This is really not how Brendon imagined today would go. Well, honestly, he hadn't imagined that any of his days would go like this.
Frank had left him in charge of the store for, like, five minutes. Brendon had been hoping no one would really show up, because the music store was Frank's baby and there were all these records that actually weren't for sale, and he kept forgetting which ones they were, and Frank was tiny, tinier than Brendon, even, but terrifying. Like a really scary puppy.
He was just cleaning the counter, because Frank was really meticulous about stuff like that, too, when someone walked in. Brendon glanced up and at first just registered guy. Then he did a double-take, because, hot. Then he did another double-take, because, "wow, seriously hot -- wait, kind of familiar, too". On the third double-take he almost sprained his neck, because that. That was most definitely the prince. As in, the prince, prince Spencer Smith the Fifth, right there in their little music store.
He was also completely alone. Brendon frowned. Wasn't he supposed to have, like, security guards and shit? He was the prince. Brendon tore his eyes away and glanced out of the shop window. No, no security there either. Maybe-- Maybe he was just a look-a-like? Brendon looked back at the guy, who was now making his way up to the counter. Brendon swallowed. No, that was. That was most definitely the prince. Without bodyguards or anything. Interesting.
Brendon's brain was maybe, just a little, collapsing in on itself, so even though he was totally going to say, "Can I help you?" or "Welcome", or "Wow, you're the prince", something neutral like that, what came out instead was, "Oh my god, is this like My Date with the President's Daughter?" Prince Spencer startled a little and then just stared at him.
"Um, not that your father is the president," Brendon hurries to explain. "And, um, not that you're a girl, and, like, this isn't totally a date, of course, ha ha, but you. Um, you don't have any security with you," he finishes lamely, and contemplates dropping down behind the counter and feigning fainting-- wait, that would probably make things worse.
The prince furrowed his eyebrows and cocked his hip to the side. Like, he actually did that. Brendon thought that was just a rumor, but oh god, he actually did that. Brendon swallowed and prepared for -- he didn't know what. Getting blasted into bits by a... a blaster ray from a satellite.
"Why would I need bodyguards?" the prince asked, calmly. His voice was deeper than it sounded on TV.
Brendon shrugged. "Because people might try to kill you?"
The prince raised his eyebrows. "Are you going to try to kill me?"
Brendon gaped a little, and then offered a "No?"
"Really? You don't seem very sure of that," the prince said, tilting his head to the side and eying Brendon. His hair fell in front of his eyes, and he brushed it away. Brendon's mouth went dry.
"I'm. I'm positive that I have no intentions of harming you?" There. That sounded proper enough, right, and would hopefully not get him killed by a... trained ninja, or something. Well, there probably weren't any untrained ninjas. There were just ninjas. Oh god, that's why there weren't any security guards in sight, they were all ninjas.
Brendon hoped they wouldn't mess up the store much when they attacked him for potentially threatening the prince by, like, speaking to him or something. Frank would kill him.
The prince, though. The prince smiled. Oh, holy shit. It was just a small smile, but it made his eyes crinkle, and fucking hell, it made something in Brendon jump and turn to mush at the same time, which was a really weird feeling. Like, he didn't even care that this guy was the prince, he was beau-- Fuck, fuck, he was the prince. Brendon was in his store, alone, with a prince, and... possibly some ninjas. Okay, maybe there weren't any ninjas. But there was a really really attractive prince. Brendon cast his eyes down and tried not to blush. Ugh, what was he even supposed to say.
Oh, right. "Can I help you?" he said, still looking down at the counter. It was really rude of him not to make eye contact, he knew, but he just didn't dare.
"Well," the prince said slowly. "I was just gonna look around, but. Could you. Could I ask you for a favor?"
Brendon's head shot up. There's no way he heard that right. "What?"
The prince brushed his hair out of his eyes again, and said, "Could you please not tell anyone you saw me here?"
"Um," Brendon said. He was gonna say "yes", of course, but. He had to tell someone, otherwise he'd think he'd made the whole thing up in his head -- still not impossible-- and he didn't want to lie to the prince. "Anyone?" he said.
"You were -- I'm not supposed to be out without security, but this store is so small, and I wanted to check it out, but it's really hard to do that when people keep looking over your shoulder. Also, I just needed some... time off. You know?"
Brendon didn't really know, he loved having other people around. Well, it was probably different when the people got paid to hang out with you. He found himself nodding. "Yeah, man, I won't tell anyone," he said, and then cringed, because he'd just called the prince man. Shit, shit, shit, what was wrong with him?
The prince just smiled, though, and that weird feeling ran though Brendon again. "Thank you. So you don't mind if I look around?"
