Euphoria // Grunge One-Shots

Records - Chris Cornell

"Hello, how can I help you?" the guy behind the counter happily asks me. I smile at him, "I'm looking for a record. Do you know if you've got any of the band Fatal Flowers?"

He thinks for a minute before gesturing for me to follow him. After just a couple of minutes of the guy looking for me, he's found the right section, "Here you go, there are multiple. Just call me over when you need some help."

I thank him and move all my attention into the box of records. It doesn't take me long to find the one I am looking for: Fatal Flowers/Younger Days. It's two of their albums put in one album and I just love it.

With the record in my hand I walk over to one of the record players in the store to make sure the record isn't damaged.

As I stand there, just enjoying the music through the headphones, someone suddenly bumps into me, causing me to almost stumble and take the record player, along with the record, with me to the ground. But none of that happens, because I feel two strong arms gripping me tightly.

When I'm all stable again, I remove the headphones and immediately hear a male voice, "Shit, I'm so sorry! I lost balance... Are you alright?"

My eyes meet his and all the air in my lungs is immediately taken away from me. It takes me a minute to regain myself, I let out a breathy laugh, "Uh- yeah, thanks for catching me."

The guy laughs, "Well, I wouldn't have had to catch you if it weren't for me bumping into you, but no problem. I'm Chris, by the way."

The chuckle that escapes my lips can't be helped. "I know, you're the lead-singer of Soundgarden."

His eyes go wide for a second and I quickly introduce myself to prevent the situation from getting awkward, "I'm (Y/N), by the way."

Fortunately, things don't become awkward and Chris and I talk for a bit, "Anyways, I'm gonna pay for this now." I inform him, picking the record from the record player and putting it back in it's package.

"Yeah 'course. Which one is it, if I may ask." Chris asks while were walking to the counter. "It's Fatal Flowers/Younger Days by Fatal Flowers."

After I pay, Chris walks with me out of the store, "I've never heard of them, are they well-known?" his voice speaks up and I smile.

"They're not very well-known. It's a Dutch band, actually. I know them because my dad is Dutch and completely obsessed with them."

Chris decides to walk me home and it all feels so natural, the fact that I'm walking beside a Rockstar doesn't even cross my mind. It's just like I'm walking beside a friend I've known for years.

"This is my stop." I tell Chris when we reach my tiny house. Chris eyes it and a smile enters his face, "It's nice."

I can't help but feel a little flustered around him, only now realising how handsome the guy actually really is. I'm staring at him for a moment before he speaks up, eyes moving back to meet mine, snapping me out of my daze. "I was wondering if you'd maybe want to grab a drink sometime?"

Chris' voice sounds a bit unsure and it's honestly so endearing. "Yes, I'd love to. We can even go now if you've got time? I've to nothing to do so..."

His eyes light up, "Now sounds great."

"Alright, let me just put my stuff inside. You can come in for a second if you want to? I won't kidnap you." I add the last part with a sly smile and he laughs, following me inside my house.

After a couple of minutes I've got everything I need and go back outside, Chris following suite. "What were you doing in that store, by the way?" I ask him while we're walking through the streets to the bar around the corner.