The Most Stereotypical Thing That Ever Happened
Bloody Fangirls
" London is nice, " I mused, looking around as I stepped out of the cab, looking around the U.S embassy. The crisp, clean, cool, air was awakening after a non-stop flight from San Diego, California. I suddenly remembered to pay the cab driver and turned around.
" That'll be £12 miss, " the cabbie said with a smile.
" There you go, " I said handing him the fare.
I turned around and lugged my luggage, to the front of the embassy. I looked up for a moment briefly, admiring the tall cube building with beautiful glass panels and the American flag overheard, before climbing up the stairs.
I walked inside the building to be met with hundreds of Brits applying for visas and passports. There was an American area, so I walked over there to a front office sort of area.
" Excuse me miss, I'm here for my job tour and housing set up, "
The secretary, Mary as printed on her name tag, was a rather robust woman with milky blue eyes and short neck- long dark brown hair. She looked up and smiled, " Your name please?"
" Blythe, Willowby, that's B-L-Y-T-H-E, I was scouted for the Visa Administration vacancy. "
She typed my name into the computer and a few seconds later she said, " Yes dear, I have you right here. " She looked around as if looking for someone then said, to a security guy in his late thirties with salt and pepper hair " Marcus, can you take Ms. Willowby here, over to the Elise in Visa Administration for me ?"
Marcus strode over to the desk and grinned, " Elise? I pity you Ms. Willowby, follow me and we can meet the devil herself,"
I chuckled, and began to follow him down a hallway beyond the front desk but turned around and walked backwards, mouthing to Mary, " Is he serious? " scrunching my eyebrows up.
Mary laughed, and I could tell that I could certainly fit in here, with sweet Mary and Marcus the wise-guy.
I continue to follow Marcus down the hallway, each side containing doors opening to rooms full of little cubicles. There were many people inside, analysts, technicians,and who knows what other people.
At the end of the hallway there was a door, Marcus opened it and inside was a huge room full with about fifteen or so desks, bigger than the tinier cubicles we had earlier past. Inside were men and women all older than me, from mid-twenties to late thirties. Some of them looked up, seemingly interested in my young appearance.
A tall lady with blue eyes and sandy blonde hair stood up and walked over to us, " Ms. Willowby I presume?" She asked, her icy blue eyes staring into mine.
" Yes ma'am, " I replied, a little frightened at the intensity of her stare.
She smiled at my remark, her lips pulling away from their previous frown, revealing a dimple in her left cheek. " Thank you Marcus, for showing Ms. Willowby the way here," she spoke to Marcus clearly dismissing him in a polite tone.
" Your welcome Elise, see you later Ms. Willowby, " he said smirking a bit towards me before walking out.
Get a bit tired of everyone calling me 'Ms.Willowby' when I had been called Blythe my whole life, I spoke out to both Elise in front of me and Marcus' retreating figure saying, " Don't bother with formality, Blythe is jut fine. "
" Well okay Blythe, " Elise said revealing the dimple again, " follow me." She started walking between a sort of isle between half of the desks.
Elise stopped at a desk in the last row on the right, " This will be your work space, you already took the administrative internship in D.C so you know how this works with examining visa paperwork and whatnot. But because you're new," she chuckled a bit, " as a sort of tradition in the Visa Admin, you'll be conducting the blunt of the interviews and visa photographs."
" Goodie, " I said smiling.
"Now, your first day won't be until this Monday, because we're giving you today and Sunday to get settled in your apartment."
" Okay, um where is my apartment?" I wondered aloud, giving her a confused smile.
" Oh that's right! You haven't recovered your apartment location or key yet! I had forgotten about the hold up. It was a such a surprise for Mr.Richards to have died, that old coot was as healthy as a horse. The heart attack must have been from stress though, and perhaps heartbreak. His wife and children died in 9/11 you know," Elise said, the corners of her mouth turning down in sadness of the thought of 9/11. She seemed to shake herself after a moment, then brightly said, " Come on follow me, I'll get you set up at Housing!"
