Your pov

"You've got to be kidding me..." I looked at Y/F's tweet. I instantly sent her a message.

Y/N: Dude. Delete that. NOW.
Y/F: Nope
Y/N: Why the fuck not?
Y/F: Cause it's true and you can't tell me what to tweet.
Y/N: Fucking hell Y/F, I'm trying to be chill here. If you want to go all hyper fangirl over this, be my guest, but don't fucking involve me.
Y/F: Why does it matter? You don't care anyways.
Y/N: DELETE IT, or no drinks.
Y/F: UGH. FINE.

Denying her cocktails often did the trick. Luckily. Y/F was actually a great friend when it really came down to it, but her love for gossip and drama was her one big flaw. I went to check her account. The tweet had gone. At least now I could peacefully get back to work.

I managed to get in a rough chapter or two when I noticed a little "1" appearing on the message icon of my open Twitter page. Ugh, now what... I was mentally preparing myself for more Y/F bullshit. I clicked my messages.

Fuck.

Phil Lester: Hey Y/N! Sorry again about Dan last night, he gets weird around people in public lol

Holy. Fuck. My mind started racing. I was all "whatdoIdo!". What the hell was this. I could not make sense of this situation. I tried to get my thoughts straight. Thinking about it, this was actually the second, no.. third time Phil had somehow initiated contact with me. Barring when he came up to me in the venue the first time, as he assumed I was already headed for him, he had come back up to me to talk yesterday at the venue after I'd left him and Dan to their business, then he followed me, and now he was actually reaching out through a DM. It wasn't so much that I was freaking out because this was Phil fucking Lester, but more that I completely failed to see why someone like him would go out of his way to seek personal contact with someone like me. He had millions of followers and found himself surrounded by dozens of interesting non-fan people, and I was a random small shrimp peacefully residing in the Twitter-happy corners of the Phandom. I could hardly imagine either of them made a habit of getting friendly with fans and contacting them privately. I couldn't make sense of it. Should I ignore this? No... I'd tried hard to behave normally and treat him like a regular person last night and that was probably what I should continue doing. Maybe he was just excessively worried about my opinion of him and Dan now because he felt Dan had been rude last night and he just had a habit of apologising too profusely for things. I decided to message him back.

Y/N: Hey! It's fine, don't worry about it :-)

There. If he was just messaging me to say sorry again, that ought to be enough. Accept the apology, be casual, don't go on a rant about 700 different things, it's not your place.

Phil Lester:  Did you enjoy the gig last night? :-)

Uhhhmmm..... Right. This wasn't just messaging to apologise. Was he trying to be polite and carry on a little bit of a conversation before disappearing into the higher echelons of YouTube again? I figuratively slapped myself in the face. Get it together, Y/N. I had a rule: people are people. I asked myself what I would do if this was just a random person I happened to have talked to on a night out. Probably just carry on the conversation.

Y/N: Yeah, they were really good last night! You'd never heard of them before right? Did you like it? :-)

I noticed I was throwing in more smileys than I usually did. I was probably trying to be as non-threatening as possible, aware of possibly stalker fangirls and not wanting to come across like some maniac.

Phil Lester:  Yeah it was pretty neat! Glad Dan dragged me along :p

Y/N: Well, glad you had a good time! Tell Dan he's got good taste ;-)

Too much? Nah. Good way to round off the conversation. 

Phil Lester: Haha, not about everything. He doesn't seem very keen on me talking to you.

Doesn't. Not didn't. Doesn't. He was talking about now, not last night. 

Phil Lester: Sorry, didn't mean to bring that back up. He's not.. I mean, it's not like he's 'against' it really, he's just worried you might be a freaky murderer. I don't think you might secretly be a killer though so it's okay, we can talk, haha!

Wait.. He wanted to actually just.. talk? Phil Lester. Wanted to talk. To me. Just casually... talk. Part of me freaked out just a little, another part of me screamed a lot of "oh god no don't get involved in this sort of thing", but I had to admit I was mostly just intrigued and admittedly, he'd just been really nice yesterday. My gut told me to roll with it.

Y/N: Well, if I were a psychopath I wouldn't be telling you, I guess, so I get he's a little panicky. :p

Phil Lester: Oh no Y/N, don't murder me with your various knives! :'D

Y/N: :'D

Phil Lester: Honestly though, I thought you might not want to talk to me. I saw your friend's tweet...

Y/N: Oh god, never mind her. SHE's the weird psycho one ;-) I told her to delete it. Like, it's not that I wasn't happy but she just thinks everything that's not a straight meltdown equals the utter lack of emotions altogether, apparently.

Phil Lester: Oh good, I got worried for a bit lol

Y/N: lol. No need. ^_^

Phil Lester: This is nice though. We don't get out much and we're always so busy.. Not much chance to meet new people or make new friends or anything. Hey maybe if you're not busy when I'm not busy we can get lunch or something!

Frick. 

Y/N: Oh, sure! That'd be chill :-)

Phil Lester: How about next Saturday?

Holy shit that was quick... I didn't actually think he'd have time soon. I'd actually thought this was a thing he'd probably just not have time for for the longest time and would forget about and this whole thing would eventually die out and blow over.. Not that that was what I specifically wanted to happen, but I wasn't exactly living with any illusions either. Welp, guess I said yes already. Damn. Was I nervous? Why was I nervous. People are people, Y/N.

Y/N: Sure, sounds lovely!

Phil Lester: Haha, it's a date. I might bring Dan so he can see you don't actually carry around murder knives with you.