I stand in front of my overflowing closet, analyzing every garment individually,

"Why can't I wear my own clothes?" Katie asks me, lying down on my bed, understanding that I was going to take a while.

"Because your wardrobe consists of pretty much only jeans and t-shirts! You wanna look hot for Phil, don't you?" I inform her, pulling various things out and putting them in small piles on my clean floor.

"I wanna look like myself." With a disgusted look, I throw a white lace dress, cranberry colored leather jacket, grey tights and my combat boots at her.

"Get dressed." She glares at me, but does as I say. "You look amazing!" She looks herself up and down in the mirror and gives me a disgusted look.

"It's nice, just not me."

"What about it isn't you?" Her face goes blank.

"For one thing, they're your clothes! And we still have three hours before we have to leave!"

"I knew you were gonna be difficult! But fine, take that off and put on….this." I hand her a pair of bright red skinny jeans, a white t-shirt with a red bow on it, a grey blazer and some black pumps.

"Sarah, these pants are way too tight!" She yells from her bedroom.

"Oh, please! They're not even the tightest pair I own!" When she re-enters my room, she's grumbling something under her breath that I can't quite hear. "Those make your butt look really good!"

"I can barely move in them! And these shoes hurt my feet!" I sigh, and give her more things to try on. This time, it's a high waisted yellow skirt with pockets, a collared white shirt, a pair of striped socks and my oxfords. "No, Sarah. I am not wearing this. This collar is suffocating me!" She comes back into the room looking ready to kill.

"Good thing I got ready earlier. This is gonna take a while." She groans, and I grin evilly at her.

After about two and a half hours and tons of outfits later, we still haven't come to an agreement.

"Sarah, there's no way that I'm going to wear gold-studded platform heels and a skirt that shows my ASs crack."

"Come on, guys love heels! Plus, Phil's a good seven inches taller than you. You need them."

"I don't think height is a concern of his."

"It might be!"

"It's not! Just let me wear my jeans. Please?" She gives me her puppy dog face and I finally give up, but only because we have to leave.

After she changes, we head out to a small coffee shop that Dan and I have been to a few times.

*Dan's PoV*

We get to the coffee shop early and sit down at a little table by the window, nervously awaiting the arrival of the girls.

"Why do I have to meet this Katie girl again?" Phil asked, flattening his hair in the hopes of keeping it straight.

"You're going to love her, I promise." I smile and check my phone. "She's much better than Sophie." Phil's face drops and I know that I've said the wrong thing yet again. Sophie, Phil's last girlfriend, had ended up cheating on him, leaving me with a devastated and very heart broken, Phil.

"Anyone would be better than her." He mutters bitterly. I give a small laugh, not wanting to ruin the day for Phil. Minutes later, Katie and Sarah walk in. At this point, we've both stopped nervously flattening our hair, and have turned our full attention on to the girls.

"Sarah!" I exclaim, enveloping her in a huge hug before pulling out chairs for her and Katie.

"Thanks!" Sarah says, smiling at me. Katie elbows her to get her to snap out of it.

*Sarah's POV*

I blush and turn away from Dan, instead looking at Katie, silently urging her to say something to Phil. They make shy conversation, but I'm only focused on Dan.

"I'll go get us drinks," Dan says, standing up. I stand, too.

"I'll come with you!" I say, following him to the counter. He puts in our order and we wait, trying not to be obvious as we spy on our friends.

"Look! They're getting along!"

"I know! They're so cute!"

"Look how shy Phil's being!"

"Trust me, she loves it." We get the drinks and head back to the table, where Katie was explaining to Phil everything I tried to make her wear.

"You should've seen the shoes, though! They were gold with all these weird stud things on them and at least five inches tall," she tells him.

"But they were fabulous!" I exclaim defensively.

"They were total stripper sho- I mean, yeah, they were great." I glare at her and take a sip of hot chocolate.

"But seriously, do stabbings happen often?" I ask Dan, my eyes lighting up with the hope of witnessing one. Earlier he had mentioned them, and although Katie had made a crack about how gullible I was, I needed to clarify.

"Not in places you'd be," he tells me.

"Can you give me, like, an approximate location?"

"Sarah! You are not going to sit in an alley all day waiting for someone to be stabbed! That's weird and creepy!" Katie exclaims, sounding horrified.

"Do you guys see how she shoots down all my good ideas? I suggest that we sell our flat and live like hobos for a year, ask for a pet alligator and try to convince her to let me go skydiving and she says no! And I wouldn't just sit in an alley, I'd obviously dress in all black and follow around the most murderous looking people."

"So basically, you're going to become a stalker? And you have to admit, that skydiving dude was really creepy! And where would we even keep an alligator?"

"In the bathtub! We could get a little rock for him, and some dirt and grass, and he'd be fine!" Dan and Phil laugh, but I'm being completely serious. I saw someone on Animal Planet who had a pet alligator that roamed freely through their house, like a cat.

All too soon, it's time for us to leave. Dan hugs me again, lifting me off my feet and spinning me around. Katie takes my panda hat (his name's Garfunkel) and takes off running down the road, leaving me to stare after her in shock before racing after her. Eventually we make it back to our flat and collapse on our couch with ice cream.

"American Horror Story?" I ask, opening the list on our tv.

"Nononononono!" She yells, grabbing it from me. "Psych!"

"Only if there's a pineapple explosion!"

"I told you years ago that Psych isn't a prank show! But fine, why don't we just watch Full House?"

"Fine." She puts it on and we watch in silence for a few moments.

"So, what did you think of Phil?" I ask, finishing up the last bit of my chocolate ice cream.

"I thought he was great! I definitely wanna see him again. And I really don't think he minded the height difference. Besides, Dan's like a foot taller than you!" She says. I point to the shoes I had been wearing today, the black pumps I had tried to force her into.

"Only like 8 inches with those on. But maybe now you can distract Phil long enough so that…nevermind." She squeals and jumps up off the couch.

"I knew it! You do like Dan! I'm telling everyone!" I grab her and pull her back down onto the couch, sitting on her.

"If you do I will sacrifice you to Satan in your sleep, and then bathe in your blood."

"That's mean!"

"Then keep your fucking mouth shut! Or maybe I'll dress you up and force you to go to a horror movie double feature with me!" Her eyes widen in fear and she stays silent the rest of the night.