It was morning, Thursday to be exact. I was determined to find George again.

But that was going to prove much more difficult than just saying it. I knew his first name and his last name. I didn’t know what classes he was taking at Berklee, I didn’t know how old he was or even where he was from besides being British. I was pretty sure I’d dreamed about him, but that gave me little information besides he had a twin.

 I had finals coming up. I had papers to write. I had classes that I needed to arrive to on time for at least once this semester.

Hurrying to my room I was caught by the common room. Damn my friends and their ability to side track me. I spent the rest of the afternoon there, talking and laughing with them. The entire time I was trying my hardest not to tell them what I had just done. I couldn’t, I wasn’t allowed to. Secrets like that were going to kill me.

He smiled a little, giving me a gorgeous smirk and pushed me gently to my room. He closed the door behind him and I let out a contented sigh. This could be the best thing ever to happen to me. And it was not just because there was a very adorable boy who was eager to learn about me. 

 He leant against the wall, looking out at London. I hoisted myself onto the wall, sitting opposite him and kicking my feet out in front of me.

“Do you ever just stare out at the world and wonder how something so huge could seem so small?” He wasn’t actually talking to me. He was just speaking. So I let him continue. “And once you realize how small the world can be you wonder why it would be so cruel to you?”

Like, seriously what was going on here? I was going to be at home, well a different home. A new home. I was going to make England my home. My parents wouldn’t be too upset about it. My dad wants to live there more than anything, and I want to work at Kerrang.
I was too tired for all of this. 

The streets were so full of life, people were bustling around, going from one place to another trying to move quickly. Their were so many colors and styles. It looked as if half of them didn’t want to be noticed. I stumbled a little on the sidewalk, catching the heel of my stiletto in a crack, Ginny grabbed my arm, helping me up. I wasn’t the best at walk in high heels, or actually, walking.