"Sure," Brendon said, waving his hand haphazardly and almost hitting the prince with it. He drew it back and rubbed the back of his neck, painfully aware of his body being even more awkward than usual. "I -- the owner will be back in, like, ten minutes, I think? So. Um, if you don't want another person you have to swear to secrecy, then. Yeah."
"Okay, I'll be fast," the prince said, and then turned away. Brendon went back to cleaning the counter and sneaking glances, like, every two seconds. Fuck, the guy just looked so good. Tight jeans, a t-shirt that was snug around his body, a simple jacket over that. He was dressed so... commonly, you know, considering the fact that he was a fucking prince, but he looked amazing. Brendon couldn’t stop staring. God, he was being such a creep.
He resolutely didn't look up again, which is why he jumped when the prince dropped some records onto the counter.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," the prince said, and Brendon just nodded, quickly running the records through the register. "Um, you don't happen to have the new Arcade Fire album, do you? I didn't see it."
Brendon looked up, surprised. "I -- we should get it next week? The bigger stores already have it, though, you could check there. There's one close to here--"
"Next week?" the prince interrupted him.
"Um, Tuesday?"
The prince seemed to be contemplating something. "Hmm. Do you think if I come in the Thursday after that week, there will still be some left?"
Brendon stared. "I could -- I could save you a copy," he offered, hesitant.
"That'd be awesome," the prince said, and grinned. Shit, shit, fuck, he was gorgeous.
"Uh-huh," Brendon said and handed the prince his records.
The prince took them and then offered Brendon his hand. "I'm Spencer," he said.
Brendon blinked, and, for once, managed not to blurt out something totally stupid, like, "I know" or "Your hand is so soft" or "How do you get your hair to look like that?", and said, "Brendon."
The prince, Spencer, Spencer the prince, he'd introduced himself, nodded at Brendon, let go of his hand and walked over to the door. He paused with his hand on the doorknob and looked back. "So, the Thursday after next, right?"
Brendon nodded and smiled, the big goofy grin that usually scared people off, but he just couldn't help himself.
Spencer the prince turned and walked into the door. He hurriedly pulled it open and fled. Brendon grinned even harder. The prince was totally a dork. This was the best thing ever.
Brendon grinned to himself until Frank came back and asked what he was so happy about. Not meanly, or anything, because Frank was totally awesome and Brendon thought they were actually becoming friends. He couldn't really tell Frank who he'd just met, though, he promised he wouldn't, so he just bit his lip and said, "It's a nice day."
Fill: Brendon/Spencer, modern day royalty AU
Frank had left him in charge of the store for, like, five minutes. Brendon had been hoping no one would really show up, because the music store was Frank's baby and there were all these records that actually weren't for sale, and he kept forgetting which ones they were, and Frank was tiny, tinier than Brendon, even, but terrifying. Like a really scary puppy.
He was just cleaning the counter, because Frank was really meticulous about stuff like that, too, when someone walked in. Brendon glanced up and at first just registered guy. Then he did a double-take, because, hot. Then he did another double-take, because, "wow, seriously hot -- wait, kind of familiar, too". On the third double-take he almost sprained his neck, because that. That was most definitely the prince. As in, the prince, prince Spencer Smith the Fifth, right there in their little music store.
He was also completely alone. Brendon frowned. Wasn't he supposed to have, like, security guards and shit? He was the prince. Brendon tore his eyes away and glanced out of the shop window. No, no security there either. Maybe-- Maybe he was just a look-a-like? Brendon looked back at the guy, who was now making his way up to the counter. Brendon swallowed. No, that was. That was most definitely the prince. Without bodyguards or anything. Interesting.
Brendon's brain was maybe, just a little, collapsing in on itself, so even though he was totally going to say, "Can I help you?" or "Welcome", or "Wow, you're the prince", something neutral like that, what came out instead was, "Oh my god, is this like My Date with the President's Daughter?" Prince Spencer startled a little and then just stared at him.
"Um, not that your father is the president," Brendon hurries to explain. "And, um, not that you're a girl, and, like, this isn't totally a date, of course, ha ha, but you. Um, you don't have any security with you," he finishes lamely, and contemplates dropping down behind the counter and feigning fainting-- wait, that would probably make things worse.
The prince furrowed his eyebrows and cocked his hip to the side. Like, he actually did that. Brendon thought that was just a rumor, but oh god, he actually did that. Brendon swallowed and prepared for -- he didn't know what. Getting blasted into bits by a... a blaster ray from a satellite.
"Why would I need bodyguards?" the prince asked, calmly. His voice was deeper than it sounded on TV.
Brendon shrugged. "Because people might try to kill you?"
The prince raised his eyebrows. "Are you going to try to kill me?"
Brendon gaped a little, and then offered a "No?"
