this is kinda based on my friend mal so please follow them 221bgayykerstreet

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Phil skillfully moved his fingers from note to note, strumming while tapping his foot. He sat outside the bakery, playing tunes that he'd forgotten the names of but knew by heart. Mike, the owner of the bakery, also one of Phil's good friends, came outside, the bell above the door chiming.

"Here you go, Phil. My treat." Mike handed Phil a pistachio muffin (fresh, it seemed. How kind). Phil stopped playing and looked at Mike. He gladly took the muffin and had a bite.

"You know, you could make money by playing that. You're really good."

Phil shook his head, "Nah. I play the ukulele for the fun of it, no profit wanted."

As if on cue, a man came up and offered Phil three pounds. Phil kindly declined, "Oh, no thank you. I don't play for money."

The stranger stuffed the note back in his pocket, "Will you play for an audience then?"

"That I can do," Phil said. He adjusted the ukulele and started strumming another unknown tune. Soon enough he began tapping his foot as well. The man sat next to Phil, silently watching in awe. He was in wonderment by both his skills and his looks. This man was beautiful.

Phil played for the man for hours. Mike had closed up shop and said goodbye to Phil, Phil waving to him as he left. Phil only made a mistake once, and the stranger found that appalling. He eventually stopped, as it was getting dark, and he had to be getting home.

"Well, I better be going. I appreciate you listening to me play for so long. I'll see you around, yeah?" They both stood up, Phil grabbing his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder.

"We'll see. Goodbye."

The man started to walk away when Phil put a hand on his shoulder.

"Wait, what's your name?"

"It's Dan, you?"

"Phil."

"Nice meeting you, Phil," Dan started making his way across the street. Phil waved goodbye to him as he walked down the sidewalk.

"See you around, ukulele boy!"

Dan continued to come to the bakery every chance he got, just to see Phil and to listen to him play. Dan loved listening to the ukulele. He never really appreciated how amazing an instrument it was until he met Phil.

"Hey, Dan?" Phil paused his playing for a second as he looked at Dan.

Dan snapped out of his trance, "Yeah?"

"Um, I was just wondering.. Why do you watch me play?"

Dan smiled, "Phil, you're amazing! I've never really heard anyone play the ukulele before, and watching you play it is so much fun. And you're one of the coolest people I've ever met, so that's another reason."

Phil blushed and didn't even try to hide it, "Thanks, Dan. That means a lot."

They both beamed at each other and held each other's gaze for a moment longer before Phil started playing again. Neither of them knew how bad the other just wanted to lean in and kiss; they had a strong urge to but never did. Phil chuckled and started playing again, not breaking eye contact with Dan. They continued to meet almost every day outside the bakery. Mike would bring them treats, all for free. They would take them, say thank you, and talk while they ate. People began to come and watch Phil more and more, yet he still didn't take their money. They became known on the down low by people as "The Bakery Couple" because they spent so much time there. All the time they spent there and they didn't kiss. Not once. They both equally had a strong desire to kiss the other, sometimes so bad they wanted to pull their hair out, but they didn't, and neither knew why. It never felt right.

Phil walked in the bakery one day and sat at the counter on a stool.

"Hey, Philly!" Mike said as he walked out of the kitchen to where Phil was sitting.

"Hey, Mike. You haven't seen Dan, have you?"

Mike shook his head, "Sorry, Phil, I haven't."

"It's all right, I was just wondering."

The sat for a moment before Mike broke the silence, "Phil, I gotta question for you."

Phil nodded, "Shoot."

"Uh, I know it's kind of none of my business, but... Why haven't you and Dan kissed yet?"

Phil's eyes widened a bit. He chewed on his lip as he thought of an answer. He opened his mouth to talk but closed it again.

"I.. I don't know, to be honest," Phil finally answered.

Mike nodded, "So you do like him?"

Phil looked at him, "Mike."

Mike watched him for a moment, then responded, "So, is that a yes?"

"Is it really not that obvious?"

"Well, I don't know. I mean, I just assumed. You're straight, I see. I-I'm sorry."

"Mike!" Phil shouted and slammed his fist on the counter. Mike jumped then looked at him with a smile. "I have told you before, but I guess I'll tell you again. I, Phil Lester, am a homosexual. Gay. Just guys. Need I go on?"

Mike chuckled, "I love when you get like that. It's hilarious."

Phil rolled his eyes and tapped his fingers on the counter while he stared at the wall. He did like Dan. A lot. He didn't know why he hadn't kissed him yet. He thought Dan wanted to as well, but he didn't want to do it and then have Dan end up not wanting to. Phil came back to the real world, out of his mind. Mike was writing down supplies he had to get at the store once he left.

"Well, Mike, I think I'm gonna go. If Dan stops by, tell him I said hi, yeah?"

"I will. Bye, Phil."

Phil waved as he opened the door, the familiar chime of the bell above the door and the sound of the busy streets filling his ears. He walked down the street and thought about what he and Mike talked about. It was weird, he knew, thinking about it so much. It was a simple question:

Why haven't you kissed Dan yet?

