London Calls Me a Stranger
Chapter One: Packing is horrid.
So it's the day before I have to leave for London, and I have no idea where my phone is. Of course. This is why I hated packing. I could never find anything during or after. But London, oh, I am super nervous and excited. We are going to have our own cute little town house and we are going to have to look for jobs of course, but I am just so...soo...excited! I hear my phone ring from the living room. That's where I left it.I run and grab it from the table and answer it right when it goes to voicemail. Shit, it was Scarlett. I quickly dialed her back.
"Where the hell have you been! I have been texting you for like an hour!" She said dramaticaly.
"Oh, keep your pants on Scar, I have been packing, and I lost my phone."
"Don't tell me what to do!" She yelled into the reciever. Ouch, she was hyper. "Well, I was just making sure you were still alive and breathing. Wouldn't want to go to London without you." I laughed and said goodbye.
I should probably start packing again. Ugh. I walk over to my computer and pull my iTunes up and hit shuffle. Wild One by Flo Rida comes on. I start dancing around my room and singing pulling stuff out of my closet and putting them in my suit cases. I had like 7 open right now.
I was jumping around the room when in walked my boyfriend, Chris. He smiled at me as I pulled him and started dancing around him. He just stood there laughing at me. He finally grabbed my waist and pulled me into him kissing my lips softly. He eyed me playfully and pushed me down on my bed bending over me and kissing me again. God I was going to miss this boy. I loved him so much. I could still remember the first day we met, officially. Of course I had already known who he was, we just had never talked before.
*FLASHBACK*
I was sitting in school trying not to cry. I had just broken up with my boyfriend of three months a couple days before because I couldn't trust him. He was always flirting with other girls and telling them how hot or sexy they were. When he did this word got around to me. Always. I tried to ignore it a couple times, but it had just gotten worse. So I dumped him. It was better for me that way, I wouldn't be as hurt in the end if I ended it now. But unfortunately that did not stop him for trying to hurt me and talking to those girls like that right in front of me. He was teasing a girl in our English class and was saying dirty things to her, loud enough so I could hear. I had had enough and I got up saying I felt like I was going to be sick. I rushed out of the room and sat on a bench in the hallway by the courtyard. Feeling sick wasn't a total lie. I honestly felt like I was going to throw up. I had heard footsteps walk by me and get slower and come to a stop.
I looked up and there he was. Chris Bourne. Every girl liked him. It was hard not to with those big blue eyes and sandy blonde hair. Captain of the hockey team. I heard he was actually a decent person. I had never talked to him before in my life, and we had been in the same class since kindergraten. He came and sat next to me.
"Autumn, are you alright?" He said softly to him. I just glared over at him. Did it look like I was alright. He probably heard the entire conversation in English too. He had been sitting right there.
"Yep. I'm just dandy." I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes. Why did he want to know anyway.
He chuckled slightly, "Pretty girls shouldn't cry." He had gotten up and was about to walk away when he quietly said, "You deserve so much better than him." I was stunned and sat there for a while replaying what had just happened.
Later that day Scarlett told me that he had volunteered to go see if I was alright. That was the beginning.
*END OF FLASHBACK*
He was the only reason I was thinking about not going in the first place, but he convinced me that he would be fine and we would talk everyday. I pulled him on top of me, but he pulled away. I gave him a pouting look. He smiled at my reaction as I got up and started to pack my things again.
"Babe, I am going to miss you." He whispered in me ear from behind me. His breath tickled my neck. But I ignored him and just walked out of his embrace that he had me in. If he wanted to be that way, so could I. I looked at him from the corner of my eye and he was staring at me in an odd way. A slight smirk came across my face.
"What?" I said innocently at him.
"You are just so pretty." I laughed at him and pushed him slightly and he grabbed my waist again.
"I'm being serious." He smiled at me.
"Oh yeah. Cause that is what you are. Mr. Serious." I said making my voice go deeper, mocking him. He kissed my colar bone and chills ran up my spin.
I laughed, "Chris, I have to pack." I said looking up at my curly blonde haired, blue eyed boyfriend. I could see sadness in his eyes, and I quickly looked away so I wouldn't feel more guilty for leaving me behind. But it was inevitable even if I did stay. He was leaving for college in the fall and so was I. And they were no where near each other. Try across the country. But that made it even worse. The last summer with him and I was away...from him. I could feel tears come into my eyes. I pushed them back. I couldn't do this right now. Tomorrow was my day to say goodbye, not today. I walked out of his arms and started packing again when our song came on. "Wanted" by Hunter Hayes. It was the only country song I would ever listen to and unfortunately he loved country. So I was blessed with it all the time. I started to hum the chorus as I put things in my bag. I was almost done with my clothes now. I heard him play it again. Okay, now that wasn't fair. I was seriously going to get upset. It was at the part where he sang "cause everything that dont make sense about me makes sense when I'm with you," I started to cry. Silently. I wouldn't turn around. He wrapped his arms around me again and he was humming it. This made me worse. I turned around and kissed him hard, and this time he did not stop me as we fell onto the bed.
