Fifty Shades of Lester (Phan)

Looks Matter

**Third Person POV**

Dan tapped his foot impatiently on the white tile floor as he sits in his desk, eyeing the clock as it ticks significantly slower than usual. He clicks his black pen repeatedly with his thumb and fades out the words of the professor as he is eager to leave. One more minute.

He hastily jumps up and out of his desk and swings his backpack over his shoulder as the professor announces that they are dismissed. He walks briskly towards the exit and out into the hallway, dodging snobby students who could care less if they're in anyone's way.

He makes it to the large exit doors and halts as he notices it's raining. The sky is a dark coal shade and the fog lingers particularly close to the ground.

"Shit. Typical Washington weather," he mumbles to himself.

He swings his backpack from behind him and unzips it, pulling out his black umbrella. He opens it and holds it above him, and proceeds to his cherished baby blue VW Beetle. He closes his umbrella and throws it in the passenger seat along with his backpack and swiftly swings into the car, shoving the key into the ignition and pulls out of the University parking lot.

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He pulls up to the apartment complex and rolls into the drive way. He quickly exits the car and mindlessly forgets his umbrella as he runs into his apartment. He looks around briefly to see if PJ is at home, he must be in his room.

With no time to waste, he looks for the perfect outfit. Quite honestly, he is not capable of dressing himself on his own. That's one reason he is thankful for PJ, his sense of superior fashion. He comes to the decision of wearing a plain white button up with a collar, a thin grey cardigan, and some casual dark blue jeans.

He looks in the mirror as he buttons up his shirt, making sure everything looks precise. He studies his face, narrowing his eyes as he observes all of his flaws. He sighs as he fixes his hair, making sure every lock is in its place. He exhales a sharp breath as he turns away from the mirror, being greeted by a silent PJ sitting on the couch.

"How do I look?" Dan asked nervously, biting his lip carefully.

"Better than I thought you would," PJ mused, chuckling as he observed Dan's outfit.

Dan rolled his eyes, smirking at PJ as he spins around sarcastically.

"Do you have all of the questions?" PJ asked.

Dan nodded, picking up the folder off of the counter, holding it up in acknowledgement.

"And do you know where you're going?" PJ asked skeptically.

"Well, yeah, I have a GPS, you know," Dan replied sassily. "And if I get lost, I can obviously figure it out, I have a 4.0 GPA after all."

"Okay, good luck, and take my car! Yours is all beat up and old. Need to make a good impression!" PJ called out as Dan was walking out the door.

Dan peeped his head around the corner and narrowed his eyes at PJ's comment, laughing with contempt.

"Alright, alright, I'm off," Dan said impatiently, grabbing PJ's keys off the table and walking out of the door.

** Dans POV **

It was a long drive to Seattle, 80 miles. It is a very beautiful and extravagant area, there are posh and wealthy people everywhere you look. I looked out the window in awe as I drove through the city, my mouth slightly ajar.

Finally, I pulled up to the building and parked the car in an open space near the sidewalk. I exit the car and walk up to the building slowly, but come to a stop. I look up at the gigantic skyscraper, feeling somewhat intimidated by the building itself. I look down and read the bold and beautifully designed letters on the front of the building, "Lester Enterprises."

"Oh god, I'm interviewing Mr. Lester..." I mumbled nervously to myself, realizing how big of a deal this is for me.

I proceed to enter the building, glancing down at my paper which instructs me to make my way to the 19th floor. I walk towards the elevator hesitantly, watching all of the gorgeous and important people energetically working around me. I enter the elevator, pressing the button that read 19.

I arrive at the 19th floor and I'm immediately greeted by a woman. Brunette, flawless, and very polite. She is wearing bright red lipstick which makes her eyes stand out with a shine of light green.

"Mr. Howell?" she asked me sweetly, "May I take your coat?"

"O-oh, yeah. Thank you," I reply, trying to appear confident but failing miserably.

"Mr. Lester will see you now," she says casually, and waves her hands at me, signaling me to follow her.

I follow behind her, stumbling over nothing and trying to fix my cardigan before I enter the room. I observe the surroundings as we take the short walk there, everything is shiny, pure white and grey.

We approach a massive door, and pause for a moment. I eye the door, feeling very intimidated. 

"You may enter," she says, smiling at me and giving a small nod.

"Okay."

Without hesitation, I push the door open and immediately trip and fall to my knees, gasping in embarrassment. I look at the floor, unbelievably shocked because of my clumsiness.

"Mr. Howell? You alright?" I heard as I continued to face the ground.

I slowly look up, and was at a loss of words. It felt like my heart stopped beating but at the same time was beating a million times faster. I subconsciously held my breath as I watched this man approaching me with concern.

He held his hand out to help me up and I immediately complied as I took his hand and quickly regained my balance.

I continued to lock eyes with him, his blue eyes seemed to glisten, making me feel mesmerized.

"Phil Lester," he introduced himself confidently.

"D-Dan Howell," I stuttered in return.

"Let's get to it, shall we?" Mr. Lester said, with a hint of impatience in his voice.