The question echoed in his mind, over and over, like a broken record. It was starting to drive him mad.

Why haven't you kissed Dan yet?

Phil tried to think of something else. He looked around. He tried to focus on what the cinema was playing that night; maybe he could go. Without trying, he began imagining going on a date with Dan there. He imagined a scary movie. Dan holding on to Phil's arm at a particularly scary part, squeezing it when he got scared. Then he imagined a comedy, Dan's laughed resonating through his ears at a funny moment. He imagined a romantic movie, him and Dan leaning in closer and closer and then ki—

A car honked its horn and Phil jolted back to the present. He hadn't been aware of walking in the middle of the street. He'd forgotten where he was in general for a bit. He hurried across the street and took a minute to take in his surroundings. He was in London. He was about a block away from the bakery. Okay, he was good. He kept walking, keeping his head down. He was embarrassed and kind of lightheaded. Why was he lightheaded?

A pedestrian walked past, and they brushed shoulders.

"Hey, Phil! I was just heading to the bakery! Where are you going?"

Phil instantly recognized the voice. His body kept going, his mind screaming at him to go back and just kiss him. He didn't, he couldn't. Not right now. He had to get home, take a shower, and go to bed.

And that's what he did. All except go to bed. Well, he went to bed, just not to sleep. He was mentally exhausted. He needed sleep, desperately. But he just couldn't. He was thinking about Dan. About his conversation with Mike.

Phil sighed. All right. I need sleep.

He slept until one the next day. Thank goodness he didn't have to work.

He woke up feeling a lot better. He decided to go to the bakery. He saw Dan, of course, and they continued their almost daily routine. He didn't think about yesterday, only the notes he was playing and not messing up. He felt a lot better.

Phil watched the train come to a halt as people began crowding around it. The doors opened, and he waited as impatient patrons tried to get both on and off of the train. Phil was close to the end of the line, but he didn't care; he was just riding for something to do.

He finally boarded the train and took one of the few empty seats left. He sat and watched as people got on and off at different stations. Even though he wouldn't admit it, he was secretly looking for Dan, hoping he had to fit going on the tube in his daily routine. When he'd watched him play the other day, Phil made sure not to make a mistake. When he made the one—the only one—he wanted to kick himself for messing up. He was trying to impress Dan, he was very cute and seemed intrigued by Phil playing his ukulele. Or, he was intrigued by Phil himself. Which one it was, Phil didn't know. Either way, he didn't want to disappoint him.

The train was now where Phil was supposed to get off, but he stayed on. He didn't have to work the next day, and at that moment he really didn't feel like dealing with the people of the London underground that were tired, cranky, and just wanting to get home.

He took off his headphones and looked around. There were only a few people on, so he started lightly playing his ukulele. The train stopped again and four people got on, a couple, an older woman, and—

Dan.

Phil's eyes widened a bit and his heart started fluttering. He stopped playing, staring at Dan while he took a seat farther back in the carriage. He was doing something on his phone, and Phil watched as he typed away. He wanted to get Dan's attention, but he didn't want to do it by calling out his name. Or staring (because he definitely wouldn't look like a creep then).

Phil looked down at his ukulele and put his fingers in to the position of the first note. He lightly tapped his foot, took a breath, counted to three, and started playing. Not too loud, not too soft, just enough so Dan could hear. Phil closed his eyes for a moment and let the music overtake him. Dan stopped typing and looked up from his phone. He felt his cheeks heat up, himself getting giddy at the sound. He knew what that was, but he couldn't register it.

Guitar? No, definitely not. Ukulele, that's it. Who? PJ? No, no. Who is—

Phil.

Dan had closed his eyes while he thought and listened to the sound. He opened them again and looked towards the source of the noise. His eyes landed in a familiar black haired boy, strumming and tapping along. Dan got up and walked over to Phil and sat down next to him. Phil opened his eyes and looked at Dan. He set his ukulele down beside him and looked Dan in the eyes.

"I told you I'd see you around," Dan said, "Ukulele boy."

Phil smiled. The two boys leaned in and kissed, right there on the tube. They didn't care if people saw them; they didn't care if people judged them. Phil finally felt complete, full. He was finally kissing Dan, the person he'd been wanting to kiss for over a month now. He wrapped his arms around Dan's neck, Dan placing his on Phil's waist.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to do this," Dan said before connecting their lips again.

"Oh, God," Phil breathed, "Me too. You have no idea."

Dan chuckled and deepened the kiss. He pulled Phil closer to him and felt a chill go down the boy's spine.

"Gross! Get a room!" a woman shouted from another part of the carriage. Dan flipped her off, getting a scoff in return. They kept kissing, both boys filled with desire.

"Get off at the next stop with me. Come to my house," Phil whispered as he took a breath.

Dan nodded quickly, "Can you do more than play your ukulele, ukulele boy?" Dan smirked.

Phil grinned, "God, yes."