Coffee Stains and Sound Waves (frerard) [SLOW UPDATES]

Part 1

^^AN:All Photo's in this fic were taken by me unless explicitly stated otherwise. Enjoy my first fic! ^^

Blue. Today was blue. The shop doors, blue. The sky, blue. The shirt I'm wearing, blue. My head, blue. Not a bad, mopey blue, more of a confusing-stuck-in-spaceland blue. Baby blue.

The bell rang as I unlocked and opened the blue doors before the overwhelming smell of paint and sawdust hit me. It made the blue haze spin behind my eyes a little quicker. I dumped my bag in the workbench and opened the small window by the door. I decided since I was at work I might as well work. I stood my phone in the dock and put on some Bowie, but only quietly, we wouldn't want any noise complaints from the flower store next door now, would we? I reached under the workbench and pulled out a black skateboard that was missing a wheel. This would be fixed in no time but since I had nothing else to do, I took my time. I danced around the store, humming along to Young Americans as if the shop windows were boarded up and no one could see me. I knew I had to fix the board by eleven, it was quarter to now, as the owner would be here to collect it at ten past, so I rolled my blue sleeves up and sped up my work a little. By eleven, the job was done so I decided I would make myself a cup of coffee. Once that was made, I perched myself on my little stool behind the cash register and pulled the latest issue of The Wicked And The Divine out of my bag. The comic wasn't that big, but I still managed to take a while reading it, poring over each detailed image of the ill-fated gods before me.

Ding ding.

The door opened to reveal a twelve-year-old boy and his mom.

"Hey, how can I help? Wait, Jack, right?" I asked with my friendliest I-swear-I'm-not-a-child-rapist smile, because business is slow as it is, I can't afford to lose more paying costumers. "You're hear about your board, right?" I walked over to the workbench where his skateboard sat.

He nodded and stepped forward a little.

"Here you go, and if any more wheels fall off, you know who to come to." I walked back to the cash register to ring it up. "Will that be all?"

He looked up at his mom, who smiled warmly. "You can look for a new helmet if you want? Your other one is cracked and scratched and I'm not letting you flip about cracking your skull open." She said, handing him some money.

He led his mother to the far corner of the store to where the accessories were kept and hurried back to the till with a shiny black helmet and placed it next to his board. I told him the price, he handed over the money and before long I was back to reading my comic.

Two hours and three coffees later , I was officially out of things to do. I had read my comic, drank coffee, wandered around the store, browsed the internet and eaten my lunch. I was considering leaving momentarily to restock on comics and buy another bag of coffee.

Ding ding.

Okay so, there it is guys. sorry for any errors.