♕𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐬♕ 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫

✰.𝐓𝐰𝐨.✰

(Disclaimer) in the next chapter or so they'll probably watch the Italian job from the early 60s, which further adds to the fact that the time line is kinda fucked up :(

♕Rogers P.O.V♕

❝Again, super sorry.❞ I Said, snatching up the soggy wet napkins off the table and plucking up the dust and shovel filled with broken chunks of mug.

❝And again, it fine.❞ The stranger grinned putting a firm hand on my shoulder.

I felt my body heat, so there was no doubt I was blushing, but I didn't know why. I never thought of myself as being flustered by a mans touch, I was the ladies man for fucks sake.

He saw this and a small smile crept onto his face before shoving his hand back in his pocket, his pretty brown eyes still locked on mine. (AnD I SaId, HeY ThErE PrEtTy BrOwN EyEs-)

❝Er-do you want another coffee or..?❞ I said, breaking away from his gaze and quickly shooting a glance at Freddie who sent a little wave.

❝I think I'll just pay now.❞ He replied, fidgeting in his pockets for what I assumed was his wallet.

I nodded and lead him back to the counter, throwing the napkins in the rubbish and emptying out the shovel.

Freddie had lazily leaned on the counter with his arms crossed and struck up a conversation with John about the new record shop on the corner, his eyes flickering at me and at the man every so often.

I knew the second after the man left, Freddie and John would go on non stop about what just happened until a new interesting thing happens, which with those two would be pretty soon.

❝£2.30 for the one coffee and £3 for the raspberry eclair.❞ I Said, drumming my fingers on the side of the counter, desperate to go back to my dorm and practice on my real drums shoved into the corner until my hands go red.

He handed me a crisp £10 note, which I returned with a handful of mismatched coins in bronze, silver and gold.

The man left with a wide grin, a wave of a hand and a cheeky wink, which would probably be the new thing Freddie and John would go on about.

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♕Rogers P.O.V♕

Freddie, John and I had wondered around the busy streets of soho London after our shifts had ended, walking past vibrant clothing stores and lively restaurants.

We were lucky because fortunately the rain had stopped thundering down, now all that was left was grimy roads full of puddles and the light drizzle.

We ended up visiting the new record shop Freddie had been talking about although it was nothing special, just the new hit albums and such.

Of course they'd both stuck their noses in my business and asked me about 'the man', except there was nothing to say because nothing happened.

❝Well the way you were looking at each other it seemed you were lost lovers!❞ Remarked Freddie, grabbing a thin shiny record and and examining it carefully.

❝Fred, that's crazy, he's most definitely straight.❞, I said not only to him, but myself.

❝But are you?❞

❝Yes!❞ I glared, growing more frustrated with him by the second.

❝Ok, ok! not need to get you're panties in a bunch, I was just going to say how I'm an excellent wingman.❞ He winked, putting the record back, and wandering over to a tall towering shelf piled with more records.

❝Fine, let's change the subject. Deaky, are you still up for movie night tomorrow?❞ Freddie sighed, seeing as I didn't want to carry out this conversation any further and swivelling around to John who was patiently waiting by the counter.

❝Obviously. You guys still wanna go see 'The Italian Job'?❞ Deaky questioned, while playing with a lock of his dark hair.

❝Yeah, remember George and Ringo went to see it and said it was really good,❞ Freddie Grinned.

After a bit more mindless chatting, we left the store and I went back to my dorm block to play drums.

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♕Brian's P.O.V♕

The dark night sky drizzled and spat out rain over the tall buildings of London, the stars weren't visible due to light pollution, yet I don't think it mattered as the stormy clouds would of concealed them anyway.

I walked down a long street in freezing cold, my hand tightly clutched around my broken umbrella and shivering in the icy breeze.

After my encounter at the coffee shop I spent the day wondering around, despite my umbrella being near useless, it didn't stop me from catching a train down to the centre of London and enjoying myself.

I finally arrived at my tall brick dorm block that I managed to recognise in the dark and hurried inside to escape the cold.

Although it wasn't much warmer inside as I guessed the school couldn't afford indoor heating.

I climbed up the tall stairs leading to the third floor in which my room was, and walked along a narrow corridor with flickering lights. Spooky.

As I continued to walk down the dim hallway my mind was fixed on a loud bashing of drums that seemed to come from the room I was approaching.

A/N: I'm so sorry I haven't updated in a while, I had this all written out but then my WiFi decided to not for a few days :))))