Not The British Average [Asking Alexandria Fan Fiction]

"I wonder who's on that bus," she said, obviously referring to the huge double decker bus infront of us. I shrugged my shoulders and put the ciggarette out in the ashtray compartment under the car radio. I pulled my over-the-shoulder bag over my shoulder and took my car keys from the ignition of the car. I stepped out of the car and Ava followed suit. I locked the car up and began walking toward the coffee shop, walking around the back of the bus.

"Asking Alexandria..." Ava spoke aloud. "What?" I asked, looking over to her as we walked. "That's what the bumper sticker said..." she replied with a shrug. I contorted my face to a confused expression and shrugged it off. We walked into the coffee shop and noticed the baristas all looked like they'd seen a ghost, or atleast someone famous. Ava and I walked up to the counter and I ordered a mocha decaf and a hazelnut muffin and she ordered a straight black coffee.

"That'll be $16.78, please." the peppy, blonde cashier recited as she smiled at us, her bright blue eyes sparkling. I grimaced slightly at how happy she was so early in the morning and reached in my backpocket for my wallet.

"There's no need for that, pretty lady..." a male's British accented voice said. "Thanks but I have my own mo-" I turned around, ready to tell the guy off but my mouth dropped.