Flappy Love - A Flappy Bird Fanfiction

Chapter 1

I wake up in the morning. Feeling refreshed and ready to take on the day. Lolz jk I wake up, roll over and turn on my phone. The first app I open being flappy bird. I'd been a huge fan of the game since it first came out and I was so excited to see it growing more popular. The fandom wouldn't be so empty anymore! After playing and not beating my score of 67 once again I logged onto twitter. I dm'd some of the friends I'd met through flappy bird and tweeted some rubbish, getting 0 RT's and 0 favourites. That was normal though seeing as there were only about 20 of us in the fandom.

An hour later, I was dressed and ready to go to work. I worked at Starbucks and although it got pretty boring, it was still great working in the middle of London where I got to meet so many celebrities. It made the job much more exciting. As I drove to work, I put on my flappy bird album. It was basically just songs made up of his wings flapping, it really inspired me to keep flying through my life and treat everyday as if it's my last. I arrived at work, pulling on my apron and getting behind the counter. Looked like today was going to be a quiet one.

There were only a few customers and it was already 11am. When he arrived it had started getting much busier, I had to blend the drinks whilst writing on the cups. #DEDICATION.
I had my back to the counter whilst the other staff tried desperately to serve the growing queue. "Next please" I shouted over my shoulder, barely looking. "Could I have a chocolate frappucino please?" I heard. "Sure what's your name?" I answered, still focusing on blending and not looking at the customer. "Flappy Bird" He replied.

I dropped the mug I was holding and everyone stared at me. I spun round and finally looked at him. He was the one and only flappy bird. I started fangirling, I was trying to calm myself and I think it worked. "S-sure." I answered but inside I was internally screaming. I tried my best to flip my hair and flutter my eyelashes and I think he picked up on it because he said: "How about you write your number on it as well." With a wink.

I laughed rather hysterically and with a shaky hand I scrawled my number on the side. "Enjoy your flappucino- I mean frappucino." He thanked me and went to sit down, all the while keeping his eyes on me. "IMMY CLEAN UP THIS MESS NOW AND STOP FLIRTING WITH THE CUSTOMERS." I heard my boss shout. I feel my face growing red as I walk over to the broken china on the floor. My heart hammers and I feel flappy birds eyes watching me. I make sure to do everything with a wiggle so he didn't lose interest.

He waited until I finished my shift and as I was removing my apron he flew over to me. "So, how about we get a drink somewhere else?"