"Where the hell have you been! I have been texting you for like an hour!" She said dramaticaly.
"Oh, keep your pants on Scar, I have been packing, and I lost my phone."
"Don't tell me what to do!" She yelled into the reciever. Ouch, she was hyper. "Well, I was just making sure you were still alive and breathing. Wouldn't want to go to London without you." I laughed and said goodbye.
I should probably start packing again. Ugh. I walk over to my computer and pull my iTunes up and hit shuffle. Wild One by Flo Rida comes on. I start dancing around my room and singing pulling stuff out of my closet and putting them in my suit cases. I had like 7 open right now.
I was jumping around the room when in walked my boyfriend, Chris. He smiled at me as I pulled him and started dancing around him. He just stood there laughing at me. He finally grabbed my waist and pulled me into him kissing my lips softly. He eyed me playfully and pushed me down on my bed bending over me and kissing me again. God I was going to miss this boy. I loved him so much. I could still remember the first day we met, officially. Of course I had already known who he was, we just had never talked before.
*FLASHBACK*
I was sitting in school trying not to cry. I had just broken up with my boyfriend of three months a couple days before because I couldn't trust him. He was always flirting with other girls and telling them how hot or sexy they were. When he did this word got around to me. Always. I tried to ignore it a couple times, but it had just gotten worse. So I dumped him. It was better for me that way, I wouldn't be as hurt in the end if I ended it now. But unfortunately that did not stop him for trying to hurt me and talking to those girls like that right in front of me. He was teasing a girl in our English class and was saying dirty things to her, loud enough so I could hear. I had had enough and I got up saying I felt like I was going to be sick. I rushed out of the room and sat on a bench in the hallway by the courtyard. Feeling sick wasn't a total lie. I honestly felt like I was going to throw up. I had heard footsteps walk by me and get slower and come to a stop.
I looked up and there he was. Chris Bourne. Every girl liked him. It was hard not to with those big blue eyes and sandy blonde hair. Captain of the hockey team. I heard he was actually a decent person. I had never talked to him before in my life, and we had been in the same class since kindergraten. He came and sat next to me.
"Autumn, are you alright?" He said softly to him. I just glared over at him. Did it look like I was alright. He probably heard the entire conversation in English too. He had been sitting right there.
"Yep. I'm just dandy." I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes. Why did he want to know anyway.
He chuckled slightly, "Pretty girls shouldn't cry." He had gotten up and was about to walk away when he quietly said, "You deserve so much better than him." I was stunned and sat there for a while replaying what had just happened.
Later that day Scarlett told me that he had volunteered to go see if I was alright. That was the beginning.
*END OF FLASHBACK*
He was the only reason I was thinking about not going in the first place, but he convinced me that he would be fine and we would talk everyday. I pulled him on top of me, but he pulled away. I gave him a pouting look. He smiled at my reaction as I got up and started to pack my things again.
"Babe, I am going to miss you." He whispered in me ear from behind me. His breath tickled my neck. But I ignored him and just walked out of his embrace that he had me in. If he wanted to be that way, so could I. I looked at him from the corner of my eye and he was staring at me in an odd way. A slight smirk came across my face.
"What?" I said innocently at him.
"You are just so pretty." I laughed at him and pushed him slightly and he grabbed my waist again.
"I'm being serious." He smiled at me.
"Oh yeah. Cause that is what you are. Mr. Serious." I said making my voice go deeper, mocking him. He kissed my colar bone and chills ran up my spin.
I laughed, "Chris, I have to pack." I said looking up at my curly blonde haired, blue eyed boyfriend. I could see sadness in his eyes, and I quickly looked away so I wouldn't feel more guilty for leaving me behind. But it was inevitable even if I did stay. He was leaving for college in the fall and so was I. And they were no where near each other. Try across the country. But that made it even worse. The last summer with him and I was away...from him. I could feel tears come into my eyes. I pushed them back. I couldn't do this right now. Tomorrow was my day to say goodbye, not today. I walked out of his arms and started packing again when our song came on. "Wanted" by Hunter Hayes. It was the only country song I would ever listen to and unfortunately he loved country. So I was blessed with it all the time. I started to hum the chorus as I put things in my bag. I was almost done with my clothes now. I heard him play it again. Okay, now that wasn't fair. I was seriously going to get upset. It was at the part where he sang "cause everything that dont make sense about me makes sense when I'm with you," I started to cry. Silently. I wouldn't turn around. He wrapped his arms around me again and he was humming it. This made me worse. I turned around and kissed him hard, and this time he did not stop me as we fell onto the bed.
8/27/13