AUTHOR NOTE: Hi! I haven't made a fanfiction (or any story) in a while because of school commitments, so my writing is a little off in this story. But I have finished school for the next year of my life, so I am definitely going to be updating this account more often!
I rated this as M because of certain actions that will occur later (I don't want to give anything away), but it is quite a cheesy story also! So if that's your thing, then read on!
Prologue
Ah, London. How I adore the quiet rush that you give me every day. All of the passengers seem to be in such a hurry yet it's never as rough as the busy streets of Brooklyn. The sweet smell of coffee floating through the tube, the pretentious sound of conversations from people that seemed to have their lives in such a great order, and the depressingly therapeutic grey skies. London is definitely my city, it is everything that I care for and it's the place where everything fell into place. I simply came here for a semester trip with my University because my professor loves the Tate Modern museum and pretty much forced the entire class to go. I was so resistant on going, but man, was I glad that he made me go onto this trip. You may be thinking that I fell in love with the city – that's where you're wrong. It wasn't the city that I loved; sure, it was beautiful and everything that I've been dreaming of since I was a kid, but really, it's where I met the love of my life. It's a strange story between us, you wouldn't expect it, neither did I. We come from such opposite ends of the world and it's such a disgustingly beautiful tale that I never get tired of telling. So, it's always great to start from the very beginning – and this is what I like to call 'The First Glance'.