Phil Lester liked coffee a lot, but if there was one thing he liked a more it would be the boy that always sat in the corner of his friend’s coffee shop. His name was Dan and he was a writer according to Megan, the owner of the shop and one of Phil’s best friends. Dan’s hair was a soft brown styled similar to Phil’s but his fringe was in the opposite direction. He had deep brown eyes that turned a light whiskey color when he looked out of the window and into the sun. Phil decided that he much preferred Dan’s eyes to his own strange mix of blue, green, and yellow.
It was a strange day in mid June as the rain was falling down so hard that Phil could still hear it through the music from his earbuds. However, it was even stranger as Dan wasn’t at his usual table. Instead, a large burly man was sitting there typing furiously on his laptop. Dan was sitting in the table nearest to the door, nervously tapping on the table. He quickly shot up from his seat and shuffled over to the counter where he ordered himself a coffee. Phil tried to avoid staring at Dan when he walked past him by hiding his face into his book. It was definitely creepy to stare at a stranger especially if they didn’t even know your name, it made it creepier if you knew their name too.
Once Phil heard the familiar sound of the coffee machines working away he looked up from his book to see Dan.
“I’m sorry but your friend told me to give you this.” Dan sputtered quietly, holding up some napkins,
“She told me you were prone to spilling and your drink was on the end of a table.“
"Thank you Dan.” Phil responded, knowing full well what Megan was trying to do.
“How did you know my name?"Dan asked with a mix of curiosity and confusion and as to why the cute stranger he saw every day knew this information about him.
"Oh, um Megan told me."Phil responded internally cursing himself for making it obvious how creepy had been.
"Why?” Dan questioned surprised by the other boy’s slightly strange tone.
“Because I think you’re cute.“ Phil mumbled almost unintelligibly. Although, Dan must have good hearing as he looked surprised and he giggled,his dimple popping out, making Phil smile in return.
"Well, why didn’t you say anything?” Dan added cockily.
“I didn’t think you were interested.“
Phil pointed out, his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he smiled.
” Here’s my number text me and we can make plans, but we can make sure it’s not somewhere where you can spill, dont worry.“ Dan assured Phil as he walked back to his table with his coffee and sat back down, giving one last smile to Phil before returning to his writing.
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Dan Howell is late. What makes it worse is that it’s raining today, taking what his what was once neat, straight hair and making it into a curly mess. All he wanted to do was have a nice date with a nice boy at a nice art museum but apparently that’s too much to ask for. Dan walked quickly as to avoid staying in the rain any longer than necessary. He stopped for a second, just to look down at his phone to check the time. That was definitely not a good idea as he was suddenly knocked over into a fairly large puddle, ruining whatever tiny shred of confidence in his appearance he had left.
I don’t have to tell you that this wasn’t the best time for Phil to call, but, the universe decided to give Dan one last passive aggressive middle finger and have Phil do it anyway. Dan scrambled to answer the call with his shaking hands.
“Hello!” Phil exclaimed in an almost sickening false cheery voice “Is this Dan? Or is this the fake number I’ve been texting with for a week?”
“Phil…” Dan whispered pitifully. His day was now officially the shittiest it could be. Here he was sitting in a muddy puddle on a sidewalk, soaking wet, late for his date, and to top it all off, his date now aware of how useless he was at being human. Plus, be was still being rained on.
“Ph-Phil, I’m sor-” he started.
“My bad, are you busy?” Phil interrupted “, I wasn’t aware you had other plans.”
“Phil, I’m really sorry. I j-just I woke up late and it’s raining and I fell. Just, fuck, it hasn’t been a great day.”
“Oh.” Phil stated plainly. “Then maybe you would prefer to come over to my flat? We can play Mario Kart and eat pizza in pajamas?” He offered, his mood changing surprisingly quickly.
“That actually sounds amazing, Phil.” Dan muttered, sniffling quietly. “Please pick me up I’m a block away from the museum. Your house better be clean, Phil Lester.” he added a small smile working on to his face.
“Not to worry Daniel,” Phil responded, doing his best to sound like an old posh woman.“I’m never messy.”
“If you say so.” Dan conceded. After a short pause he added a bit uncomfortably “ Can you pick me up now?”
“Oh yeah, I’m on my way.” Phil rushed out. Dan’s smile grew more, his dimple making an appearance. Phil was pretty amazing at making him smile, he decided.
A silver ford pulled up directly beside Dan, who had been wringing out his t-shirt. Dan immediately walked over to the car and sat down in the passenger seat.
“Your hair is curly!” Phil announced excitedly.
“I am painfully aware, Philip” objected Dan, successfully ending the conversation.
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“First of all, Philip Lester you are a nerd and second, where is your bathroom.” Dan declared.
“I am a nerd and my bathroom is down the hall, first door on your left.” Phil instructed, smiling as Dan made his way down the hall. Phil decided he definitely liked this boy more than coffee. Little did he know Dan was thinking along the same lines
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im sorry its so poorly written and the characters are shitty but i hope it made you happy @Amazingaliyah ♡
amazingaliyah:
Hey I want to join your band! I can sing and sorta play the ukulele. *starts singing and randomly starts playing random notes on the ukulele* “oh, well imagine, as I was pacing the pews in a church corridor and I can’t help but to here, no I can’t help to hear and exchanging of words” *i love you* *i love you to*. Sorry just a little demo of Panic!at the disco’s ‘I write sins not tragedies’. * bows and slowly walks into a bush*
watch out, there are nettels in that bush!. (nettels in a bush nice indie band name). you’re in. still i havent decided on the band name and there’s so many of you damn i need to think.
