Phan Oneshots

How to Flirt: Embarrassed Boy Edition

Summary: As soon as the first ever Cold Stone Creamery opens up in London, Phil knew he had to go. However, it wasn't the ice cream that made him keep coming back, but rather the cute employee who looks dead in the eyes whenever he has to sing the tip jar songs.
Word Count: 4,405
Warnings: Food mentions, cussing
A/N: thanks so much to greynihilism for prompting me this!!! I honestly love this SO MUCH. And of course thanks to snowbunnylester  for listening to me shout and for telling me to match our titles bc we are disgusting soulmates. I didn't edit this but i'm too excited about it so idgaf! Hope you like it!  

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When a new Cold Stone Creamery opened up in London, it was the biggest thing since sliced bread. Literally everyone had to try some, to get some for themselves, that way they could boast to their friends and family how they got to try it.

Phil was guilty of this. He was a slut for only two things, and those were ice cream and new shops. So when he heard a new ice cream shop was opening up? Phil pretty much shit himself. He gathered all of his friends, sat them down, and explained the situation to them. He didn't want to say he forced them to come with him, because he didn't. He just calmly insisted that they come with him and didn't let them leave the room until they agreed. No biggie.

That's how he found himself inside of Cold Stone with Kiley, Charles, and Michael. Phil was the only one who was so excited that he couldn't stop bouncing on the balls of his feet. His friends were chattering beside him, waiting patiently for the line to go down so they could finally order, but Phil was having trouble being patient. He wanted his ice cream and he wanted it now. There were still five people in front of him and he wanted to push them all out of the way so he could order his own ice cream and press his face to the counter glass like an annoying child.

Just as he was about to do that, something strange happened. Something that made Phil stop and stare at the workers with his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth gaped open. He'd heard of it happening before, back when Cold Stone was just an American thing, but it had completely escaped his mind. Until now.

It happened very systematically. A customer put a pound in the tip jar. The cashier, a pretty gal with blonde hair, yelled out "tip!". And then, embarrassingly enough, they began to sing.

It was to the same tune of 'I Kissed a Girl' by Katy Perry, but a much more cringe version of it. Phil was mildly horrified and by the sound of it, his friends were trying to muffle their laughter into their hands. There were only four workers in the store and Phil found himself tracing his eyes over their expressions, wondering how they could possibly be so cheerful while singing something so horrifying.

"I mixed it in and I liked it;
The taste of that Cold Stone ice cream.
I mixed it in just to try it;
I hope my boyfriend will like it."

It was horrible, horrifying, in every single way possible. Phil didn't understand how they could be so numb to the fact that they were singing something so embarrassing. And that's when his eyes traced over the last worker, and his heart did a little flippy over thing.

The man displayed the emotions that Phil was going through, except he was broadcasting it with his facial expressions. It seemed as if he was in pain, his lips barely moving as he sang the words, a pretty pink colour dancing across his cheeks. He cringed when the group sang, "It mixed so good, it tastes so right, I'll get a love it tonight," and Phil couldn't help but stare in rapt fascination at this man whose eyes screamed 'kill me'. He had on the standard Cold Stone uniform - a red shirt, black apron, and khakis - and his hair was a mess of brown curls on his forehead. When he grimaced, a dimple appeared in his cheek, making him appear quite adorable despite his horrified demeanor.