What are the odds? (Part One)
Sooooo since today is Izzy’s birthday I decided to write a fic that’s gonna be a little series if everything goes as planned. This first part is a bit boring but better ones are coming! I’d really appreciatte any feedback since I’m quite new to writing and I’m not very confident in my writing. I hope you enjoy!
Pairing: Reader x Izzy Stradlin
Word count: 805
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It’s been a while since you were last at the record store and since it was a nice thursday afternoon you decided to go and get the Aerosmith record you’ve been wanting to get for so long. They were your favourite band since you were 10 years old.
A guy behind the cash-register greeted you with a bored look when you entered. That’s a way to attract costumers. Minding your own business you started going through piles of records, searching for the one you’re hoping to find. When you finally find it, you take it to the cashier.
A skinny, short and somehow unkempt looking guy at the cash-register takes what you chose and looks at you with a scrunched face.
“Aerosmith? Really? They suck you know.” As he speaks you can smell his stinky breath and you have to keep yourself together not to say a word. He really just said what he said huh?
“Judging by your breath maybe you swallow?”
He gives you a wide look, obviously not expecting that kind of answer. He made your blood boil and being the kind of girl you were you couldn’t keep quiet. Who does he think he is?
You slap the money on the wooden counter, take your new record and head out of the store. Walking past the window you catch the cashier’s attention and give him the middle finger, not really paying attention to where you’re walking on the sidewalk.
As soon as you turn your head forwards, you bump into someone’s chest or said better, you crush hard into someone. You hear glass shattering and you see a bottle of wine being shattered on the floor, the red liquor spilled everywhere.
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me!”
Only then you notice who actually was that someone. It was a black long haired guy, dark sunglasses covering his eyes. His figure skinny but some muscle is still seen on his arms and toned stomach that’s been showing thanks to his shirt tied in the front, barely hiding any of his upper front. With his skinny black jeans, brown boots and a black bandana in his hair he looked like he could be a rock dude.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking.” You said somewhat annoyed.
“Well I could fucking see that, you smashed my bottle!”
I probably just screwed his booze for today so I felt the tinniest remorse about it.
“Look I’m sorry I-“ you were cut off by him.
“You could have been watching where you walk!”
“Maybe you could!” Your last bits of remorse was gone after his next comment.
“Fuck off, bitch.” He stated casually, blowing smoke of the cigarette he’s been smoking. He kicked at what was left of his bottle and continued walking like nothing has happened.
You shout the who do you think you are question after him but he does not respond at all. This was the second time in less than five minutes you’ve been asking yourself the same question as before, who does he think he is?
After the little incident you rush back to your apartment, feeling angry.
Unlocking the front door you can hear your roommate shuffling her feet through the wooden floor of your living room. You don’t want to deal with her right now. Opening the door, you step inside and put your keys on top of a little cupboard behind the door.
“Wow, who did this to you?” She asked, her blue eyes widened at her confusion but you can sense the mocking tone in her voice that says she enjoys seeing you pissed off. She told you before it’s funny how your cheeks burn bright red and how you unknowingly start throwing things.
“Some dickhead bumped into me and he called me a bitch.” You tell her, without meeting her eyes.
She bursts out laughing as if it’s the best thing she’s heard today. It probably is.
“C’mon let me lighten up your mood, we’re going out tonight down to the Troubadour! Some new band’s playing and I’ve heard they’re not bad.”
You really were not in a mood but maybe a little booze’s gonna cheer you up.
“I don’t know..” You know you’re going, you just love teasing her.
“Maybe we meet some guys, maybe we like the band and we could you know get to know them better. Rockstars do it better, I’m telling you.” her grin tells more than her words and you’re immediately down for it. Who knows, maybe you really get to know some good guys. After all, what’s the worst that can happen?
“Maybe that guy who called me a bitch goes there and I can tell him to fuck off too.”
Y/F/N just grins wider and shakes her head.
If only you’d known karma’s a bitch.
