A/N: Again, something already on Tumblr but that I changed some few things! Read and give me your opinions, they are super important!


Who would've guessed? The guy became a regular! Billy Joe Cobra got the habit of stopping by that insignificant café almost every morning(how did he get time in his "busy schedule" to go there every day? I don't know, you tell me). Some waiters even got used to him by now, while others began to hate him. How, you ask? You know, when you get to know someone, sometimes, all that glamorous façade starts to melt away, revealing a very unexpected side of this person. Not everyone, however, noticed that. Some still admired him like he was an awesome, talented, sexy and fan-loving god. Regardless, both of them clearly missed all the chances to see the real Billy. The Billy who can't appear in concerts or interviews. This Billy is really laid-back person. Talks about all kinds of unnecessary things and has some pretty weird opinions. He's also really distracted, trips a lot, almost tears up when he hits something hard and lets stuff fall a lot. Basically, nothing stayed in place when Billy Joe Cobra was in the house, and he was scolded a lot because of that, to which he stomped his foot on the ground and insisted he didn't do anything. Long story short: he was a big baby.

But we can't also completely rule out this part of him that does appears on concerts and interviews, we can't say it's not part of him, that part is still there. When conversing with someone, no matter the subject, Billy would always find a way to turn the conversation his way, talk about himself, brag about something, and whenever the conversation trailed off something he didn't mind, he'd either stop paying attention or struggle to make it interesting to him again. He was also very picky about his orders, if they didn't come out as he wanted he wouldn't even touch the plate and refused to pay, he even brings his own custom-made cup! A white coffee mug with his face imprinted on it and the letters BJC below it. That was the cup he requested his coffee to be served, or else, he wouldn't drink anything.

I would be lying if I said I'm the author of all those observations. In fact, they were all noticed by a very familiar someone. What was his name again? Speller? Spenis?… Oh, right, Spencer, thank you. So, Spencer started to give Billy way more attention than the others. He started paying attention to stuff he never actually cared about some time ago. For him, as long as he knew the regular's names and tastes it was ok, he didn't need to know their height, weight, eye color, hair color… Why was Spencer suddenly paying attention to stupid details as that? He never even cared about Billy when he was just a famous singer, dammit! Now, all that filled his mind during the times he wasn't on duty was Billy. The boy caught himself staring at the man countless times and memorizing trivial things such as his morning routine. Every day, around thirty minutes after the café opened, Billy slammed the doors of the establishment open, looked around the place for a few instants and walked to the nearest table on the second column to his left. There, he just threw his body in the chair, leaving one arm hanging behind the seat and the other occupied with the menu, his legs crossed and fully stretched under the table. Then, he'd always request Spencer as his attendant and ask for varied cakes. Usually, he'd just have the peanut butter cake(don't worry, the owners decided to use the smooth peanut butter on the recipe, to make things easier), but sometimes he asked for a chocolate mousse cake and, rarely, he asked for a banana cake(accompanied by jokes about bananas that Spencer found annoying). The coffee was always cappuccino with fluffy frosting, always served at his custom-made cup. When served, Billy wouldn't talk or listen to anyone, he'd just focus on eating his delicious desserts. He eats fast, doesn't chew his food completely and drinks a lot of coffee to wash it down, his mouth would always be dirty but at least he had the decency to use a napkin to clean it after he finished eating. Then, he tapped his belly three times, maintained some more small talk with the employees who still handled him and off he was to pay the bill and leave an insignificant tip to his favorite bro, who was also requested to be the cashier by the rock star. After the bill being paid, Billy waved everyone goodbye and left the café, with a satisfied smile on his face.

Spencer never actually chose to notice all those things, he simply… Did. His mind focused on Billy by itself, and, no matter how hard the boy tried to take his thoughts away from him, it always found a way to indirectly turn his thoughts into Billy-themed thoughts. "I wonder what Billy would think of this", "Would Billy like this thing?", "Oh man, this is so Billy!", "Dude, can you imagine Billy's face if he saw this?".

