This is in no way is a real life version of what happened to Dan Howell or Phil Lester, or how their opinion on Things are including each other. With that in mind, Enjoy!

I'm a very clumsy person. Incredibly clumsy. I've always thought that this is extremely unfortunate thing for myself, but somehow it lead to the best thing in my life.

I distinctly remember that it was a Tuesday, because I had forgotten to put my trash out on the curb. With such a rough start to a day I was bummed a bit. I had spent most of my morning looking for jobs online, which is frustrating and saddening at all the same time. Especially since it seems to always remind me of my disability.

Exhausted from my searches, I went onto twitter and saw that one of my favorite coffee shop that had changed their menu that day. It was only a fifteen minute walk from my apartment, so I thought to myself. Dan you need the exercise, all this nothing will catch up to you one day and you will be a sad old man sitting in his wheelchair wishing he had done more with his life. So go for a damn walk. I'm very encouraging to myself, as you can see.

I grabbed my keys and phone and put them in my pocket of my standard black skinny jeans. I happened to pair them with a black t-shirt and black runners that day… as well as every day before that. Walking down to the shop was uneventful. The only thing remotely interesting was an adorable Shiba Inu that was playing in the park with it's owner. That had gotten me thinking of how great it would be to own a dog, and to have a little doggie life to care for. And with those thoughts I had arrived at the coffee shop.

I entered the little place and looked up at the "New and Improved" menu. They had just changed the names of all my favorite drink from names like "Chocolate Heaven Kisses" to "Chocolate Whip". Which by the way is way better for me since I get insecure very easily at any place where I have to order anything. I wrote down my order on a piece of paper and hand It to the barista. She gives me a funny look but I was so used to it I really didn't care anymore. I walked over to a booth and wait for my name to be called. It was busier than usual so I didn't think It would be done any time soon.

After about 5 minutes I heard the barista call out "DAN", I remember thinking Finally. Maybe now I can go and find a seat in the park and relax. I grabbed my coffee and smiled at the barista. Without looking over my shoulder I turned at tried to start walking out the door, when I stupidly bumped into someone. He was about an inch shorter than me, with a long dark fringe, and piercing crystal blue eyes. He did not look happy. I looked down in embarrassment and see that I had spilt my Chocolate Whip all over his leather jacket. My eyes filled with shock and panic. I started to turn and grab napkins so I can help apologize for spilling all over him, when I hear him say in a small voice, "Oh god, I'm covered." I turned back around and see he had started to pull his jacket off, revealing a blue t-shirt covering tattooed arms. Nerves suddenly seized me. I hold my hand in a fist and circle it over my chest frantically. I pointed to the napkins, and ran over and grabbed a handful. As I was approaching him again, I heard him speak again, this time he said "Oh geeze. Don't worry about it, I've had worse. Oh and I'm Phil, who are you?."

For most, a simple question, but I'm not like most. I grabbed one of the napkins and wrote on it "Dan" and "Im sorry it was an accident". Phil read it and looked at me. and said "It's fine. Is everything alright? I'm not that intimidating, am I?" Again I grabbed the napkin, flip it over and wrote "Im mute".

After he read it, he looked back up at me, opened his mouth as if to say something, but instead bowed his head. I grabbed another napkin and wrote on it "let me pay for your dry cleaning". Replying he said, "No, it's alright" And I wrote, persistent on paying "I'll give you my number so I can pay you back" Writing my number, I saw him take out his phone and say, "If you insist, but you really don't have to." Nodding my head, I finish my number and push the napkin towards him. He copied it into his phone and then said with a grin,"Well I have to go, I'm already late for my band practice, the guys are gonna kill me. I'll text you later." And with a smile on both of our faces he left.

Suddenly I realize how attractive Phil was. He was tall, with chiseled cheeks with a faint bit of stubble. I'd known for a while that I'm bisexual, but I'm usually more attracted to females. I'd never felt that strongly for a man before that day. Interesting I thought, Well it doesn't matter how attractive he is, because you'll probably never see him again.

Thank you for reading my First Piece of this story! Hopefully with reviews and critiques I can improve my writing and create a better story! Thanks!

-Kenisha