A/N: Hello! Just a couple of notes before I get started, the titles of the chapters will be songs that I think go with the story/are indie because indie bookshops need good tunes you know?
I would LOVE some comments/feedback during or after the chapter as this is the first ever chaptered story I've written, oneshots have always been what I've written so this is new territory. Anyways, Enjoy!Also I'll more than likely flip between POV in each chapter so It'll be stated in the top of the chapter.
SONG: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f0hjjFoId30 - Something good can work by two door cinema club.
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KELLIN
'There's a spanner in the works, you know. You gotta step up your game to make it to the top So go..'
The sound of an early morning indie playlist echoed through my room, making me realise that it was Monday again. And 7:30AM... I Didn't mind getting up for work at all, but just the word Monday was enough to make me want to retreat further into my sheets and stay there for the whole day. You might say I was lazy for doing so as I lived in the apartment above my work place so there was never any long trawling commutes to work in the morning, but the word Monday is like a national taboo word. My parents owned the bookshop below me called "The curious cat" and it was what I deemed to be a slice of book lovers heaven. What was different to our bookshop is that all the books were either second hand, were special first editions or signed copies from the authors themselves.
Located and tucked away from the busy center in Bath, England is where I lived and worked. My parents made the decision to follow their quiet dream when I was 18, so the transition between America and England wasn't too bad because I was older. Sure, It sucked majorly leaving behind my friends but when we could the Skype sessions were always leaving me in fits of laughter. I have no idea what drew them to the Historical town of Bath but It was really beautiful to go on walks on and to be able to see the stars at night from being in the countryside. The few times I ever travel to the busy places like London makes me really appreciate the atmosphere of the small city, sometimes the hustle and bustle really makes me anxious that I'll slip away into the rivers of people that occupy the streets at 100mph.
"Oh good morning girl", I felt the bed dip beside me, Scout my slinky black cat came to tell me I really needed to get up. She rubbed her face up against mine letting out a little meow in the process, realising she was probably hungry. I reluctantly pushed the warm sheets off me, the crisp spring weather waking me up even more. Before reaching down to pick up Scout I slid on my slippers, not wanting to feel the cold kitchen floor that was a few steps outside of my room. I felt Scout cling to me as I opened up the door and heading through the open kitchen door and setting her down gently on one of the 3 chairs I had at my small table.
"What are we feeling this morning Scout?", I called out to her almost if she was going to reply to me with actual words. "Lets see... We have: tuna, chicken and those weird jelly pouch thingies that you never eat.". I turned around to see her big green eyes looking back at me to almost say 'just feed me human I've been awake longer than you have'.
"Allright, chicken it is then.". I moved away from the counter to get the shredded chicken that I spent ages chopping up last night but I know will be eaten in less than a minute. Setting it out on one of my mismatched plates and placing it on the table for her to eat with me, I flicked the switch of the kettle to make myself some coffee. As the kettle rumbled on I quickly hopped over to the kitchen table and turned on my laptop so that it would be all booted up from when I was finished making coffee. A gush of steam and a click signaled that the water was boiled and ready to be poured over the 'nice' coffee granules I'd brought. And by 'nice' I meant they cost £2.50 more than the normal stuff and I felt like going wild and spending money on coffee.
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