(MAYLOR) Roger Taylor works at a coffee shop, a dead end job, no money, nothing. Then, it all changed when a curly headed boy came into the coffee shop with a offer, a job offer. Roger couldn't say no, especially to someone with a face like that.
7 am to 2 pm, Wednesday- Saturday, at Seven Seas Coffee. I've worked at this damn coffee shop for 3 years, I dont know why I'm still here. I hate this, it's too early and even after 3 years I'm still not used to these early mornings. Working as a barista has never and will never be my dream, I wanna be big, I gotta be big. I'm fucking ROGER TAYLOR. I gotta be big.
My ear blistering alarm making me want to stab my eardrums out with pencils over and over and over and over and over and over and over and ov- you get my point. I have to wear a uniform, A UNIFORM, its awful its a awful polo in a royal blue color and jeans that are too tight for comfort. The manager even gets mad if you wear a jacket in the store. Can't even wear a fucking jacket, cant have shit.
I drag myself out of my apartment, down the stairs, going slower and slower after each step. After 3 minutes of walking fucking stairs I get to my car, my true love my one and only, my soulmate. I start the car and I almost moan, shes beautiful... Anyways, I make my way to work it's about a five minute drive, enough time to get my morning smoke in.
I make it into the Seven Seas Coffee shop and the door jingles when I walk in, Seven Seas Coffee opens at 5am and even though 7am is still a ungodly hour I am so grateful i dont have to wake up at 5am. I walk in and give a small nod to my coworker... Paul. That son of a bitch Paul. He's annoying, high strung, dumb, useless, creepy, and he has a shitty haircut.
The day starts out slow like usual, soon enough there was absolutly no one in the coffee shop except for paul of course, so why can't I just close me eyes for a second, just resting my eyes for a second, no biggie. DOOR BELL REALLY RIGHT NOW, I JUST WANT A BREAK PLEASE GOD.
My eyes shoot open, and of course its about 10 girls who all look the same coming in here and of course paul decided to go to the backroom, no help, 10 chicks in a coffee shop, fuck. giggling thats all I heard. They got 3 iced coffees, 2 iced chais, 1 black coffee, 1 americano, and 3 hot chocolates. Fuck me. I'm too scared to ask Paul for help, for my sake and these girls sake. After a while I finished all the drinks, they all thanked me, they seemed fairly nice, and thank god they didn't flirt with me and/or slip their phone number on a napkin.
4 hours later, 11am
It has been the most boring day, practically no one, and the people who came in were the rudest bitches ever. I just want to get out of here. Door bell, here we go. I look at the guy who walked in. Oh fuck, oh fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. I'm gonna have a stroke, he is GROGEOUS.
What do I do? How do I stand? Do I introduce myself? Do I just make out with him? Give him my phone number? Is he gay? Is my hair shitty? Oh god, does he think I'm a girl? Oh god, he has to see me in this shitty uniform, I'm gonna die. "Hi, can I have a black coffee and a banana?" "Uhh, yeah sure. that'll be €4.15." He handed me the money our hands touch, I'm gonna barf in a good way? "Alright what's the name?" I asked, we don't ask for names in this coffee shop I just need to know. Paul isn't in the room to get mad at me for asking his name. "Brian." BRIAN BRIAN BRIAN BRIAN BRIAN. "Alright I'll have that out for you in a second." BRIAN BRIAN BRIAN BRIAN, FUCK I'm cool as a cucumber. I can do this. make the coffee, no big deal.
I did it I made the coffee, no spills, no burning myself, NO EMBARRASSMENT. "Coffee and a banana for Brian." He stood up, so tall, so handsome, fuck. I hand him his items, HANDS TOUCH FUCK, no I'm fine. I can do this.
He smiled at me and winked, he sat down and started eating. WAIT, WAIT, WAIT, REWIND, he winked at me. I'm gonna either melt, cry, laugh, cum, or pass out, or all of the above.
I realised I was staring at him for a little too long, I turned around and decided to do some cleaning, cleaning won't hurt, Paul sure as hell doesn't clean in here. Do the usual restock of the napkins, cups, forks, spoons, knives, lids, straws, and all the other coffee shop stuff.
I turned around and saw Brian staring at me, I heated up so fast, I'm sweating everywhere, and I mean EVERYWHERE. We locked eyes for a minute, he signaled for me to come to his table. Okay, here we go, don't embarrass yourself now Roger, let's go.
He smiled when I walked over. "Do you like music?" Strange question but, okay. "Uhhh, yeah? Why?" "Well a handsome fella like you shouldn't be working in a coffee shop, I just opened a record store with some pals of mine. You should come in some time hang out for a bit, and we might let you in. You can work with the cool kids." He smiled at me.
He called me handsome, I can already feel me face turn red. "Uh, yeah, yeah. where are you guys located?" "We're called Queen's Records, we are just down the road, I'll give you my number." He hands me a napkin with his number and the record store's number, I smiled down at it. "Yeah, I'll stop by tomorrow after work at like 2?" "yeah that works for us, we're open 12pm to 6pm." I nodded, excitement practically oozing out of me. I tossed him the sweetest grin I could give him.
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Brian stood up, and right before he opened the door he turned to me and said, "By the way, we dont have uniforms." He shot me a grin and left, his wooden clogs clicking with him. I'm gonna faint, he is so smooth, he's an angel, a very handsome angel that makes me think about sinning with him in so many ways. I gotta push those thoughts out if my head for right now, gotta focus. I looked at the clock it said 12:47pm, 2 more hours I can do this.
--leaving work--
Closing finally, I can sit down and actually think about what happened today, a new job, or as brian called it, working with the cool kids. I need to smoke.
I got home and I immediatly crashed into bed its only 2 pm but I want to sleep, Elton takes my place after 2 pm at seven seas coffee, hes a nice guy, gay but I mean who isn't? I reached into my pocket and felt the napkin, maybe I should call him, what would I say though? I'll call him tomorrow after I meet him. I hope his friends like me, they better. I'm fucking Roger Taylor what's not to like? I have nothing to do, tv will have to do, only 15 minutes of sitting on the couch and I already fell asleep.
My eyes shot open as I felt the sun practically yelling at me to get the fuck up, I looked at the clock on my wall, 6am. You have go to be fucking kidding me.
amother day.
AN- first chapter of my first book !! i know that there is a possibility no one will read this but if you do read this, hi !! thank you for reading. Did you guys like it?
if I should change anything what should I change ?? I love feedback !!this story is unedited by the way, sorry for mistakes.