I followed her out of the Visa Admin room and into the hallway again.
Twenty minutes later I stood outside a condominium in the mid-centre of downtown London. Everyone from the embassy lived in these apartments because we have to be in the centre of London, near the embassy.
I set my suitcase down of the sidewalk and pulled the tiny piece of paper from my pocket.
In Elise's perfect calligraphic writing it said, apartment 13. " Great, my lucky number."
I mean, not having to pay rent is was pretty awesome, but I was a little iffy at having to live in some dead guys apartment. What if this turned into Paranormal Activity 5, London Nightmare?
Biting back my idiotic fear, I picked up my suitcase and braved the staircase leading to apartments 1-15.
" 10,11,12..13, here we go I guess," I muttered and unlocked the door. I closed my eyes as I swung the door open and slowly opened my eyelids only to then just about piss myself when I saw two guys chilling in my living room.
" Um not to be rude or anything, but.. What the hell are you guys doing in my new apartment?"
They both immediately jumped up from my couch and walked over smiling.
The one on the left had messy black hair and bright blue eyes, his face was an attractive tan colour and his lips were a rosy pink, the only issue was his nose was a bit crooked, as if this guy had been in a fight and gotten away with it. He was wearing a dark blue jacket, some navy jeans, and some black vans.
The one on the right had light brown chestnut hair and an impish look to him. His eyebrows were quirked up, as if constantly amused by everything around him, and he had the look of always knowing something you didn't. He had a paler complexion with some glassy hazel eyes. He was wearing a green plaid button-up shirt with some black skinny jeans and converse.
All in all they were both attractive guys who seemingly knew it and flaunted it.
They both stopped in front of me and the black haired on said," I'm Sirius and this is James. We're both your neighbours. We're here to determine if you're a possible wing-girl and best friend. We kind of decided we need one, and when we heard a new girl was moving in we decided this was a perfect opportunity!"
I had never heard anything so blunt in my life... But I decided I did need some new friends
" Um okay. Uh, do you guys work at the U.S. embassy too?" I asked, curious to see if these two guys would also be my co-workers.
They both ignored my question and huddled together, their backs to my face. The started whispering loudly and all I heard was," Hmmm, she's pretty hot and cool. Those are some points," Sirius said . James nodded his head and said, " Yeah, she also didn't freak out about us being in her apartment, I hate It when girls get freaked out and squeal. She doesn't look like a squealer does she?" They both pondered the question and turned around to look at me for a second. They examined me as I stood there awkwardly and played with my hands. After a few more seconds of loud whispering they turned around and smiled smugly.
I braced myself for there words and James said, " We've decided your cool enough to become our new best-friend!" Sirius bounded over at those words and gave me an overbearing bear hug that just about squeezed me too death. James soon followed after and I felt like I would never be able to use my limbs again.
Even more curious if they were my co-workers I repeated my earlier question. They both looked at me like I was an some sort of goddess.
" Wow, you work at the embassy?" James asked amazed.
" Um yeah. Is that so hard to believe?" I asked.
" You must be really smart if they accepted your job offer at that place! You're so young!" Sirius said, a gobsmacked expression on his face.
" Er, actually they scouted me from collage. I was planning on being an international interpreter and they decided I would work best in an embassy, London first to be easy. "
" Thats even more impressive!" Sirius said, James nodding his head fascinatingly.
" Well I'm flattered that you all are so impressed, but I must kick you out now. If we're going to be best- friends you need to know I need space."
James sighed dejectedly and Sirius gave me a puppy dog look. They both meandered out of my apartment, but James brightened up just before I shut the door and said, " This Tuesday night there's a great band playing at our favourite pub, pick you up 8!"
