The Rickenbacker & the Flower-A Marrissey fan fic.

Ask (ask me I wont say no)1/?

Oh, ask me! Ask me! Ask me! Because If it's not love, then it's the bomb, the bomb, b-bomb-bomb b-bomb b-bomb the bomb the bomb-that will bring us together.
Ask-the smiths
Thanks for coming to read this fic! I deliberately chose a title i thought Morrissey would hate, a title corny and pretentious and dramatic, but flowers represent Moz and Rickenbackers represent Johnny...

Johnny Marr's POV
I walked into the Café, it had been bad weather recently as usual in Manchester.
This was possibly the shittiest café name in history, "Steamie's Brewery & Café".
But especially due to weather, I was in no mood to walk through it to find a Café for the sake of better title.
I suppose this one looks welcoming enough.
Unfortunately, when I walked in there were no tables left.
Except, that free seat next to that fine looking fellow frowning at the royals printed on The Daily Mail he seemed to be staring at.
Worth a try..

'Excuse..me, uh.. are you expecting someone?'
He looked up, lowered his paper, and in a slightly posh accent said,
'Oh! Uh, not at all. I don't really like people to be honest.'
I sighed.
'My bad.' I muttered 'Sorry I interrupted your readin-'
'No! Please! I didn't mean it like that.
Sorry. Take a seat... Please.' The man seemed pretty nervous, so I stayed.
I hastily sat down, removing my vinyl jacket and shades.
'So what brings you here?' Asks the man.
'Wrong bus stop and an urge for tea.
I must say, absolutely awful name for a café though!'
'Ghastly isn't it? Absolutely vulgar' he spat slightly, screwing his face slightly.
'I'm Johnny by the way' reaching my hand out.
'Steven, with a 'v'. Pleasure to meet you'
We shake hands.
It's like something clicks, and I can tell we'll get on.
He's very attractive too.
A waitress approached us, and winking at me asks
'What can I get you gentlemen?'
'The usual thanks Ange.' Says Steven.
Ange pinches his cheek and smiles goofily at him.
'Of course!' She giggles 'you gays are so adorable! I wish I had a boyfriend like yours!...' She turns to me 'and what can I get you lil' cutie?'

'Uh actually, Steven and I just met.. But I'll get whatever he's having to drink, thanks.'
'Of course! I understand! It was a blind date! Aw you lil' love birds. I'll get your drinks.'
And she literally skips toward the kitchens.
Steven is determined to stare at his lap to hid his blush in the most cutest way possible.
And then force a laugh out, trying to cut the awkwardness.
'What's with her?" I ask laughing, getting a death stare from a toddler on the other side of the room.
'You're not angry that I'm gay?' Asks Steven.
'Hell no! Im Bi.. But I can certainly agree with some of the things that Ange lady said.'
'That you're a cutie?' Asked Steven, as though I were some mad narcissist.
'No, that you are.' Which triggers us both blushing, thankfully interrupted by Ange putting our drinks down.
'Enjoy boy babes!' Ange whispers causing both our heads to shoot up to her in confusion. But Ange had already went off to serve the angry toddler table.

So, after 20 minutes of sipping slowly at our strange teas; it suddenly occurred to me.
Steven said ' The ususal thanks Ange'
So he must come here often, meaning he lives close by meaning I know how to find him.
'So where do you live?' Asks Steven.
'Two stops down, the third house on the left street off the main road. You?'
'One stop down, apartment 2B. Unmissable, it's hideous' he sighs.
After another 20 minutes of talking about music, like Patti Smith, and all, which we basically like the same, he leaves a five pound bill, before saying let's catch up.
And walks off towards the florist.