yes, it's another Dan and Phil fic. I hope you enjoy, this one is ridden with mystery.
Me and Natasha, my cousin, were sat in a small, warm Costa with a few friends in Central London. The cold, November air froze the people dressed in thick coats, scarfs and hats outside but the warmth of the small coffee shop promised comfort and a delicious smell of coffee and cakes.
Me and my friends Louisa, GiGi and Tasha took the seats beneath the heater and were instantly blasted with warm, dry air. We took our jackets off and picked up the menus that had begun to curl at the corners from the heat. Reading through the mouth-wateringly delicious sounding drinks we eventually all chose one that we wanted most. I stood up to go order the drinks for everyone but as I started to drag my warm, soft Ugg boots across the peeling floor I heard the musical voice of my cousin Tasha from the seat behind me, calling my name in hushed tones. I turned my head back to my cousin but just in time to see her cover her mouth with her hands and call, "look out!" From where she was sat. As soon as she said that I felt my shoulder collide with someone, almost knocking them over and practically falling myself. I heard a familiar "ouch" from the guy I knocked and spun my head back to see a face I knew I'd seen somewhere before. "Oh shit, sorry!" I said but luckily the guy didn't fall as his friend who was walking behind him grabbed the guy's shoulder and kept him up. "Oh my god, I'm really, really sorry." I scrunched my eyes shut while apologising, feeling a stab of guilt run through me. The guy flashed me a familiar smile and said "no worries, the world didn't implode and we're all ok. No damage done." In a very familiar voice.
As I was trying to work out where I had seen this guy before Louisa's voice, filled with laughter, sounded from behind me. "Wow Meg. You're such a clutz!" I swung my head back and flashed her a quick smile, poking the end of my tongue out the corner of my mouth in the process.
"Meg.." The guys said shyly. "Nice name.."
"Thanks." The guilt was gone but curiosity filled it's place. I had to know who he was and the desperation to know was beginning to annoy me.
"Hey, Phil for once it wasn't you who knocked someone over." His tall, mouse-brown haired friend said. Even his name was way too familiar.
"Dan! No one fell over and I am not that clumsy." Phil said to his friend with a massive grin,
Dan and Phil, Phil and Dan.. The names ran through my mind, the desire to know who they were burning through me like a pit of boiling lava.
"Anyway, see ya around." Phil said with a smile as the two boys walked off and took a seat near the door.
I walked off and ordered the drinks, all the while wracking my brain for any kind of memory of these two guys. Everything about them screamed that I had seen them somewhere before, that I knew them and knew them well. Their faces, voices, names, everything! It all stank of familiarity.