I slammed the door and smiled. Even though I must sound a bit bitchy, I was glad I met Sirius and James. Elated even, that they were so eager to be friends. Back home, it was a game of cat and mouse to find friends. It was like deciphering morse code, the way you thought someone meant to be nice, only for them to ignore you the next day. Southern Cali's a bitch, I decided, and left it at that.
After unpacking my clothes and organising my apartment more to suit my taste I decide to go out and explore downtown London, and maybe even find a new favourite cafe.
After walking a couple of blocks east and passing some shops, I stumbled upon the cutest little coffee shop called, " Only In London". I opened the doorway and little chimes tingled announcing my presence. I looked around to find tables decorating the cafe, each with quotes engraved on them , some from my favourite books and others from people. As I looked past the tables I realised this wasn't only a cafe, it was a bookstore. Shelves lined the walls filled to the brim with books. The walls that weren't covered with books were painted a light coffee colour with even more quotes and passages painted in gold. The store was absolutely beautiful.
" Like the store?" I heard a low chuckle. I turned around to find the most gorgeous guy I had yet to find in London. Seriously? I had been in London for less than a day and I had already met three amazingly hot guys. The stereotypes were right I guess. British guys are hot.
He had the stereotypical yet fictional Californian beach look. The golden blonde locks, amazing tan, ( side question: how is that possible in rainy as hell London? ) and bright crystal clear blue eyes.
After I realised that I hadn't answered him and was just staring awkwardly, I blushed and stammered out, " Its beautiful, there's nothing like this back in California, "
" Wow, California girl eh? " he smiled dimples appearing.
" Er, yeah," I smiled awkwardly.
" So how did little miss California end up in the city of rain?"
"Well, um, they scouted me out and offered me a job at the U.S. embassy, I'm supposed to work here for a couple years and later move to other embassies because I can translate several languages. I also took a bunch of world political classes in collage and I if I do well I might become an ambassador here in England, since I do have citizenship here, because my father was English. " realising I was rambling and embarrassing myself I shut my mouth by slapping my hand over it. My eyes were wide and embarrassed and apparently that was amusing to him because he chuckled deeply in that sexy low voice of his.
" That's quite impressive love, mind giving me a name?" He asked smirking.
" Blythe Willowby, pleasure to make your acquaintance. "
" My name's Rhys Marlon, and no, it's a pleasure to meet you Ms. Willowby. " he said smirking even more.
" Oh shut up, do you know how many times I've been called that? More than I'd ever like, that's what I can tell you. Now tell me what's good to eat here, as I've had nothing but those crappy airline peanuts all day," I snapped back playfully with a smile.
" Hey now, don't bite that hand that's gonna feed you!" Rhys replied smiling even more. He turned around and walked through some kitchen doors behind the counter to fetch me something to eat.
As I walked around browsing through the shelves of books, I heard a loud stampeding noise coming from outside. Screams and shouts followed after and suddenly I saw a massive crowd of girls running through the streets right past the window. There were so many girls, to this day I'd swear on my life the shelves started shaking, the lamps swaying, and the ground quaking like the goddamn Haiti earthquake.
Rhys came back out of the kitchen holding a pot of coffee and said, " What the bloody hell is that?" With a confused and slightly adorable look on his face.
" A whole bunch of girls came stampeding through the streets," I said even more confused.
" We're they holding up posters and stuff?" He asked with a sort of understanding look on his face.
" Um, yeah, how'd you know?" I asked scrunching my eyebrows up.
" Did you anywhere see the phrase, ' 1D' ?" He asked, ignoring my inquiry.
I racked my brain and realised I had seen it many times on the girls' clothes, posters, and faces.
" Bloody fan girls, pretty crazy I tell you," he said laughing at my confused face.
" What are you talking about? What the hell is 1D mean- OH!" I realised.
1D, One Direction!
" I forgot One Direction lives in London!" I laughed at myself," I'm so freaking stupid, what else could it be?"
" Not a fan? " Rhys asked grinning.
