For zeppelinxfloyd Hope you enjoy.
-1974-
I sat in the lonely little coffee shop it was probably three in the morning but I surely didn't have the notion to look at the wall clock hanging above the counter. A blonde headed waitress came and filled my cup to the brim for the fourth time that evening and my eyes didn't even scan over to look at her. I just mumbled a ''thank you'' and went on to staring at the black and white floor tiles. I yawned but didn't really feel to tired, I didn't have a clue where I'd go anyways. The only person I really had just broke up with me; also meaning I didn't have a home anymore. All of my things fit in two suitcases and they were sitting on the floor beside me. I hadn't actually cried very much, I thought I'd be devastated. But our relationship had been over for a long time. I just didn't want to have to go live at the homeless shelter. I tried calling my mother but she didn't pick up, It was pretty late when I tried to phone her. I was six states away from her in Boston Massachusetts. And this was all my big bright idea thinking I could come here and live happily ever after with my boyfriend, that I could finish college and tell everybody what a success I was. Now I would have to tell everyone what a fool I was instead. I heard the bell above the door ring, which had only happened two other times tonight. My hand snaked around my coffee cup taking a long drink of the hot dark brew, while my eyes scanned around the joint and landed on the newest costumer that had walked in. He had dark hair and was dressed really fashionably in jeans and a button down with all the buttons undone but one near the bottom and a thick leather coat with fringes and black boots. "Hey Joe you burnin' the midnight oil again." One of the waitresses asked as this Man sat down on a stool at the bar. "Yeah, I guess you could say that. Can I get a cup'a coffee." "The usual?" 'Joe' shook his head and the waitress walked away bringing him back a cup of coffee. "Thanks." He turned around probably sensing my eyes staring intently at him and glanced over at me. Not wanting him to think I was staring at him, I looked away becoming increasingly interested in the rim of my coffee cup as a long trail of coffee rolled down the side. Even after I took my eyes away from him I could still feel him staring at me. I ran a hand through my long hair, bringing it to my left side and out of my face. The same waitress came over to me and stood there for a second before speaking. "You do know, Honey, You can't sit here forever?" I nodded my head rapidly. "Of course- I just, don't really know where to go." She put her hand on the table. "Do you not have a place to live?" I shook my head 'no', I could still feel Joe staring at me. "I can call'a taxi to take ya' to the homeless shelter, if you'd like?" "Can I just sit here for another few minutes then I'll leave I promise." She shook her head and walked away without saying anything else. I felt terrible I really had no where to go. Once again my eyes fixed on the black and white tiles. After a few minutes of trying to muster my courage to pick my bags up and leave. I saw a pair of shoes come into my vision on the tile I was fixed on and stand at the edge of my table. "Hey there." I looked up slowly, it was ''Joe'' standing there. "Um- Hi." "Can I sit here?" He questioned motioning towards the table with his left hand, his coffee in his right. "Yeah, go for it." He sat down across from me taking a sip of his coffee before sitting it down on the table. "I'm Joe by the way- Joe Perry." He stuck his hand out. "I'm Mia (Y/LN)." Joe nodded his head as I shook his hand. "I couldn't help but hear the gist of your conversation with that waitress, is something wrong?" I propped my head on my hand. "Um- I broke up with my boyfriend and he kicked me out of the apartment we shared, so- I'm going to have to sleep at the shelter till I can somehow get my family to send me the money to get home, unless I hitchhike or something." "That's not very nice, have you tried calling your family?" Joe questioned. "Yes, but it's late and they're prudes from middle of nowhere Kansas." Joe chuckled taking another drink of black coffee. "What it's true." I defended. He smiled, "Why did you move to Boston then?" I took a deep breath. "Because at the time me and this guy were ''in love'' and he came up here for college, so I came with him. It was the family scandal for quite sometime." I paused and took a sip of my own drink that had now gone cold. "What about you Joe have you always lived here?" "Well pretty much, I grew up in Hopedale." "That's not to far from here is it?" He shook his head 'no'. "It's about an hour from here, you'd like it there. It's really a nice quaint town." "That sounds really nice, it reminds me of back home." "Where in Kansas are you from?" Joe asked leaning back. "A little town called Paola." "What's it like there?" I paused trying to remember what it was like back home. "Well, it's definitely a small town- kind of old timey. There's not a whole lot to it really." I laughed. Joe nodded his head, "I bet it's nice though, I like small towns. It reminds me of family- you know, being at home and all." I frowned not really remembering what being at home felt like. "So, what else is there to know about you Mia?'' Joe questioned looking over at me with a smirk. "Nothin' much else, I'm In school and I like music. Stuff like that." "Sounds nice, what kind of music do you like?" "Rock, Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd." "Those bands are awesome, I like the Yardbirds, Fleetwood Mac, and I really like Jimmy Page, Jimi Hendrix and Jeff Beck they had a really big influence on who I am as a musician." I smiled. "You're a musician?" Joe smiled shyly. "Yeah, I play guitar in a band called Aerosmith. I'm actually surprised you haven't heard of us, I was convinced everyone in Boston had heard us." "Sorry I don't get out much." Joe laughed, "It's cool, you'll have to come see us sometime. I'll get you in." "Thanks, Joe. I don't know where the hell I'm going to be though." Joe suddenly stood up from the table. "Come on, I'll help you out." My eyebrows fused. "What are you saying?" He held his hand out. "Come on Mia, you can come stay with me until you get on your feet. It's the least I can do." "Are you serious, you'd let me stay with you?" He nodded, "Yeah, I would and I want to. There's something about you I really like, if I can be honest. I want to get to know you." I stood up and grabbed his hand. "I'd really like to get to know you too." "Groovy." Joe grabbed my suitcases in his hands. "I'm just up the road from here." "Here let me carry one of those." I said grabbing one of the suitcases from him, he reluctantly gave it to me. "You sure, I got them?" I nodded, "Yeah, I'm sure." I laced my arm with his and strolled through the diner. The waitress that tried to kick me out waved her hand at us. "You crazy kids have fun." We left the restaurant, arms linked. We walked a few blocks down the streets of Boston towards Joe's Apartment til either of us started talking again. "Thanks for coming with me." He said, I smiled at him. "No problem, I'm going to owe you one for this." I spoke softly. "Not really, I do have one request?" I turned my head to him, looking at his gorgeous face the streetlights illuminating him. "All I want is a kiss." I bit my lip, "I can handle that." I leaned in to him, our faces meeting. His lips were so soft and skilled, I couldn't help but smile into the kiss. Our lips felt perfect together moving in sync. There was a strong spark between us, a feeling I couldn't explain. I had never felt like this before. After a few seconds of passionately kissing we both pulled away. Joe's glassy eyes looked into mine, drunk with kisses. I looked at the ground blushing. I think this was going to be the start of something great....
