Your POV

I walk out into the crisp London air, take a deep breath, and make my way to the Cereal Killer café, which is where I will hopefully be working. I love cereal, so this place is perfect.

I heard from Dan that Phil loves cereal. He eats Dan's cereal all the time. Maybe I can pull some strings and get them a discount. If my boss is kind, that is.

I get to my destination and all I can say is... wow. A café for cereal. This has got to be the best idea ever!

When I walk in, my mouth starts to water. Cereal everywhere! I was sure going to love it here!

I walk in the back to meet my, hopefully, future boss. There's a man in the room, so I'm guessing that's him.

"Hello!" He's really cheerful. "I'm John, the boss, nice to meet you!"

He sticks out his hand to shake it. I chuckle to myself, remembering last night's danisnotonfire binge and his problem with hand shakes, and shake his hand.

John gives me a questioning look before shrugging to himself. Then I realise, I had just randomly started laughing at nothing! Well, I was laughing at something, but not anything particularly relevant at the moment! He must think I'm a complete weirdo!

Mentally face palming, my cheeks turn a rosy pink in embarrassment, and I stand there awkwardly for a while. I am absolutely blowing this interview, and it hasn't even started yet!

"Shall we get this started?" John asks, breaking the silence.

"Yes, please," I reply politely, because I'm a major suck up and really want this job so I can have free cereal. Maybe not free, but still a discount.

~Time skip~

John says he'll get back to me soon.

I skip, literally skip, out of the café, happy with the interview.

I have a feeling that I'm going to get this job!

As I walk down the street, imagining Happy playing as I cheerfully walk home, I'm that weird, I hear the Doctor Who theme play. (If you don't like Doctor Who you can change it.)

I fish my phone out of my purse and check the caller ID.

Danny ;P.

I answer it.

"Hello, Daniel."

"Hello, person that uses the internet." I chuckle.

"You're such a dork!"

"You're such a nerd!" I can imagine his smile and his dimples as he speaks.

"Well, there's no denying it. So, why'd you call me?" I don't know what I'm hoping for, but the ideas that flood my head give me butterflies.

"Nothing, really," my heart drops, "just wanted to know what's up."

"The sky?" I smirk.

He sighs, and I can tell he's rolling his eyes. "Haha. Very funny. So original."

I laugh silently. He's such a dork. He's just so ador- woah! No. Just, no.

"I just finished a job interview. Tell Phil he might get a discount on cereal. Or, maybe if he's lucky, free cereal."

Dan gasps. "What about me? Do I get free cereal?"

"Maybe, it depends if I get the job. And it depends if you're nice to me."

Dan is silent for a moment. Then, finally, he speaks. Softly, but I can still hear him.

"What if I take you out for ice cream?"

There they go again. The butterflies. Should I say butterflies? No, they're mutated wasps.

"Yeah, sure. Why not? What time?"

"I was thinking about one?"

I check the time. It's twelve now. Plenty of time.

"Sure. See you soon!"

"You, too!"

And with that, he hangs up. I better get home and get ready.

Dan's POV

She said yes! We're actually going on a da- I mean, we're going to have a nice friendly meet up. Yep. That's all.

I honestly don't think I'd have the guts to ask her on a date. If I did, how would it go? I don't think I have much of a romantic side.

Sighing, I close my laptop and get up off the couch.

I immediately walk into my bedroom and pick out clothes. I grab some black jeans and my black eclipse shirt. Then I walk into the bathroom to check my hair.

I don't know why, but I just think I need to look perfect for her. Do I love her? I can't love her. This is just a teensy little crush. Like the type you would have when you were a kid. Just a silly little crush.

But if it is, then why am I like this?

Why do I feel the need to look great around her? Why do I feel the need to act all cool and like I'm not a dork? Why do I feel the need to impress her? Why do I feel butterflies when I think about her? Most importantly, why do I feel like I need to be around her all the time, even if we've only just officially met?

I realise I still have over half an hour left, so I use this time to scroll through tumblr.

Your POV

Taking one last look in the mirror, I decide I look fine. I've messed around with my hair a bit and decided to just have it out. (Just leave it if you have short hair.) I'm still in my interview clothes, which consisted of black skinny jeans, a plain F/C t-shirt and a denim jacket and black converse, seeing as it was an okay outfit for a date.

Woah! Did I just say date? No, it's only a small, friendly meet up with my new friend. That's all.

It's soon one o'clock, so I grab my purse and walk down the many stairs, and out the door.

I stand in front of Dan and Phil's door for a moment, building up the courage to actually knock.

After about three minutes, I knock.

A minute later I hear someone walking down the many stairs, stopping half way, and a small, "Who is it?"

Giggling silently, I reply, "Uhh, it's the London police. We've been getting noise complaints saying that there is constant yelling and screaming and fear that the person making this commotion may be experiencing torture or sexual assault. May I please search this flat?"

Dan silently curses and rushes down the rest of the stairs. I can tell he's panicking.

As he goes to open the door, he starts blabbering. "I'm sorry, you see officer, me and my flatmate do YouTube a-and we often play horror games an-" he stops as he opens the door, jaw dropped. "Y/N! You scared me! I thought I was actually in trouble!"

I start to double over laughing. "Oh, wow, Daniel. Your voice was so shaky! And don't get me started on your face!"

"Yeah, yeah, very funny," he says, trying to sound unamused, but can't hide the small grin on his face.

"You ready for some ice cream?" And at that moment, his tummy rumbles, making him blush.

Giggling, I grab his arm and start to pull him down the stairs.

Two awkward dorks plus public places is a recipe for disaster, this should be interesting.