" Don't like their music," I said simply with a slight grin.
" That'll be £12 miss, " the cabbie said with a smile.
" There you go, " I said handing him the fare.
I turned around and lugged my luggage, to the front of the embassy. I looked up for a moment briefly, admiring the tall cube building with beautiful glass panels and the American flag overheard, before climbing up the stairs.
I walked inside the building to be met with hundreds of Brits applying for visas and passports. There was an American area, so I walked over there to a front office sort of area.
" Excuse me miss, I'm here for my job tour and housing set up, "
The secretary, Mary as printed on her name tag, was a rather robust woman with milky blue eyes and short neck- long dark brown hair. She looked up and smiled, " Your name please?"
" Blythe, Willowby, that's B-L-Y-T-H-E, I was scouted for the Visa Administration vacancy. "
She typed my name into the computer and a few seconds later she said, " Yes dear, I have you right here. " She looked around as if looking for someone then said, to a security guy in his late thirties with salt and pepper hair " Marcus, can you take Ms. Willowby here, over to the Elise in Visa Administration for me ?"
Marcus strode over to the desk and grinned, " Elise? I pity you Ms. Willowby, follow me and we can meet the devil herself,"
I chuckled, and began to follow him down a hallway beyond the front desk but turned around and walked backwards, mouthing to Mary, " Is he serious? " scrunching my eyebrows up.
Mary laughed, and I could tell that I could certainly fit in here, with sweet Mary and Marcus the wise-guy.
I continue to follow Marcus down the hallway, each side containing doors opening to rooms full of little cubicles. There were many people inside, analysts, technicians,and who knows what other people.
At the end of the hallway there was a door, Marcus opened it and inside was a huge room full with about fifteen or so desks, bigger than the tinier cubicles we had earlier past. Inside were men and women all older than me, from mid-twenties to late thirties. Some of them looked up, seemingly interested in my young appearance.
A tall lady with blue eyes and sandy blonde hair stood up and walked over to us, " Ms. Willowby I presume?" She asked, her icy blue eyes staring into mine.
" Yes ma'am, " I replied, a little frightened at the intensity of her stare.
She smiled at my remark, her lips pulling away from their previous frown, revealing a dimple in her left cheek. " Thank you Marcus, for showing Ms. Willowby the way here," she spoke to Marcus clearly dismissing him in a polite tone.
" Your welcome Elise, see you later Ms. Willowby, " he said smirking a bit towards me before walking out.
Get a bit tired of everyone calling me 'Ms.Willowby' when I had been called Blythe my whole life, I spoke out to both Elise in front of me and Marcus' retreating figure saying, " Don't bother with formality, Blythe is jut fine. "
" Well okay Blythe, " Elise said revealing the dimple again, " follow me." She started walking between a sort of isle between half of the desks.
Elise stopped at a desk in the last row on the right, " This will be your work space, you already took the administrative internship in D.C so you know how this works with examining visa paperwork and whatnot. But because you're new," she chuckled a bit, " as a sort of tradition in the Visa Admin, you'll be conducting the blunt of the interviews and visa photographs."
" Goodie, " I said smiling.
"Now, your first day won't be until this Monday, because we're giving you today and Sunday to get settled in your apartment."
" Okay, um where is my apartment?" I wondered aloud, giving her a confused smile.
" Oh that's right! You haven't recovered your apartment location or key yet! I had forgotten about the hold up. It was a such a surprise for Mr.Richards to have died, that old coot was as healthy as a horse. The heart attack must have been from stress though, and perhaps heartbreak. His wife and children died in 9/11 you know," Elise said, the corners of her mouth turning down in sadness of the thought of 9/11. She seemed to shake herself after a moment, then brightly said, " Come on follow me, I'll get you set up at Housing!"
I followed her out of the Visa Admin room and into the hallway again.
