Gavin Free and Me

Meeting Gavin Free

I hastily pulled on some skinnies and my tower of pimps top and sat down to do my makeup, drawing a thick black line on my upper lid and adding a few coats of mascara. That'll have to do.

I threw my laptop, beanie, umberalla, wallet and sunglasses in my backpack, along with a Scott Pilgrim comic and threw it onto my back, grabbing a cereal bar and my keys and calling out a goodbye to my cat Burnie.

I hopped onto my powder blue 1950's Vespa, a leaving home present from my dad, and quickly made my way to Starbucks.

I guess now I'm on the way, I'll introduce myself a little bit.

My name is Frankie Brooks. I was born and raised in England, and left when I was 20. I then moved to Austin as I'd always wanted to live in America, and Austin homes the Rooster Teeth office (which I definitely /do not/ drive past whenever I get the chance.) so I figured I'd just move here. I've lived here for 4 years, and work for Tumblr online, doing general admin work and just generally helping where I can. I'm not that interesting really, aside from the accent.

And then, the familiar green siren logo came into my field of view.

Parking my Vespa, I burst into the almost empty store and checked my watch. 8:07AM. Record fucking timing. 1 hour and 7 minutes to wake up, shower, get changed, do hair and makeup and get to Starbucks. Quite impressive if I do say so myself.

I got up to the counter, and greeted Sam (the barista) and ordered my usual summer drink (caramel frappe with cream and caramel syrup if anyone's wondering (A/N seriously try this shit it's incredible)) and paid.

Grabbing my drink, I went over to the armchair in the corner and got stuck into updating my blog and sipping the delicious caramel concoction.

I heard a male English accent say "oh shit" and about 4 seconds after the profanity was uttered, no one but Gavin fucking Free walked in.

Holy shit.

Stay calm Frankie.

I sipped my drink again and looked over, only to be locked by his emerald gaze.

I gestured him over with my left hand and he smiled, walking over.

"I couldn't help but notice your foul language" I laughed "anything I can help with?"

"Oh my god" he stuttered "you're English! You have no idea how good it is to hear someone with an accent I can understand. Well, I guess you do because you're English too, where are you from? obviously southern England you've got the accent, and-"

"Dude" I chuckled, holding up my hand and pushing up my glasses "anything I can help with?" I asked again.

"Well I'm late to work so unless you have a magic carpet, I don't think you can." He smiled slightly.

"Well Aladdin, luckily for you I have the next best thing, come on I'll give you a ride" I said, powering down my laptop, putting it in my backpack, and slinging it over my shoulder.

I lead him out into the parking lot and put my backpack under the seat of my Vespa.

"Wait, this is yours?!" he said, dumbfounded "it's beautiful!" yep, this is Ronnie my little baby" I chucked "it was a going away present from pops" I said, jumping on the seat.

"Come on the princess, jump on and hold on tight" I laughed, patting the seat behind me as he blushed.

"I guess you want directions?" he said, walking over"

"Nah, I know where the Rooster Teeth office is you minge" I said lightly

"Wait.. what?" Gavin said, looking like a confused puppy

"Frankie Brooks" I introduced myself "huge fan" I smiled, pulling him on and giving him just enough time to grab onto my waist before I revved the engine and we sped off.

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AUTHORS NOTE/ heyyyyyayyaaaa (please say someone sang that in their head) I'm Louise! I'm literally just writing this through boredom and here you are reading it, what a rush! anyway, hope you enjoyed! p l e a s e leave a comment if you have one or contact me through tumblr (quality-mavin.tumblr.com)

Thankee （≧∇≦）

~Lou