Chapter 1: The interview

~Dan's POV~

"Phil get your ass out of bed, we're going to be late!" I shouted to Phil from the kitchen.

"Mmmphn..." I heard him groan in response.

We were going into town to meet with the people at Phil's new job. It won't be his job at all if he doesn't get out of bed... I thought, irritated. "Phil!" I shouted once more.

"I'm up." Phil said sleepily as he walked into the kitchen. He was wearing his glasses and pajamas.

I looked at him wide eyed. "Phil why aren't you dressed yet?! We have to be there in a half hour!" I said, gesturing towards the door.

"Relax, I'm going to get dressed in a second, just let me check twitter." he said, casually strolling towards his laptop.

"Phil," I said, trying to be calm. "We have exactly 28 minutes to be at the interview and you're not ready. Can you please go get dressed so we aren't late?" I asked in my sweetest tone.

Phil turned and looked at me, a smile on his face. "You'd think it's your new job with all the fuss you're making." He laughed a little. "Okay, I'll be out in 10 minutes." he said walked off to his bedroom once more.

I let out a relieved breath. Just calm down, Dan.

I wanted Phil to get this job. He had been going on and on about it for weeks and when he finally landed an interview he was beyond excited. I loved to see Phil happy, and when he was happy, so was I.

Phil and I have been friends for a long time, that's for sure. I've just been feeling a bit different lately, though. No, I didn't have 'feelings' for Phil, but I have been seeing him differently. I loved to see his smile, the way his tongue poked out when he laughed, and when he acted silly when we made videos together, it just all made me feel so happy inside.

God, Daniel, you would think you have a man-crush on him, my conscience stepped in. I scowled at my brain. Sometimes these thoughts popped up and it got a bit annoying.

I looked at my watch. 9:43. I took a deep breath and sighed. "Phil, we have to be there in 15 minutes!" I shouted.

"Okay, I'm almost ready!" he shouted back.

A few minutes later he came out in a red plaid shirt and dark skinny jeans. "Ready?" he said, smiling.

"I've been ready for an hour." I laughed.

We walked to the front door. "Don't forget, just smile and don't be nervous." I said, putting my hand on Phil's shoulder.

Phil nodded. His smile started to fade. "Dan?" he said.

"Hmm?"

We walked out the door to the street. "What if... What if I make myself look stupid?" he asked slowly.

I looked at him. "Phil, you're going to do great! The more nervous you make yourself, the more you're gonna mess up. Like I said, just smile and be yourself and they'll love you."

He looked up at me. "You really think so?"

"Definitely." I smiled at him. He smiled back.

I managed to track down a taxi and we gave our destination to the driver. We rode in silence as the radio played quietly.

We got to the front of the building and I payed our driver. "Thanks." he muttered and he drove off.

We turned and went into the building. As I stepped inside, it smelled of coffee and pastries.

"Where are we supposed to go?" Phil asked.

"Um..." I looked down at the paper I wrote the information on. "I don't know." I said, looking around.

"Should we ask?" Phil said, a sound of panic in his voice.

I turned to him. "You wait here, I'll go ask."

"Okay, thanks." he said, taking a deep breath.

I walked to the counter. "Hi, what can I get for you?" the girl behind the counter asked, smiling.

"Um, actually my friend is here for a job interview. Do you maybe know where we're supposed to go?" I asked, biting my lip.

She looked at me, her smile fading a bit. "Hold on, I'll go ask." she said. I stood there awkwardly for a few minutes. I took out my phone and pretended to start texting. After tapping my thumbs on the dark screen for a while, the girl returned. "Just go back there." she pointed to a door on the other side of the room.

I nodded and turned and gestured Phil to follow me. We walked up to the door and stopped. "...Should we knock?" I asked, a little hesitant.

"I don't know..." Phil said, quietly.

We continued to debate whether or not we should knock until the door opened. We stopped talking and looked at the man standing at the door. "Mr. Lester?" the man asked.

"T-that's me." Phil said.

The man smiled. "Hi, my name's Chris Foster." he stuck out his hand.

Phil shook it. "Hehehe that's funny, I have a friend named Chris..." he said, awkwardly.

"Oh, that's nice," Chris said, still smiling. "You guys can come in." he said, walking back in to his office. We followed after and sat down in the two black chairs on the opposite side of the his desk. Chris sat down in his chair and started going through the papers on his desk. "So, Mr. Lester-"

"You can call me Phil if you want." Phil cut in.

Chris nodded. "Okay, Phil. So I've reviewed your resume and I have a couple of questions for you, if that's okay." he said, pulling out one of the papers and settling it in front of him.

Phil looked at me. I nodded, giving him a little smile. "Um, sure, that's fine." Phil said.

"Okay." Chris looked up at us. "First, I would like to know why you would like to work for us."

Phil took a minute before answering. "Well, I can make really good coffee..." he said.

Chris laughed. "Okay, good answer I suppose, but I meant why would you like this job?"

"Oh." Phil said, blushing a little. "Well, to be honest, I need some more money for rent. So I've been looking for a job and figured since I come here a lot, why not work here?"

Chris nodded slowly. "You're honest, I like that. Okay, the last thing I want to know is how well do you work with others?"

"I like working with other people." Phil smiled.

Chris nodded again and smiled. "Well then congratulations, Mr. Lester, you've got the job. Can you start Monday?"

"Of course!" Phil said, excitedly.

"Then I'll see you Monday. Thank you for coming in." Chris stood up and held out his hand again.

We stood up as well. "Thank you very much." Phil said, shaking his hand.