Do Talk to Strangers (A Bastille Fan-fiction)

Shopping!

I woke up to see that the time was 10:30. What a relief, finally I didn't have to get up at 6:30 to go to college. I know its only 5 days, but this patten of get up, go to college, come home and go to bed seemed to be a never-ending cycle. I was meant to be going shopping with my best friend, Ava,  so I got changed in to my favourite ripped jeans, put on my 'I Killed Laura Palmer' t-shirt (i know, very geeky, but I loved that show) and threw on my converse. I've never really been into fashion. However, Ava is obsessed so I just go shopping with her, it's always fun anyway. 

I got to the bus stop to find a very cranky Ava. "What's wrong with you, Miss. Moody?" I tease. " I've been waiting here for half an hour, and it's raining, and there's no way I'm going to get that dress now, it's probably sold out the time it took you to get here!" she replied. "Well I'm very sorry." I say in a baby voice, making puppy dog eyes. "Ok, you're forgiven!" she laughs. The bus comes and we get on. The whole bus ride we joked around singing cringey love songs until we turned round to realise a group of girls from college laughing at us. Oops. 

As we got into the shopping centre I asked Ava what shops she wanted to go to.She must of listed about a billion shops! "Well I need to go to Miss. Selfridge, Topshop, Dorothy Perkins, River Island, Hollister, Jack Wills, New Look, Primark, Superdrug, and this cute new boutique just down the road. What about you?" "Oh, I was just gonna go down to HMV to get the new arctic monkeys cd." I replied. "Oh, ok you go get it and I'll meet you in Topshop in half an hour, ok?" she said, and then ran off to topshop to find that dress she wanted.

As I walked into HMV, there was a big queue that went out of the door with lots of really excited people. I noticed a large poster on the window that said, "Bastille CD signing today at HMV!". It had a picture of four men on it. I'm sure I recognised one of them. I'd never heard of Bastille, so I just carried on into the shop and started searching for the arctic monkeys cd. Suddenly I heard someone shout, "Oh my god!" but just assumed it was a crazed fan of that band. Then I nearly jumped out of my skin as someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around to see quite a tall man with dark hair and a beard. He was wearing a beanie and a blue jumper with a picture of some cats on it. I then realised it same man that I thought I'd recognised on the poster. "W-who are you?" I asked, currently very confused. " Don't you remember me? I'm Kyle Simmons. I used to live next door to you and went to your primary school." he said, looking very excited. "Oh yeah! You're the one who tried to take my cat!" I laughed. "Yeah, sorry about that... I just love cats, if there's more cats in the world than average, then I am happy!" he exclaimed. "I'm on a break from this cd signing thing, do you wanna go and get lunch, have a bit of a catch-up?" he asked. " Sure!" I said.