Long Haired Pretty Boy (A Bastille, Woody Fan Fiction)

A Wannabe Graffiti Artist

"Oh my gosh I am so so sorry Mrs. Lancaster," I said my face turning a light shade of pink. Mrs. Lancaster was a regular and I had not only messed up her entire order, but I also managed to spill it all over her new jacket.

"It's fine sweetheart really, you seem nervous is anything wrong?"

I sat down at the bar next to her and ran my fingers through my hair "No no no I'm not nervous, well ok maybe just a little. I have a date tonight and I don't know it's our first one."

She smiled kindly taking my hand, "You are a beautiful girl don't worry I'm sure it will go just fine dear,"

"Thanks, I'll be right out with a new drink for you and some napkins."

I made my way to the back and quickly got her what she needed, then I glanced down at my watch. It was already 4:50, so about an hour and 10 minutes. I ran into the bathroom and did a quick once over, brushing through my short hair and fixing what little make up I had on. I didn't look amazing, but at least I didn't look homeless. I watched the clock on the wall whenever I wasn't busy with a customer. By 5:30 most of the customers had left and a few more had trickled in. It wasn't my turn to close up and I was glad. I spent most of the time waiting, busing tables and putting up chairs. On most nights we close up around 7 or 8, but on the weekend we get to close up an hour earlier, which is quite nice. 30 minutes, I sent a quick text to Melissa, 15 minutes I tried fixing my hair again, and at 10 minutes I watched the window. Out of the corner of my eye I saw someone sit down in the seat next to me. I turned and faced Woody to my surprise.

How had I missed him walking in? I guess I had been too busy looking for him to notice.

"Hey, what's up?" he asked smiling.

"I hope I'm not too early, but I guess I couldn't wait another ten minutes."

"Oh you're fine," I said.

"So this is where you work huh?"

I nodded, "Its not much, but it's ok for now I guess. Do you want to head out?"

"Sure," he said smiling. I noticed that he was a bit more formal dressed than I was and began to worry. What if he was taking me somewhere nice? I look like crap.

"You look dashing, haha where are we going? I hope nowhere too special, I would have dressed nicer."

I laughed.

"Ah don't worry you look fine! We had an interview today, and I thought I would dress up. If it's fine with you we can just head to a pizza place? I know a pretty good one down town."

"That sounds great! It's been a while since I've had a good pizza." I said feeling quite relieved.

I sat shotgun in his car tinkering with the radio, hoping he didn't mind. "My first car I had in high school didn't have a stereo," I said turning down the volume.

"I know I could have bought one, but instead I saved up and bought a completely new car."

"Whoa, that's impressive." Woody smiled at me.

"My parents weren't as excited as I was though considering they bought the first one for my birthday."

"Ah you're lucky, I had to buy my own car."

"but mine didn't have a radio!" I argued giggling.

"I must sound so spoiled!" I said apologizing.

We talked a little bit more while I changed the channels back and forth trying to find a good song while we drove.

"Do you ever hear yourself on the radio?" I asked.

"Sometimes," he admitted, "It's pretty weird."