More fic.
Author’s notes: Okay, for those of you who haven’t been paying attention, part 6 is up on skellingtonjon’s journal. Also, La Prima Tazza is a coffee shop in Lawrence, KS. I don’t know coffee shops in London, but I will have to find some, as I am adamantly anti-Starbucks.
They had agreed to meet at a coffee shop in Camden. Nati wandered out of the train station, toward the markets. La Prima Tazza was just a small stand near Cyberdog, but it was her favorite. As she walked, she tried as well as she could to block the radio waves coming from the various shops out of her head. *Stupid crap power,* she thought as she grabbed her iPod headphones in an attempt to drown out the cacophony in her head. At least once she got near Cyberdog, there would be good music bouncing around.
She still couldn’t quite remember what this Jono character looked like. Was he shorter or taller? The one in the Misfits shirt or no?
She had thought she gave her card to the taller one.
“Nati?”
She whirled around.
“Well. I know we weren’t supposed to meet until the coffee shop, but your hair makes you … sort of obvious.”
*Wow, never heard that before,* she thought. She smiled and shook his hand. “Well, better that you recognize me, because I barely remember getting home last night.”
They continued walking, small-talking their way to the coffee shop.
“So, you’re in a band, huh?” Nati cocked an eyebrow as they waited for their drinks.
“Yeah,” Jono replied. “Me and a few of my mates.”
“You look sort of familiar,” she said. “You played in Brixton ever?”
“Can’t say as we have. Maybe it’s just from last night?”
“I guess …”
_______________
Brian, foaming lager in hand, hit play on the stereo. KMFDM’s “Retro” album. *Perfect,* he thought. *All the hits, since I’ve no clue what Jono’s done with the rest of my KMFDM albums.* The kitten stood on top of one of the speakers, staring at him.
“Fuck off.”
As “Juke Joint Jezebel” came on, Brian gave the volume knob on the stereo one full turn to the right, to an almost deafening decibel level. Almost.
The kitten screeched as the speaker shuddered underneath it’s paws and leapt onto the floor, bounding out of the room.
Brian proceeded to headbang his way around the living room. “Beeee miiiiiiiiiiiiine! Sister salvatiooooooooooon!” he screamed along with the music.
Suddenly, there was a jolt of pain in his head. All the lights went out, along with the rest of the electricity, and the last thing he remembered was seeing the kitten coming toward him as he hit the floor with a resounding thud.
___________________
“So this is great coffee,” Jono said. “I didn’t even know about this place, and I live up here.”
Nati smiled. “Best kept secret in Camden,” she said. This guy was really something, she thought. Not like most of the bastards she met. Didn’t seem like the type who was only out for sex, but then, they never did seem that way at first.
They were wandering around the market when Jono grabbed a long, fitted leather jacket. “Think this’ll be good on me?” He put it on and spun around.
“Ugh. So not you. Give it.” Nati put the jacket away, found a smaller labcoat-style jacket in blue vinyl and slipped it on.
“Oh, but that is so you,” Jono said, pulling her toward him.
Nati grinned. “You think?”
Jono bent his head down toward hers. “Oh yes,” he said; and kissed her.
Two hours later …
Jono and Nati stepped off the Tube in Brixton. “I can’t believe you came all the way back here just to make sure I got here all right,” she said.
“Well, you never know when someone’ll leave an unidentified parcel, right?”
“There might just be some gentleman in you yet, Mr. Starsmore.” She linked arms with him as they stepped back into the sunlight. “Rare day, isn’t it?”
“Perfect day, more like,” he said. She laughed.
“Well, that’s my flat right there, so …” She looked down.
“Yeah, I’ve got band practice in an hour. But it was great, y’know? Hanging out and all.”
“Yeah. Call me?”
He leaned in for another kiss. “Absolutely.”
She walked into her flat, eyes lingering on Jono as he walked down the road back to the Underground. Inside, no one was home. After collapsing on the floor and giggling uncontrollably, she went into her room and switched the computer on.
*Another mail from this Brian guy … wonder if I should tell him about this afternoon?*
From: Brainwaster420@yahoo.co.uk
To: bitsofsound@gmail.com
Subject: Weird Day
I went to Heaven too! Wonder if I saw you? Probably did- but probably don't remember it, hahaha! Hope the guy who took your card doesn't turn out to have been one of my friends- they're all pricks, or gay.
And Jono's both, hahahaha, Just Kidding. Honest.
Weird day followed my weird dreams- there was a power failure in the petrol station when I was buying milk and beers (the breakfast of champions, no?) but when I got back to the house there seemed to be no sign it had gone any further, because the house was fine...
...if a little untidy. My housemates are pigs.
Anyway... post those pics!
Bri
(who now has to go rescue a kitten.)
(from the bath, of all places.)
(honestly...)
Nati grinned and grabbed her digital camera. Snapping a few quick shots of herself, she edited for size and uploaded them to her AintIGreat profile. *There. Updated. That last hair color was just completely outdated. We’ll see what he thinks of the purple.*
From: bitsofsound@gmail.com
To: brainwaster420@yahoo.co.uk
Re: Weird day
That’s fucked up. You went to Heaven, I went to Heaven, I gave my card to some asshole who turned out to be named Jono …
… Who couldn’t possibly be your friend because he’s certainly not gay and definitely not a prick. Spent all day looking at leather and vinyl jackets in Camden. Kind of rare to find a guy who’ll go shopping with you, right?
Anyway. I put those pics up. Now, I showed you mine … how about you show me yours?
Nati
(who hopes the kitten is okay)
(and what was it doing in the bath?)
