Walking home, images of Stewart flashed constantly in your mind. You didn't even want to go home, you thought. At least go somewhere so your cute outfit wasn't wasted on a huge disappointment. Passing by a Happy Eater restaurant, you decided to go in for some pancakes at an attempt to cheer yourself up. Walking inside, you heard a tune you most definitely recognised. Looking up to the TV screen, you saw a familiar face.
I see you've sent my letters back
And my LP records and they're all scratched
I can't see the point in another day
When nobody listens to a word I sayWhilst you were gazing at Stewart's flashes on the screen with a heavy heart, you didn't realise that the waitress stood above you was desperately trying to get your attention.
'What do you want?' She asked.
'Sorry, uhhh, could I get pancakes with strawberry jam and vanilla ice cream. And a Coke too, please'
'Sure. Is something the matter?' She poked, looking at you with a sad expression.
'It's nothing. Just me being stupid about a guy I like' You laughed, rolling your eyes.
After moving around your pancakes on the plate and taking a few sips of cola, you somehow fell asleep on the sticky table, not being able to eat because of sadness. But something woke you up which you most definitely didn't expect. Someone was tapping you repeatedly on the shoulder, with a distinct American accent.
'Yeah, she's definitely asleep', the voice said. Removing your head from the pillow that was your arms and opening your eyes, you could've had a heart attack. Right there, staring at you like you were an alien, was Stewart.
'Are you doing okay? We thought you were dead or something, honestly' He asked, with a concerned look on his face.
'I'm fine' You replied. You still didn't really know if you were just dreaming or not.
'You sure? Want me to get you anything?' Stewart asked, pushing back his messy golden hair and flicking his cigarette into the ashtray. All you were capable of was staring at him in disbelief. He looked even more beautiful than on TV and the album covers.
'Alright then... I'm just going to eat, if you need anything let me know' He said, getting up and walking to the other side of the restaurant, where Sting and Andy were sat eating burgers.Did that really just happen?
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The Bed's Too Big Without You
FanfictionShort story about meeting Stewart Copeland based on a dream I had about him. (No sex just cute but may add a sex scene after based on how horny I am when I'm on my period)