The Record Store Libs Fan fic "Latte, please." I went and sat down on my favourite table- it faced the window out onto the record store. After a little while, I saw them. They were walking together, arms linked. I presumed they were gay, but they weren’t Canal Street regulars- there was definitely something more about them. I vaguely recognised their faces. I watched them. The taller was looking away, blushing, while the shorter playfully headbutted his shoulder. He did this for about 30 yards before the taller stopped, grabbed the shorter by the forearms, pulled him into him and kissed him. Proper passionately kissed him, tongues and everything; number 6. Finally he pulled away and the shorter just grinned. I watched them walk on, hand in hand into the record store. I smiled to myself. I took out the record and re-examined the inner sleeve. On the other side was some pictures I hadn’t noticed before. I frowned. No. It couldn’t be! But it was. The two men I’d just seen were Pete Doherty and Carl Barât. "Figures," I murmured, and sipped my latte.