A/N: Hello! This is sort of semi-AU, I guess. I don't think this has been done before, so I hope you enjoy it! Be sure to leave a review if you have any feedback, positive or negative, I want to hear it all ^.^

I also don't really know whether I should continue this or not, so if you think I should/shouldn't continue it then please let me know in a review :)

**Okay I wasn't planning on including Chris, he just sort of appeared conveniently... Whatever, I'll let you get on with the actual story now.

My name is Phil Lester, and I have no idea where I'm going. I'm a 26 year old single man who lives alone in London. I have a uni degree, but I still don't know what I want to do with my life - which is probably why I'm here, working at a clothing store in the CBD.

Life isn't all too exciting in this job; it mainly consists of showing customers where to find items, putting away the many, many wrongly-put-back discarded garments. Sometimes customers will ask for my advice or opinion, but that's pretty much it. At least I have a couple of friends here - my coworkers and I spent a lot of time chatting because of the boredom that being a Sales Assistant entails. There was one guy, Chris, who I'd become especially close to.

Speaking of Chris, I could see him walking towards me like he needed something important.

"Is everything okay?" I asked him, snapping out of my daydream.

"Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, um... this is really awkward but there's a guy in the dressing rooms who's trying on jeans and he was needing help can you please go and help him?" He said in a rushed breath, pausing for a moment and then adding "I really need the bathroom!"

"Sure," I answered, already starting to walk over to the rooms, laughing inaudibly at my friend.

Although it was a big store in the city, it was nearing closing time and it was a weekday so luckily it wasn't too busy. I was easily able to guess which dressing room was occupied by the guy in question; only two of the doors were shut and I could hear children's laughter emerging from one.

After a minute or so, the door opened and out stepped a man who looked about my age, if not a little bit younger.

"What do you think of these ones? I can't decide whether or not they're too tight." He mused.

I took a proper look at the way the jeans closely hugged his legs, and his ass... I knew I was supposed to be on the job, but holy shit this guy was attractive. I felt a slight blush begin to colour my cheeks as I realised that I was pretty much just standing there checking him out - and had suddenly found myself incapable of forming words. As much as I tried, I simply couldn't tear my eyes away from his figure.

"Oh! You're not... I mean... did you switch or something?" He puzzled, looking up at me for the first time.

"Oh, yes, sorry, Chris had to -erm- use the facilities..." I managed to awkwardly stumble out.

When I realised that he'd caught me ogling him I my blush increased and I frantically tried to think of anything other than the not-so-work-appropriate places that my mind was wandering to.

"So, what do you think... Phil?", he read off my name badge, "do you think they're too tight?"

"Well, um, obviously it depends on how much you want to show yourself off I guess... they seem to fit you fine so it's really up to you!"

While I waited for Dan to take off the jeans again, I nervously adjusted my fringe and wondered whether anything was actually going to come of this. There was just something about him that I couldn't place.

"Alright, thanks for your help again, Phil." He emerged, smiling at me. Wow, he has a nice smile.

"Okay, I hope you enjoy them... um..."

"Dan."

"Dan."

We both stood smiling at each other, becoming caught in a moment of wishing we didn't have to say goodbye quite so suddenly, yet not wanting to risk actually asking the other to stay.

It was at this point that Chris returned from the bathroom, confidently striding towards us. His gaze flickered between Dan and I, obviously confused.

"Miss much?" He chirped, breaking the thick silence.

"No, uh, Phil was just helping me with these jeans and I think I'm going to buy these ones, so I was about do just that!"

"And you're just going to leave?" Chris responded, not bothering to talk to me.

"..what else would you suggest I do?" Dan asked, genuinely bewildered by this point.

"Well I think getting each other's numbers would be a good start." Chris suggested, surprising the both of us.

I made a mental note to get Chris for that later. I didn't know anything about Dan! What if he had a girlfriend! And even if he didn't, who knows if he was interested - hell, he probably didn't even like guys!

But all of a sudden Dan was laughing awkwardly and handing his phone to me on the 'New Contact' page and I felt my hands taking it and typing in my details before handing it back to him, Chris' smug smile only growing as I narrowed my eyes at him. And then, all too soon, the family were emerging from their dressing room and Chris was going over to help them and Dan was leaving and waving and smiling and fuck he looked cute.

And then he was gone, and I was left standing in the exact same position, my mind trying and failing to process what had just happened.

I only snapped out of my trance when Chris hit me playfully on the back of the head.

"Chris, you can't just do that..." I complained, although I knew it was futile.

"I don't see why not. Judging by the amount of eye-fucking that was going on when I came back, you're both plenty interested. And from what you've told me, he's just your type. You can't honestly try to deny that you liked him now, can you? And what's the worst that could happen? He doesn't contact you, and you never have to see him again? You know I'm right."

I didn't bother responding to Chris, because I knew that I couldn't argue what he said - and besides, I was secretly hoping that maybe this would turn into something.

Maybe something interesting would happen to me for once.

Maybe my life was starting to turn around.