(you have a fucked up cat)
I promised this to skellingtonjon by the time he woke up today. Which was hours ago. I suck, but hopefully, this makes your day a bit better? You can write your angst over the stupid bastards at the job place into your next installment!
They had agreed to meet at a coffee shop in Camden. Nati wandered out of the train station, toward the markets. La Prima Tazza was just a small stand near Cyberdog, but it was her favorite. As she walked, she tried as well as she could to block the radio waves coming from the various shops out of her head. *Stupid crap power,* she thought as she grabbed her iPod headphones in an attempt to drown out the cacophony in her head. At least once she got near Cyberdog, there would be good music bouncing around.
She still couldn’t quite remember what this Jono character looked like. Was he shorter or taller? The one in the Misfits shirt or no?
She had thought she gave her card to the taller one.
“Nati?”
She whirled around.
“Well. I know we weren’t supposed to meet until the coffee shop, but your hair makes you … sort of obvious.”
*Wow, never heard that before,* she thought. She smiled and shook his hand. “Well, better that you recognize me, because I barely remember getting home last night.”
They continued walking, small-talking their way to the coffee shop.
“So, you’re in a band, huh?” Nati cocked an eyebrow as they waited for their drinks.
“Yeah,” Jono replied. “Me and a few of my mates.”
“You look sort of familiar,” she said. “You played in Brixton ever?”
“Can’t say as we have. Maybe it’s just from last night?”
“I guess …”
_______________
Brian, foaming lager in hand, hit play on the stereo. KMFDM’s “Retro” album. *Perfect,* he thought. *All the hits, since I’ve no clue what Jono’s done with the rest of my KMFDM albums.* The kitten stood on top of one of the speakers, staring at him.
“Fuck off.”
As “Juke Joint Jezebel” came on, Brian gave the volume knob on the stereo one full turn to the right, to an almost deafening decibel level. Almost.
The kitten screeched as the speaker shuddered underneath it’s paws and leapt onto the floor, bounding out of the room.
Brian proceeded to headbang his way around the living room. “Beeee miiiiiiiiiiiiine! Sister salvatiooooooooooon!” he screamed along with the music.
Suddenly, there was a jolt of pain in his head. All the lights went out, along with the rest of the electricity, and the last thing he remembered was seeing the kitten coming toward him as he hit the floor with a resounding thud.
___________________
“So this is great coffee,” Jono said. “I didn’t even know about this place, and I live up here.”
Nati smiled. “Best kept secret in Camden,” she said. This guy was really something, she thought. Not like most of the bastards she met. Didn’t seem like the type who was only out for sex, but then, they never did seem that way at first.
They were wandering around the market when Jono grabbed a long, fitted leather jacket. “Think this’ll be good on me?” He put it on and spun around.
“Ugh. So not you. Give it.” Nati put the jacket away, found a smaller labcoat-style jacket in blue vinyl and slipped it on.
“Oh, but that is so you,” Jono said, pulling her toward him.
Nati grinned. “You think?”
Jono bent his head down toward hers. “Oh yes,” he said; and kissed her.
Two hours later …
Jono and Nati stepped off the Tube in Brixton. “I can’t believe you came all the way back here just to make sure I got here all right,” she said.
“Well, you never know when someone’ll leave an unidentified parcel, right?”
“There might just be some gentleman in you yet, Mr. Starsmore.” She linked arms with him as they stepped back into the sunlight. “Rare day, isn’t it?”
“Perfect day, more like,” he said. She laughed.
“Well, that’s my flat right there, so …” She looked down.
“Yeah, I’ve got band practice in an hour. But it was great, y’know? Hanging out and all.”
“Yeah. Call me?”
He leaned in for another kiss. “Absolutely.”
She walked into her flat, eyes lingering on Jono as he walked down the road back to the Underground. Inside, no one was home. After collapsing on the floor and giggling uncontrollably, she went into her room and switched the computer on.
*Another mail from this Brian guy … wonder if I should tell him about this afternoon?*
From: Brainwaster420@yahoo.co.uk
To: bitsofsound@gmail.com
Subject: Weird Day
I went to Heaven too! Wonder if I saw you? Probably did- but probably don't remember it, hahaha! Hope the guy who took your card doesn't turn out to have been one of my friends- they're all pricks, or gay.
And Jono's both, hahahaha, Just Kidding. Honest.
Weird day followed my weird dreams- there was a power failure in the petrol station when I was buying milk and beers (the breakfast of champions, no?) but when I got back to the house there seemed to be no sign it had gone any further, because the house was fine...
...if a little untidy. My housemates are pigs.
Anyway... post those pics!
Bri
(who now has to go rescue a kitten.)
(from the bath, of all places.)
(honestly...)
Nati grinned and grabbed her digital camera. Snapping a few quick shots of herself, she edited for size and uploaded them to her AintIGreat profile. *There. Updated. That last hair color was just completely outdated. We’ll see what he thinks of the purple.*
From: bitsofsound@gmail.com
To: brainwaster420@yahoo.co.uk
Re: Weird day
That’s fucked up. You went to Heaven, I went to Heaven, I gave my card to some asshole who turned out to be named Jono …
… Who couldn’t possibly be your friend because he’s certainly not gay and definitely not a prick. Spent all day looking at leather and vinyl jackets in Camden. Kind of rare to find a guy who’ll go shopping with you, right?
Anyway. I put those pics up. Now, I showed you mine … how about you show me yours?
Nati
(who hopes the kitten is okay)
(and what was it doing in the bath?)
(you have a fucked up cat)
I promised this to skellingtonjon by the time he woke up today. Which was hours ago. I suck, but hopefully, this makes your day a bit better? You can write your angst over the stupid bastards at the job place into your next installment!