Different Perspectives// A British Youtuber fanfic

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Agnes's Pov
As i put the last finishing touches to my new office, i saw my boss heading towards me with a clip board.

"Hey Agnes, i see you have settled in nicely" she said

"Yea" i replied

"I have sent you an email telling you what your job is about and how to do it effectively" she said

"Ok, do you want me to look at it now?" I asked sitting down on my desk chair.

"No its ok take a look tommorow, your shift finished 20 minutes ago" my manager said

"I knew that" i laughed, put my laptop back into my backpack and put it onto my back.

"Bye Agnes" she said

"Bye, Have a good day" i replied walking out of my office, down the lift and out of the building.

Roaming through the rainy town of London, somehow i  arrived at Starbucks.

I could definitely go for a coffee right now

I pushed open the door and walked over to the counter to see my friend Elliot.

"Hey Agnes, do you want your usual?" He asked, i nodded and payed for my beverage. Elliot handed me my change and I strolled over to the collection desk and waited for my drink to be ready.

Looking at my phone, I realized that it was 6PM already.

"Pumpkin spice latte for princess" Elliot said putting the coffee down. A blonde girl came over to claim her drink and literally shoved me out of the way.

"Thanks babe, call me" the girl said taking the gum out of her mouth and sticking a peice of paper down to the counter with it. The paper had her number on, i chuckled and Elliot put another drink down on the counter.

"Triple skinny vanilla soy latte for my bae Agnes" Elliot said sliding my drink towards me. I turned around and the blonde girls face was priceless.

"Bye Elliot, ill be back in a few days" i said walking out of Starbucks.
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Finally i arrived back at my apartment and unlocked the door. I opened it, walked inside and put my backpack on the floor. As i locked the door, i noticed my roommate Elijah was being Oddly quite.

Let me tell you a bit about my gay roommate Elijah

Sometimes, Elijah liked to sit cross legged in the very middle of the white love-seat couch, which was almost not white anymore given how many times he and I had spilt our coffee. We tended to have a habit of jumping out on each other, resulting in Elijah having to spend an awkward hour in the community laundrette to wash his clothes; given our lack of washing machine, with a bunch of old women who wanted to do nothing but inquire him on his sex life.

Today, although, instead of his senses being absorbed by the bitter aroma of homemade coffee, all Elijah could usally taste was the strong peppermint of the toothpaste that he had taken from me after his own tube had run out.

With his toothbrush hanging nonchalantly from his mouth, the white-blue foam stuff building up on his tongue, Elijah sat back, his azure eyes fixated upon the television screen as Next Top Model began to roll its title credits.

He brushed his teeth slowly, not entirely concentrated on the task at his hand as different models posed on the screen for short periods of time, giving him a chance to snort at the ones that made him cringe.

Yea were both weird