Prologue
Of course I've seen her films, and I think... well, she's Rachel Berry, I always knew she would be a star and now finally the world respected her as such, she is... she is something else.
Anyway, college and High School are things of the past and our troubled relationship faded over the years. Our twisted friendship was put on hold sometime between sophomore and junior year. I can't quite remember or maybe I don't want to remember the moment we lost touch. All I know is that it was completely my fault. It was me who needed to escape, I didn't want to face my confusion and sort out my messed up head. And I promised her to keep in touch, but I broke it and that disappointed her.
But now, it has been 6 years since we last met,she is a million million miles from the world I live in now, which is here... in Notting Hill, my favorite bit of London.
There's the market on weekdays, selling every fruit and vegetable known to man. The tattoo parlour, with a guy outside who got drunk and now can't remember why he chose 'I Love Ken'. The racial hair-dressers, where everyone comes out looking like the Cookie Monster, whether they want to or not. And then suddenly it's the weekend, and from break of day, hundreds of stalls appear out of nowhere, filling Portobello Road right up to Notting Hill Gate. And wherever you look, thousands of people are buying millions of antiques, some genuine… and some not quite so genuine.
I found many friends in this part of London which is great. Of course I miss Santana, Brittany, Mercedes and Sam. I skype with them every now and then, but there are also my new friends. That's Tony, for example, an architect turned chef, who recently Invested all the money he ever earned in a new restaurant.
And so this is where I spend my days and years now, in this small village in the middle of a city in a house with a blue door that my husband and I bought together before he left me for a woman who looked exactly like Sofia Vergara, only more gorgeous… and where I now lead a strange half-life with a lodger called Shira.
And so it was just another hopeless Wednesday, as I walked to work past the bustling collection of stalls and antique booths never expecting that this was the day my life would change forever.
Work is, by the way, my little travel book shop, a small unpretentious store named 'The Travel Book Co.' which, um, well, sells travel books. And, to be frank with you, doesn't always sell many of those.
A/N: So I was just surfing through the channels and I stumbled across Notting Hill. I stopped and after watching just one scene, that I have already seen plenty of times before, the amount of Faberry feelings was so overwhelming that I ended up putting them in a word document.
Here's the result, at least the first tiny part of it…
If you are currently reading my other story, It's Always Today, you know that English is not my first language so if there's any mistakes in this, it's completely my fault, if it's good you should thank Anja, she is the best beta I could ask for!.
Whatever… What do you guys think? Sounds like fun? Hope you like it. X
Disclaimer: I do not own anything Glee related. I do not own anything Notting Hill related. A lot of dialogues and scenes in this story are extracted from the script written by Richard Curtis. No copyright infringement is intended.