"Really? You don't seem very sure of that," the prince said, tilting his head to the side and eying Brendon. His hair fell in front of his eyes, and he brushed it away. Brendon's mouth went dry.
"I'm. I'm positive that I have no intentions of harming you?" There. That sounded proper enough, right, and would hopefully not get him killed by a... trained ninja, or something. Well, there probably weren't any untrained ninjas. There were just ninjas. Oh god, that's why there weren't any security guards in sight, they were all ninjas.
Brendon hoped they wouldn't mess up the store much when they attacked him for potentially threatening the prince by, like, speaking to him or something. Frank would kill him.
The prince, though. The prince smiled. Oh, holy shit. It was just a small smile, but it made his eyes crinkle, and fucking hell, it made something in Brendon jump and turn to mush at the same time, which was a really weird feeling. Like, he didn't even care that this guy was the prince, he was beau-- Fuck, fuck, he was the prince. Brendon was in his store, alone, with a prince, and... possibly some ninjas. Okay, maybe there weren't any ninjas. But there was a really really attractive prince. Brendon cast his eyes down and tried not to blush. Ugh, what was he even supposed to say.
Oh, right. "Can I help you?" he said, still looking down at the counter. It was really rude of him not to make eye contact, he knew, but he just didn't dare.
"Well," the prince said slowly. "I was just gonna look around, but. Could you. Could I ask you for a favor?"
Brendon's head shot up. There's no way he heard that right. "What?"
The prince brushed his hair out of his eyes again, and said, "Could you please not tell anyone you saw me here?"
"Um," Brendon said. He was gonna say "yes", of course, but. He had to tell someone, otherwise he'd think he'd made the whole thing up in his head -- still not impossible-- and he didn't want to lie to the prince. "Anyone?" he said.
"You were -- I'm not supposed to be out without security, but this store is so small, and I wanted to check it out, but it's really hard to do that when people keep looking over your shoulder. Also, I just needed some... time off. You know?"
Brendon didn't really know, he loved having other people around. Well, it was probably different when the people got paid to hang out with you. He found himself nodding. "Yeah, man, I won't tell anyone," he said, and then cringed, because he'd just called the prince man. Shit, shit, shit, what was wrong with him?
The prince just smiled, though, and that weird feeling ran though Brendon again. "Thank you. So you don't mind if I look around?"
"Sure," Brendon said, waving his hand haphazardly and almost hitting the prince with it. He drew it back and rubbed the back of his neck, painfully aware of his body being even more awkward than usual. "I -- the owner will be back in, like, ten minutes, I think? So. Um, if you don't want another person you have to swear to secrecy, then. Yeah."
"Okay, I'll be fast," the prince said, and then turned away. Brendon went back to cleaning the counter and sneaking glances, like, every two seconds. Fuck, the guy just looked so good. Tight jeans, a t-shirt that was snug around his body, a simple jacket over that. He was dressed so... commonly, you know, considering the fact that he was a fucking prince, but he looked amazing. Brendon couldn’t stop staring. God, he was being such a creep.
He resolutely didn't look up again, which is why he jumped when the prince dropped some records onto the counter.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," the prince said, and Brendon just nodded, quickly running the records through the register. "Um, you don't happen to have the new Arcade Fire album, do you? I didn't see it."
Brendon looked up, surprised. "I -- we should get it next week? The bigger stores already have it, though, you could check there. There's one close to here--"
"Next week?" the prince interrupted him.
"Um, Tuesday?"
The prince seemed to be contemplating something. "Hmm. Do you think if I come in the Thursday after that week, there will still be some left?"
Brendon stared. "I could -- I could save you a copy," he offered, hesitant.
"That'd be awesome," the prince said, and grinned. Shit, shit, fuck, he was gorgeous.
"Uh-huh," Brendon said and handed the prince his records.
The prince took them and then offered Brendon his hand. "I'm Spencer," he said.
Brendon blinked, and, for once, managed not to blurt out something totally stupid, like, "I know" or "Your hand is so soft" or "How do you get your hair to look like that?", and said, "Brendon."
The prince, Spencer, Spencer the prince, he'd introduced himself, nodded at Brendon, let go of his hand and walked over to the door. He paused with his hand on the doorknob and looked back. "So, the Thursday after next, right?"
Brendon nodded and smiled, the big goofy grin that usually scared people off, but he just couldn't help himself.
Spencer the prince turned and walked into the door. He hurriedly pulled it open and fled. Brendon grinned even harder. The prince was totally a dork. This was the best thing ever.
Brendon grinned to himself until Frank came back and asked what he was so happy about. Not meanly, or anything, because Frank was totally awesome and Brendon thought they were actually becoming friends. He couldn't really tell Frank who he'd just met, though, he promised he wouldn't, so he just bit his lip and said, "It's a nice day."
It most certainly was.