Chapter Two of this story! Sorry it's taken so long to get it up here! I update on Tumblr so I forget to update on here but... *shrugs* So grammar issues and typo that I'm too fed up to fix right now. 18 hours awake and counting and it's freaking 10 am. leave me alone.

Chapter Two

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"Shanilla, I need you to be honest with me." Shanilla jumped, not having heard heard her best friend and fellow coworker walking towards her, another one of the reasons she hated working mornings. She was so always so tired she kept missing all of the important details. "Have I finally lost my mind from lack of sleep?" To be fair it was a legitimate concern, since the current time was somewhere around five in the morning.

"Um...no, no I don't think so... Why would you ask?" The woman was a bit concerned, what with her best friend asking if he was loosing his mind or not.

"Because I think I'm hallucinating that Billy Joe Cobra just walked into the shop," Spencer muttered back, looking both confused and worried over his current mental state while gesturing vaguely towards the front door. Shanilla just raised an eyebrow, looking confused. She hadn't even heard the bell ring for the door.

"Spencer... Maybe you should get some more sleep at night...I sincerely doubt that the famous- Oh...my..." Shanilla trailed off, hands coming up to cover her mouth in surprise. "Spencer, if you're hallucinating than so am I," the woman spoke, voice almost a whisper as both stared at just who had walked through the door into the little coffee shop they worked at.

It was none other than famous rock star Billy Joe Cobra.

Said rock star was finishing up his cigarette near the front door, which was still open so as to let the smoke out. As soon as the last dregs burned out he sighed, releasing the smoke, and threw the stub outside into a nearby bin. Spencer watched as the man walked towards the counter, looking like absolute hell that hadn't slept for days. Which really was a shame because the guy was cute- Whoa...where did that come from...

"Yo," the man muttered, stopping in front of the two and looking like he was half-asleep and barely standing. "Venti one pump caramel, one pump white mocha, two scoops vanilla bean powder, extra ice frappuchina with two shots poured over the top – apagotto style. Caramel drizzle under and on top of the whipped cream and double cupped."

After he finished silence reigned over the three for a few seconds. Billy could barely keep his eyes open, Shanilla's mouth was hanging open, and Spencer simply looked as if someone had asked him to recite high-level college calculus from the top of his head.

"Did you get that?" the man asked, one eyebrow raised and voice so full of snark Spencer was almost positive that Shanilla was going to punch the man, rock star status be damned. The fact the woman was shaking and clenching her hands into rather tight fists didn't really help matters, either.

"Uh, yeah, don't worry! We got it," Spencer grinned, Billy's eyes flickering over the man before watching him nudge Shanilla away and towards the end of the bar where they made the drinks. The star didn't seem to care after that since he quickly found a seat at the counter, slumping down and looking as if he had fallen asleep as soon as he had.

Spencer meanwhile was panicking and praying to whatever god was in charge of these situations would listen and not let his memory fail him now. He really didn't want to deal with a fussy, tired rock star in their little coffee shop. Even if the guy was pretty cute... Okay, gorgeous.

"That conceited little piece of-" Shanilla started hissing swears under her breath, trying to cut herself off before she said something that she would later regret. Although...she didn't think she would ever regret any rude thing she would say about that brat. "Just because he's famous he thinks he can go and harasses us by ordering something that probably doesn't even exist."

Shaking his head clear Spencer concentrated on Shanilla, trying to understand her furious rant speak. "What? No, it exists," the man chuckled, seemingly more amused at the current situation more than anything. His friend throwing a hissy fit was rare and he always enjoyed watching the girl fume. "It's just really hard to make and I've, like, only done it once I think...and that was ages ago..."

Lost in thought Spencer hummed, remembering the first time he had made it and how the drink has turned out perfect. He really hoped he could channel whatever had possessed him back then. Stepping around the still fuming woman Spencer grabbed a cup and set to work, working quickly. Shanilla watched him in shock, the man's hands moving quicker than she could keep track of.

She sometimes forget that Spencer was the best worker the shop had ever seen.