- Hey, Spencer, he's here, man! – A not so soft whisper brought our hero back to the real world, that, casually, was also Billy-themed. There's no escape, huh, Spencer?

- Huh? Oh, sorry, I was kinda dozing off there – Spencer answered, searching his apron's pocket for his pen and notebook.

The guy who warned the teen about our beloved rock sensation's arriving was probably the only guy who actually made some effort into helping Spencer not get his butt into trouble: Rajeev. I told you everyone began disliking Spencer after he became Billy Joe's very own favorite, didn't I? Well, as Billy began visiting the café every morning, he always chose our boy to serve him, and built a very strong bond with him, making the waiter and waitresses who were struggling to get his attention jealous. I mean, come on, the boy wasn't even his fan! He never went to one of his concerts, never bought any of his CDs and probably always switched channels when any BJC related program was on. He was a nobody! A nobody compared to all those beautiful, caring, Cobraheads in that café. They deserved Billy Joe's attention, not that crappy teenager.

But, well, hated or not, Spencer still had to do his job, and he can't help it if he's being requested right now. So, notebook in hands, he walked to the table where Billy was, rounded by other employees trying to do some chitchat that would impress him and make him like them.

- What's up, dude? – Said Spencer. It's pretty obvious from here that he had become really comfortable around that customer, no hard feelings, no need to be formal, and the owners didn't seem to mind either, so why not?

- Pretty tired, that's what's up – the man answered, sliding in the chair until the back of his head was rested in the backrest – anyway, I'll just have the usual peanut butter cake and cappuccino – he finished, slowly turning his head to Spencer and handing his cup to him.

The boy nodded and grabbed the cup, turning his back and going to the balcony to get the cake and coffee ready. Since Billy was apparently tired today, he heard his voice less in the conversations that echoed in the silent café, even though all the talking was directed at Billy himself.

- Spencer, are you coming to the café's birthday party tonight? – The first thing Spencer heard when he arrived at the table and placed Billy's order in it came from the mouth of a girl a year older than him.

Spencer raised an eyebrow and took some time to answer. That lady was one of the girls who hated him the most. Out of all the Cobraheads in that place, she was by far the most fanatic, and consecutively the first one to hate our hero with the force of a thousand suns. Why was she interested in his appearance in the café's birthday party?

- Guess I'll go, I don't have many things to do today, and since it's Friday and I don't work tomorrow… - He answered, pulling a chair to sit with Billy. He got a habit of doing that when there weren't any other customers to be served and after Billy himself asked him to do so numerous times.

- Oh, that's just fantastic, isn't it, Mr. Cobra? Your little friend will come! Why don't you grace us with your presence too?! – There's the reason. Spoken in a very high-pitched tone and a desperately excited look in the girl's face.

- That sounds like a great idea, sis – much to everyone's surprise, the world famous rock star accept the invitation to take part in that little café's small commemoration.

- What? Why? Don't you have way better stuff to do or something? – Someone asked. Probably one of the Billy Joe Haters in the place.

- Parties can always be squeezed in my agenda – he answered, pushing the now empty plate centimeters away from him and tapping his belly three times.

- Billy, you know it's not a party, it's just a little commemoration, you know? There won't be a DJ or a dance floor or anything like that… - Spencer explained.

- A party's a party! Besides, it's more time to spend with my brotato, right? – Billy answered, poking Spencer's arms. That made the boy blush slightly. Maybe no one would have noticed if he didn't make the effort to look away and try to hide it, catching people's attention – Alright, brojangles, let's go pay.

Bill paid, tip received, goodbye waved and the famous Billy Joe Cobra was out. Spencer decided to go to the kitchen and do the dishes, leaving the other few customers that arrived to the other waiters. However, while he was whistling his way to the sink, a hand grabbed him and pulled him into the food storage. The teenager tried to scream, but another hand quickly covered his mouth and the boy ended up shoved into the limited space of the food storage, amongst vegetables and other kind of ingredients while his kidnapper locked the door.

