Hey guys i was really inspired by the movie Freaky Friday. So i decided to create a fan fiction along that plot line using YouTube creator's and joella. Enjoy
Zoella's POV
I grab my bag as I'm rushing out the door for work. Its 6:30am, and I have 20 minutes to get there.
"I can't be late." I tell myself under my breath. This will be the fifth time this week if I'm late again today.
I get in the car and start to back out of the drive way. "Shit!" I back into my white painted picket fence knocking it down. "I don't have time for this crap".
This day could not get any worse-
BEEP BEEP BEEP
A white Porsche with a man about my age honks behind me. I would usually wave through the dashboard as a signal that I knew I had done something wrong, but I am in such a hurry and in an awful mood so I turn around and flip him off.
Finally, I arrive at work and its 7:15. Walking through the door, I make my way into the staff room where I put my apron on and pull my freshly ombréd hair into a bun. As i turn around to walk out the door, I am stopped by the one and only Miranda Sings.
"Do you really think you're going to get away with being late again this time? If I were you, I would just quit now before you get fired". I roll my eyes at her mock apologetic tone and think back to why I even know her in the first place. Miranda and I have known each other since the 2nd grade, and just happen to be two high school seniors working at the same place. Lets just say we aren't really the best of friends.
"Don't you have better things to do, other than being a nosy little bitch?" I'm quick to snap back at her. She groans and walks out of the room without replying. One point Zoe.
Okay, enough of this nonsense, I need to get to work. I walk over to a dirty blond man who seems suspiciously similar to the man I 'greeted' earlier in the car. He's reading the music section of the daily newspaper and humming along to my favorite song. Hopefully he doesn't remember me. That would be a bad start to a relationship with this man who could be a candidate for perfect boyfriend.
"Sir? may i take your order?" he looks up at me and asks for a vanilla bean frape. My favorite drink. However, I roll my eyes. Of course it's the same guy I flipped off earlier this morning, when would my life ever do something nice for me?
"Ill be right out with your order. May I have your name?" I didn't really need his name, considering he was the only one in the cafe, but maybe I would grow to like him.
"Joey" he replies, and I smile at how his accent suits him so well.
"Ill be right back joey." I quickly write his name down on an empty cup, and run to put it in my bag. I think I might have a crush on this 'Joey'. And if I never see him again here, I might have to do a little magic of my own. This cup is just for safe keeping when I get my chance.
