huh, see you friday." 

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author's note! omg i'm so sorry this story has such a slow boil so far he meets phil in person next chapter please don't kill me!!
-di