Twenty minutes later I stood outside a condominium in the mid-centre of downtown London. Everyone from the embassy lived in these apartments because we have to be in the centre of London, near the embassy.
I set my suitcase down of the sidewalk and pulled the tiny piece of paper from my pocket.
In Elise's perfect calligraphic writing it said, apartment 13. " Great, my lucky number."
I mean, not having to pay rent is was pretty awesome, but I was a little iffy at having to live in some dead guys apartment. What if this turned into Paranormal Activity 5, London Nightmare?
Biting back my idiotic fear, I picked up my suitcase and braved the staircase leading to apartments 1-15.
" 10,11,12..13, here we go I guess," I muttered and unlocked the door. I closed my eyes as I swung the door open and slowly opened my eyelids only to then just about piss myself when I saw two guys chilling in my living room.
" Um not to be rude or anything, but.. What the hell are you guys doing in my new apartment?"
They both immediately jumped up from my couch and walked over smiling.
The one on the left had messy black hair and bright blue eyes, his face was an attractive tan colour and his lips were a rosy pink, the only issue was his nose was a bit crooked, as if this guy had been in a fight and gotten away with it. He was wearing a dark blue jacket, some navy jeans, and some black vans.
The one on the right had light brown chestnut hair and an impish look to him. His eyebrows were quirked up, as if constantly amused by everything around him, and he had the look of always knowing something you didn't. He had a paler complexion with some glassy hazel eyes. He was wearing a green plaid button-up shirt with some black skinny jeans and converse.
All in all they were both attractive guys who seemingly knew it and flaunted it.
They both stopped in front of me and the black haired on said," I'm Sirius and this is James. We're both your neighbours. We're here to determine if you're a possible wing-girl and best friend. We kind of decided we need one, and when we heard a new girl was moving in we decided this was a perfect opportunity!"
I had never heard anything so blunt in my life... But I decided I did need some new friends
" Um okay. Uh, do you guys work at the U.S. embassy too?" I asked, curious to see if these two guys would also be my co-workers.
They both ignored my question and huddled together, their backs to my face. The started whispering loudly and all I heard was," Hmmm, she's pretty hot and cool. Those are some points," Sirius said . James nodded his head and said, " Yeah, she also didn't freak out about us being in her apartment, I hate It when girls get freaked out and squeal. She doesn't look like a squealer does she?" They both pondered the question and turned around to look at me for a second. They examined me as I stood there awkwardly and played with my hands. After a few more seconds of loud whispering they turned around and smiled smugly.
I braced myself for there words and James said, " We've decided your cool enough to become our new best-friend!" Sirius bounded over at those words and gave me an overbearing bear hug that just about squeezed me too death. James soon followed after and I felt like I would never be able to use my limbs again.
Even more curious if they were my co-workers I repeated my earlier question. They both looked at me like I was an some sort of goddess.
" Wow, you work at the embassy?" James asked amazed.
" Um yeah. Is that so hard to believe?" I asked.
" You must be really smart if they accepted your job offer at that place! You're so young!" Sirius said, a gobsmacked expression on his face.
" Er, actually they scouted me from collage. I was planning on being an international interpreter and they decided I would work best in an embassy, London first to be easy. "
" Thats even more impressive!" Sirius said, James nodding his head fascinatingly.
" Well I'm flattered that you all are so impressed, but I must kick you out now. If we're going to be best- friends you need to know I need space."
James sighed dejectedly and Sirius gave me a puppy dog look. They both meandered out of my apartment, but James brightened up just before I shut the door and said, " This Tuesday night there's a great band playing at our favourite pub, pick you up 8!"
I slammed the door and smiled. Even though I must sound a bit bitchy, I was glad I met Sirius and James. Elated even, that they were so eager to be friends. Back home, it was a game of cat and mouse to find friends. It was like deciphering morse code, the way you thought someone meant to be nice, only for them to ignore you the next day. Southern Cali's a bitch, I decided, and left it at that.