- Ok, Spencer Wright…. – The shadow said, turning his head and slowly walking into a place where the small light of the place would illuminate his self – What is your relationship to Billy Joe Cobra? – Oh, no… It was that little fanatic lady we saw earlier… Gosh, she is screwed in the head, man.

- What? What are you doing?! Cut the bullcrap already, we all got stuff to do! – You preach it, Spencer.

- I don't care! I need to know! Answer my question right now! – The girl's voice was bubbly and cute, but when she screamed like that it was so high that made your ears hurt, it also had a tone of desperation that scratched her voice, constantly cracking it.

- We're friends! Come on, stop being a lunatic! What are you gonna say now? That we're dating?! – The poor boy hadn't realized the accusation he just made to himself until it was too late…

- Oh my god. I knew it. I knew it! You guys are boyfriends! I can't believe it! It's all ruined! My perfect dream is ruined because of you! You did this! You little scram! I devoted myself to Billy Joe Cobra. I planned everything. I had a perfect plan to catch his attention and make him like me! I even planned our wedding! Everything was set, and then he walked into our small café and I knew that was my moment! I knew that was my chance to get him! But then he saw you! You little pest! If you weren't here our life would be perfect! – The lady screamed, word after word, without even breathing and not leaving a single break for Spencer to protest. Not like he even would, the dude just stood there, dumbfounded.

- Where do I even begin… - He muttered – Your sentence is so full of crap, I'm impressed.

- But don't think you're just gonna walk away with my man, Spencer Wright! I'll still convert him! I'll save him from your homosexual web of evil and bring him into the marvelous life I had planned for us! Don't even try to stop me, boy, because I won't give up until Billy Joe Cobra is mine, hear me? Mine! – Apparently, she didn't listen to a single word Spencer said, and even had the poker face to leave right after she finished, not bothering listening the little man's answer to all that useless talk.

Spencer let out a heavy sigh and left the storage to finally do the dishes. He easily forgot all that girl said. It was too dumb and, frankly, a bit disturbing, so forgetting about it all felt like the best choice.

A long time had passed. Hours. The sun had already set and it was night already. And our hero found himself in a dilemma: what clothing he would put on for the café's birthday party?

That was a fairly new dilemma. He had only been to one café birthday commemoration, this being the second year he worked there, but the first year the party actually mattered something to him. Maybe- no, wait, definitely- because Billy Joe would attend. Spencer didn't really know why, but he had the feeling he should look nice tonight, it was the first time he'd see Billy and not bring him his coffee and cake, it was important. So he put on his best non-movie related shirt and a jacket, combined with his newest jeans and sneakers. His hair was the only thing he didn't bother styling, just brushed a little more to make sure it would stay in place during the whole party.

Taking his time to look fine, the boy lost the bus to the café and ended up having to ask his father for a ride. The man gladly accepted, saying how he missed taking his son to places in his car. But, asking for the ride had his own disadvantages: Spencer had to face his whole family commenting on his really thought through dressing choice, saying he had a date there and was trying to impress her. That wouldn't usually really bother the guy, but it bothered him especially that time because the first person who came into his mind was Billy, and it reminded him of the talk he had with his crazy female fan that assumed they were dating, and just now he realized how dangerous that is. Gossip travels fast, he could practically feel his co-workers whispering about how Billy Joe's fave waiter was also his boyfriend. That almost made him give up on the idea of going to the party, but a portion of his mind still wanted to go, still wanted to make all the effort he put into looking fine worth it, so he gave in to that part and tried to forget his negative thoughts.

At the café's entrance, he gave a deep breath and stepped in. The music that was a little muffled soon became clear: Billy Joe Cobra was singing one of his songs. Some song about himself(not surprising). Everyone was paying attention to his performance and no one noticed the teen coming in. Well, not everyone, one person saw him.

