He watched the raindrops chase each other down the windscreen, the endless road leading straight ahead, away from everything that made him happy, everything he loved, cared for, the memories fading as they travelled further away, along this long, wide road.

Muse came onto his iPod. He couldn't take the pain. There was only one way to recover from this. To forget. Forget the memories, forget those beautiful brown eyes, that cute, fluffy hobbit hair he had on the mornings. It must go. He must go. And like his father said, never come back.

Manchester, Present Day.

Phil was awoken by the loud sound of his alarm going off. He tapped the screen and crawled sleepily out of bed. He had to go to work in a bit, full day's shift. Phil didn't do well in his new school when he first came to Manchester fie years ago, so he didn't get many decent grades. Instead he applied for a job at Starbucks, and has been working there for a few months now. He pulled on his uniform with his new black skinny jeans and fixed his hair into a satisfactory style. He grabbed his jacket, locked his apartment and headed out for work. He played Fall Out Boy on his iPod while he was on the underground, his music taste had changed quite a bit since the move, but he never thought about anything before he came to Manchester, he's sort of, erased it from his mind.

He signed in to say he had arrived on time and set up all the machines. It was 7:55 already, has waiting to open for the many business workers to come flooding in for their 'morning spark'. Phil never had time for any 'morning sparks' and relied purely on the fact that if he didn't work, the rent wasn't paid.

Hours passed with hundreds of customers racing in and out with their iced frappes and creamed coolers, the basic summer menu. Some popped in for lunch and sat on the plush sofas, admiring the free wifi. Some came in with laptopps and bought large coffees to help them with their work. They too, used the free wifi available.

One girl took a picture of the bottles of naked, and captioned it with a bad innuendo. 'How old is that joke now? Like, five years?' Phil thought to himself. He often tried to deduce his customers and guess their lives like Sherlock Holmes, but he never seemed to get very far.

"Hi can I help?" Phil said blandly for what was probably the millionth time that day.

"Uh yeah," That voice... It sounds familiar. "Can I have... one regular iced coffee frappe thing, with this toasted please?" Phil looked up t meet his customer's questioning gaze.

"Uh.." Phil hadn't realised he had been staring for a while. "Oh sorry.. of course." Phil picked up a plastic cup. "What's your name?"

"Dan, just Dan." Phil froze. Everything stopped for a moment. Flashbacks arose and filled his head. They came whooshing in like a wildfire. The concert, Paris, juice pumps, the breakup..."

"Hello? are you alright?" Phil was snapped back to reality.

"Dan..." Phil whispered

"Yeah.. that's my name, and can you toast this please?" Phil's expression flattened. He wrote Dan's name on the cup and took his sandwich to toast.

"That's £6.55 then please" Dan handed Phil a ten pound note and took the change from Phil's hand quickly.

Phil didn't understand. Why didn't Dan remember him? Yes, his hair was shorter, but his features remained. Maybe he could strike up some sort of conversation with him?

The toaster clicked and Phil quickly took the toasted sandwich out being careful not to burn his hands. He placed it neatly on the plate and took it over to Dan.

"Here we go, is there anything else I can help you with?" Phil said hopefully.

"Uh, no thank you" Phil's face drooped slightly. He started to walk off slowly before Dan called his over again.

"Actually, I was wondering if you could tell me how to get to the underground station from here? I'm new in Manchester, I've just moved up from London with my boyfriend.."

Boyfriend? Boyfriend Phil stopped and thought he felt heartbroken. His only ever friend and lover didn't even remember him, and got over him soon enough.

"Uh... yeah you just turn right by TopShop, then the entrance is just by Tesco there.."

"Ah okay, thanks"

"Okay, enjoy your meal.." Phil started to walk off again, he was going to cry.

"Have we met?" Phil spun around quickly. "Sorry, its just you look familiar, really familiar."

"No, I don't think so.." Phil couldn't bear to explain the events that had happened. "Enjoy your meal." Phil then walked back behind the counter and left for his break. He walked out the staff only door to see Dan sat in his usual position, sat across the plush sofas, that was Dan, very much like him. Phil smiled to himself before proceeding to walk out the door.

Dan had a life now, he had a boyfriend, probably a great one, on who wouldn't let him down like Phil did. One who makes him happy and keeps his promises. Phil had a life too, he had his best friend PJ, who was also, gay and single. They never felt right together so they stayed as friends. Phil had a job, his YouTube had got off to a good start, his rent was being paid for. He had a normal life. He hadn't talked to his dad for about two years either. He spent Christmas with PJ and his family. He deserves to be alone for Christmas. He was a jerk, the worst father.

The end of the day drew close and Phil made his way to the underground station. He couldn't help but think of Dan, how he has grown so much, how his hair has got shorter like Phil's, but his normal traits have remained the same, his awkwardness, his humour and curiosity.

He was sat on the tube when he saw that same figure step awkwardly onto the train. He saw the seat next to Phil and next to him as to grab the seats before anyone else did. That was typically Dan.

"Hang on, you were that guy in Starbucks weren't you?" Dan said grinning cheerily.

"Y-yeah" Phil wasn't handling this very well.

"I wanted to tip you for your help and the fact that you toasted the sandwich for the right about of time, but you left before I could, here" Dan handed Phil a five pound note.

"Oh, no that's okay you keep it" Phil tried to ward off the generous customer but he was insistent.

"There, now, I didn't catch your name, I'm Dan, if you can remember"

"Haha yeah, I'm Phil." He said grinning.

"Phil.." Dan said under his breath. Before snapping back into reality

Authors Note:

Oh by the way if you're slightly confused about what's up with Dan, he was basically suicidal, and threw himself out of his bedroom window. But he didn't die, he just suffered from amnesia. So he barely remembers Phil.

Anyway, sorry if I haven't updated in a while, I've been so bloody busy, anyway, please favourite and leave and review. Follow the story for updates!