After unpacking my clothes and organising my apartment more to suit my taste I decide to go out and explore downtown London, and maybe even find a new favourite cafe.
After walking a couple of blocks east and passing some shops, I stumbled upon the cutest little coffee shop called, " Only In London". I opened the doorway and little chimes tingled announcing my presence. I looked around to find tables decorating the cafe, each with quotes engraved on them , some from my favourite books and others from people. As I looked past the tables I realised this wasn't only a cafe, it was a bookstore. Shelves lined the walls filled to the brim with books. The walls that weren't covered with books were painted a light coffee colour with even more quotes and passages painted in gold. The store was absolutely beautiful.
" Like the store?" I heard a low chuckle. I turned around to find the most gorgeous guy I had yet to find in London. Seriously? I had been in London for less than a day and I had already met three amazingly hot guys. The stereotypes were right I guess. British guys are hot.
He had the stereotypical yet fictional Californian beach look. The golden blonde locks, amazing tan, ( side question: how is that possible in rainy as hell London? ) and bright crystal clear blue eyes.
After I realised that I hadn't answered him and was just staring awkwardly, I blushed and stammered out, " Its beautiful, there's nothing like this back in California, "
" Wow, California girl eh? " he smiled dimples appearing.
" Er, yeah," I smiled awkwardly.
" So how did little miss California end up in the city of rain?"
"Well, um, they scouted me out and offered me a job at the U.S. embassy, I'm supposed to work here for a couple years and later move to other embassies because I can translate several languages. I also took a bunch of world political classes in collage and I if I do well I might become an ambassador here in England, since I do have citizenship here, because my father was English. " realising I was rambling and embarrassing myself I shut my mouth by slapping my hand over it. My eyes were wide and embarrassed and apparently that was amusing to him because he chuckled deeply in that sexy low voice of his.
" That's quite impressive love, mind giving me a name?" He asked smirking.
" Blythe Willowby, pleasure to make your acquaintance. "
" My name's Rhys Marlon, and no, it's a pleasure to meet you Ms. Willowby. " he said smirking even more.
" Oh shut up, do you know how many times I've been called that? More than I'd ever like, that's what I can tell you. Now tell me what's good to eat here, as I've had nothing but those crappy airline peanuts all day," I snapped back playfully with a smile.
" Hey now, don't bite that hand that's gonna feed you!" Rhys replied smiling even more. He turned around and walked through some kitchen doors behind the counter to fetch me something to eat.
As I walked around browsing through the shelves of books, I heard a loud stampeding noise coming from outside. Screams and shouts followed after and suddenly I saw a massive crowd of girls running through the streets right past the window. There were so many girls, to this day I'd swear on my life the shelves started shaking, the lamps swaying, and the ground quaking like the goddamn Haiti earthquake.
Rhys came back out of the kitchen holding a pot of coffee and said, " What the bloody hell is that?" With a confused and slightly adorable look on his face.
" A whole bunch of girls came stampeding through the streets," I said even more confused.
" We're they holding up posters and stuff?" He asked with a sort of understanding look on his face.
" Um, yeah, how'd you know?" I asked scrunching my eyebrows up.
" Did you anywhere see the phrase, ' 1D' ?" He asked, ignoring my inquiry.
I racked my brain and realised I had seen it many times on the girls' clothes, posters, and faces.
" Bloody fan girls, pretty crazy I tell you," he said laughing at my confused face.
" What are you talking about? What the hell is 1D mean- OH!" I realised.
1D, One Direction!
" I forgot One Direction lives in London!" I laughed at myself," I'm so freaking stupid, what else could it be?"
" Not a fan? " Rhys asked grinning.
" Don't like their music," I said simply with a slight grin.
Notes
A/N: sorry the boys haven't made an actual appearance yet but I promise they'll come in chapter 2 or 3updates will be irregular as I don't have the full sort written out yet, I come and go if my imagination complies.
11/25/13