- Hey, there, Edgar Allan Bro! – Billy said, during the instrumental break in his music, making every single person in that place to turn their head to Spencer's direction.

The boy awkwardly waved at the people and quickly ran to the kitchen, trying to run away from all the attention he didn't want to receive.

As soon as he closed the thick door, the music playing became just muffled noise with a barely audible voice singing something. Spencer decided to spend some time inside the place until Billy stopped singing and people eventually forgot that he was there. He walked to the sink and grabbed one of the glasses he cleaned that morning to fill with water. Then, he sat on an empty space in the balcony and began gulping down his water. The boy finished his drink in three gulps, letting out a sigh and sitting the cup by his side, just to almost jump in surprise when he turned to face the kitchen in front of him.

- Hey there, brohancer!

- Billy! Jesus, man, you scared me! You look like a ghost. Silent and appearing when the protagonist is all alone in a dark room – Spencer said, with a vaguely annoyed face. When did the man even arrive there?

- Don't talk about ghosts, dude! They're scary! – Billy exclaimed, looking around to make sure nothing spooky was around.

Spencer let out a sounded laugh.

- Sorry, man, I forgot you're a scaredy cat! – He teased.

- That's not it! It's just…. Ghosts… They… Ah, nevermind! I came here to give you this! – The man said, handing a scrap of paper with a phone number written on it.

- What's this? – The younger boy asked, staring at the paper but not taking it in his hands.

- My personal phone – Billy answered, as if it was no big deal.

- Why would I need your personal phone number? – Spencer asked, turning his eyes to Billy.

- So we can hang out more! – The rock sensation said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world(and, let's face it, it kinda was).

- What? But I thought you could only squeeze parties in your agenda – The boy exclaimed, still not taking the paper.

- Well, there are some other types of exceptions – Billy answered, changing the expression to one Spencer didn't remember seeing in his face, but that looked really suspicious.

- What other exceptions? – He asked, furrowing his brow suspiciously.

At that moment, Billy's face lit up, as if he's been waiting for that question to be made a long time. He quickly grabbed Spencer's head and brought it closer to his, forcing their lips to meet.

Spencer was caught by surprise, and remained wide eyed for the first seconds, but gave in to the kiss surprisingly quickly and without resisting, letting his friend(friend?) deepen their unison passionately. The kiss had a hint of desperation in it, as if it had been a thing both of them wanted to do for a long time.

When their lips parted, they still stood in that post-pleasure sensation, just staring at each other for a while, not thinking about anything, just enjoying each other's presence.

- This sort of exceptions – Billy was the first one to break this silence, bringing Spencer into the shocking reality of what they just made. The boy blushed furiously and looked away. He wanted to say something but didn't actually had something to say. He enjoyed it, after all.

A new silence arrived. More awkward than the other. Both the males tried to find something to distract themselves with, fiddling with their fingers or wandering their gaze into anything but their companion. Until Spencer eventually got tired of it.

- So, are we… Dating?

- I don't know, do you want to date me? – Billy answered, now looking at his bro's face, that still remained looking at something else.

Spencer thought about it for a moment, until he finally faced Billy with an answer.

- I guess so…

That made Billy radiate with happiness.

- I can't hear you! – The man excitedly said, putting his hand around his ear.

- I guess so! – Spencer repeated, in a louder tone, and then letting out a sounded laugh, soon accompanied by Billy.

Spencer's new boyfriend pulled the boy in for a hug and kissed his forehead. They both had a nice feeling at that moment. A feeling they couldn't explain since they have never felt it before. All they knew was that it was nice, and they never wanted it to go away, and you can be sure that both will do their best to keep that feeling alive. Together.

Well, this story had a happy ending. But we all know that for a happy ending to occur, someone had to have a sad ending. And the person who had that awful ending was that one girl who is currently stomping on the glass shards that once were a glass cup she used to eavesdrop our main character's conversations. I don't think this lady needs explaining, we both know exactly who she is.