"Just don't worry about it, Shanil," Spencer hummed, working in content, "I can handle this and you can get the others." It was true there were others in the little shop but they were the early morning workers who had been coming here for years. The woman was pretty sure none of them even noticed that a famous rock star had just walked through their door.

Well...to be fair the man really didn't look like he usually did. He was dressed in a rather loose, gray hoodie, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, and a pair of black leather skinny jeans that Shanilla was sure she would be drooling over if she wasn't so annoyed by the man's behavior. Under the hoodie was what looked like a purple BJC tour shirt, which the woman snorted at. Conceited indeed.

The blue strip in the man's hair, right near the hairline, was probably throwing the other patrons as well, since Billy Joe Cobra didn't have any color in his hair during concerts. Shanilla had to admit that the strip was cute, even if she didn't like his attitude. In fact...the only thing that was pure Billy Joe Cobra was the spiked bracelets on each wrist and the rather nice gray boots.

Shanilla noticed the rock star was watching her coworker with one eye half-open, looking slightly impressed. Turning her back she watched Spencer, who was still making the order quickly and efficiently. She had to admit...it was impressive. "I don't get it...how can you put up with that with a smile?" Shanilla half-asked, not really expecting an answer.

"Oh, well, my sister wasn't really a morning person either," Spencer shrugged, slightly slowing in his work so he could talk. "So I guess I kinda got used to bossy orders in the morning...besides, she was much worse. She used to use karate moves on me when she didn't get her way," the man muttered, suppressing a shiver at the memory. "And she was a black-belt..."

The two hear a noise from behind them and turn to see that Billy had his head buried back into his arms, looking like he had fallen asleep again. They were pretty sure they had heard a noise that could have been a snort but they weren't too sure since it had happened so fast.

Spencer finished up the order, Shanilla sighing and heading off to deal with the other customers, she'd let Spencer handle the whiny brat of a star. The man just grinned and suppressed a chuckle before passing his female coworker, setting the order down in front of the older man with a dull clunk that caused him to raise his head halfheartedly.

Billy's eyes widened at the perfect looking coffee and the even more perfect looking scone that was sitting in front of him. He was sure that if he wasn't so tired he would already have been drooling over that scone. Looking up at the man in front of him he titled his head, looking slightly confused. "I didn't order the scone."

"Yeah, I know. Consider it on me," Spencer grinned, looking amused. "You look like hell warmed over and I figured you could use something in your stomach. Being a famous rock star probably doesn't leave much time to eat." Billy eyed the man for a few seconds, eyes flickering up and down quickly, before he let's out a tired and grateful smile, relieved to actually have something to eat.

"Thanks, cutie," the man grinned, flirtatious twinkle in his eyes before Spencer scoffed, trying to act cool and hide the small blush on his cheeks, before he grinned and looked down at the man.

"Get real man, you wouldn't have a chance." It took Billy a few seconds but when he got over his shock his eyes lit up and he laughed, his first one since entering the shop. Spencer tried very hard not to swoon at the laugh...he probably failed but at least he was able to hide it well enough. The man's laugh was adorable...and the hot leather pants and gorgeous blue hair streak weren't helping.

"Oh come on Bro! At least give me a chance here," Billy chuckled, biting into the scone before washing it down with his coffee order, eyes widening in surprise. Spencer frowned, thinking he might have messed it up after all.

"Sorry. Did I mess up? Sorry! I haven't made that order in a while and-"

"Whoa, whoa! Chill, Broham!" The elder chuckled, fist coming up to hide his smile in reflex. "All I was gonna say is that this is one of the few times someone has actually gotten my coffee order right," the man grinned, Spencer blinking in surprise before a smirk twitched on his lips and he rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, well, your coffee order might be right more if you didn't insist on ordering things that most of us lowly coffee workers have never even heard of," Spencer snarked, eyes widening as soon as the words were out of his mouth. He...hadn't meant to say that. Before he could even start an apology Billy was laughing and grinning.

"Yeah but come on Broseph! Where's the fun in that?" he asked, taking another sip of coffee and humming in contentment. Spencer merely rolled his eyes again, smile growing. It seemed like he wasn't talking to famous Billy Joe Cobra anymore but someone who was just overworked and needed a break.

"Oh? So you do enjoy torturing us?" Spencer teased, handing a few creamers to Shanilla when he saw she was about to run out. The woman's gaze flickered between them for a few seconds before she went to take care of the other customers. She would never again doubt Spencer's ability to make a friend out of anyone.

"Well...if I said yes that would make me seem mean," Billy whined, looking like a pouting child as he took another bite of his scone, eyes laughing even though he was pouting. Spencer merely snorted and shook his head, leaning back against the counter behind him and crossing his arms and one leg over the other.

"And yet if you say no it would make you a liar," the man smirked, Billy laughing again. Oh yes, Spencer liked that laugh. Very much. He could see why the man had as many fans as he did, even without his music.

"I feel like you're making me out to be much more dramatic than I am," Billy grinned, Spencer merely rolling his eyes and snorting, response coming before he could stop it. This man seemed to make him much more snarky than usual.

"Please. I don't think anyone could manage to do that."

The next hour passed in a whirl of Billy and Spencer bantering and snarking back-and-forth. At one point Shanilla had muttered that it was like the two were in a sass contest and both had laughed, the woman merely shaking her head and walking away. Spencer meanwhile had learned that Billy had a very massive ego, although he was rather fun to be around, he would admit. He also seemed to be very fond of bro puns.

Billy glanced up at the clock and swore under his breath, quickly standing up and patting his pockets for his wallet before he found it, "Sorry Brotato, gotta go. If I'm late one more time I swear my manager will castrate me," the man muttered, looking apologetic as he dug out the bills to pay for his food.

"It's fine, I get the urgency of deadlines," Spencer chuckled, throwing the man's second coffee cup away, "One of man's most evil creations." Billy snorted, looking amused as he set the bills down and winked at Spencer, hands going to rest in his pockets.

"See you again soon, cutie." And, wow. Spencer could hear the pure heat in the star's voice. Yeah, he could see why so many people fell for the man. Instead of being one of many and falling for the charm Spencer chuckled and crossed his arms again, looking amused.

"I told you man, you wouldn't have a chance." Billy laughed loudly, sounding happier than he had when he had first walked through the door before he slipped the sunglasses that were resting on the top of his head down to rest on the bridge of his nose, covering his eyes as he turned towards the door. Throwing a hand up in parting the star threw one last grin over his shoulder.

"Keep telling yourself that Brofessor!" Spencer shook his head at the pun before going to collect the money on the counter, eyes widening to a large degree. Head darting up to call Billy back he frowned as he saw that the star was already out the door and gone, leaving behind quite a large tip. Well...Spencer wouldn't have to worry about this months' rent, at least...

"Spencer...you alright there," Shanilla asked, large smile showing as she snapped her fingers in front of the man's face. Spencer's eyes focused on the snapping fingers before his gaze went to Shanilla, the man looking only a little bit lost.

"What?" At the Cheshire Cat grin Spencer could only pale. He knew that grin. He also hated it. It meant Shanilla was up to something, or she was playing matchmaker, which was much more likely. She seemed to enjoy trying to set Spencer up on dates, all of which had failed.

"You now...I've never seen you that happy before." Spencer rolled his eyes, still in sass mode it seemed after an hour of snarking with Billy.

"Come on Shanil, you've seen me happy all the time when I hang out with you and Rajeev, I don't see what's surprising about me being happy now...except for the fact we're at work, but still." Shanilla just shook her head, a small smile on her face as she turned around to serve the next person who had walked through the door.

"Yeah...but never that happy." Spencer simply huffs, going back to work and trying to deny the cherry red blush that was now staining his cheeks. He figured the woman had seen it anyways since she was now laughing. Shaking his head Spencer absently started cleaning up some of the spare cups and empty creamer packets.

He couldn't help but think that something rather crazy had just started for him...

Oh Spencer...you have no idea...