Chapter 1 - First and Foremost
CASSIE'S P.O.V.
I stared out the window, down onto the clouds. They were a soft pink colour, with dashes of orange streaked through, giving it a fiery look. It was hard to believe that in only a few hours, I would be touching down in Heathrow Airport. I couldn't wait to arrive.
The *ding* of a new email pulled me from my daydreams. Guess what? Danisnotonfire has uploaded his new video, Draw My Life. Finally. One of these days Dan will actually stick to uploading once a week. He best be careful that nobody actually holds him to that promise. Eagerly opening up YouTube, I plugged in my headphones and settled down to enjoy the video.
***Later***
After going through the stress of landing, finding by suitcase amongst the thousands on the turntable and getting lost, I had finally found my way to the tube platform. Yes, the Underground comes all the way from London to Heathrow Airport. I stumbled into the carriage, almost loosing my suitcase in the process, because that's just how I roll. Plonking myself down in the nearest seat which didn't have incriminating damp patches on it, I plugged in my headphones, closed my eyes and started rocking out to The Wombats.
"Excuse me?" said someone in a velvety accent. I open one eye in mild annoyance and stared into the face of a sheepish looking 20 something year old. "Are you talking to me?" I asked awkwardly. "No," he said, a smirk playing on his lips, "I'm talking to the wall behind you." I grinned. "Well, in that case I'll stop butting into your conversation." I replied. "Can I sit there?" he asked, nodding to the seat next to me. "I don't see why not," I replied. "Last time I checked, I don't own the seat." He sat down, pulled out his iPhone and started playing Angry Birds.
I studied him out of the corner of my eye. Not that there was much to see - his over coat had the collar pulled up, and he was wearing a Russian style woolly hat. This and his unusually long fringe covered most of his face, revealing only his glabella and deep brown eyes. Why did I feel that I knew him from somewhere? I'd only been in the hemisphere for a few hours! Yet he was so familiar, his laugh, his attitude, even his voice. But if I knew him I should recognise him - you don't meet many 6 foot guys. Not that I'd met him, I think.
Sighing, I pulled out my notepad and looked around at the people in my carriage. I wanted to vlogg my first experience on the tube, but I didn't know if there were privacy laws or anything, and to be honest, I didn't want to find out. I quickly wrote a few things down, about the people and the actual experience. Wow, they're all so pale, I must stand out like a golden ray of sun in the snow. Bored, I started to sketch the carriage. Much easier to have a picture to relate to than a few notes.
DAN'S P.O.V.
I pulled out my phone and started to play Angry Birds, because I'm that socially awkward. I have no idea how to engage people in conversation, so I generally avoid it. Not that having a conversation with the girl I was sitting next to was hard. She cracked me up with her dry sense of humour. She pulled out a notebook and started to write something down. Now was the perfect time to try and figure out where I think I know her from.
I glanced at her from the corner of my eye, hoping my hat and fringe would provide a good enough barrier to hide behind. She looked different from most other girls I'd met. Maybe it was because of her tan - her suitcase made it obvious that she wasn't from around here. Or was it her voice? It didn't sound British, her accent was amazing and I mentally kicked myself for not being able to figure out where it was from. Her hair, brown with blonde streaks, was loose and cascaded down her back, save one piece, a fringe, which curled around her ear. She dressed differently, too. The way she wore her overcoat and beanie made it obvious that she was not use to wearing warm clothing, but that didn't stop her from looking cute. Rather, when comparing her coat to her Converses, it looked quite nice. Stop it Dan! You don't even know her name! I looked at her one last time. The way she held herself showed confidence, even in this new place. I un-paused my game and went back to Angry Birds.
"Excuse me?" she said in that amazing voice of hers. "Sorry for the inconvenice, but do you, uh, mind getting up? This is my stop." she added in a rush, as if she was trying to explain why she was 'inconviencing' me. I smiled and got up, letting her make her way to the centre of the carriage. She smiled a thank you, then switched her attention to making her way through the crowded carriage to the door, suitcase and all. I watched, a little sadly, that this girl was about to walk out of my life. Shut up Dan! You don't even know her!
The train doors opened, and she shot one last look at me before stepping lightly down onto the platform. I sighed and stood up. Barging my way through the crowd, and elicting more than one cross remark, I stumbled to the door. Already, it was beginning to close. Should I go for it? What the heck, I charged, slipped through the gap and made it onto the platform without falling over. 5 points to Hufflepuff, Dan.
CASSIE'S P.O.V.
I stood on the platform, wondering which way to go. Eagle Junction wasn't a big station, yet I was completely lost already. Eventually, I just decided to follow the exit signs, and made my way to the gates. I awkwardly fumbled for my ticket, and almost was run over by three business men having a heated discussion. Wow, London is a dangerous place. I walked over to the station master, and he let me through the wheelchair gate, suitcase and all. On an after though, I asked him, "Do you know the way to Baker Street?" Laughing, he told me to head left, then left, then right, then second left. I thanked him, and went and bought a map. Christ, this thing is confusing. I wandered over to a corner and tried to pinpoint my location on the map. After five minutes of fruitless searching, I had figured out where I was and how to get to Baker Street.
I wandered over to the exit, my head in the map, my mind in the clouds and promptly bumped into someone. "Oh, gosh, I'm so sorry." I stuttered as he turned around. It was the guy from the train. "Oh, hello again." I said awkwardly, mentally kicking myself. Good job Cassie, now he thinks you're a total dummkopf, which you are. Wait, why do I care what he thinks? I don't even know this guy. "Thank god I found you," he said. "Did you drop this?" he asked, showing me a TARDIS key-ring. "I thought it fell of your bag." I quickly checked my purse, and my key-ring was missing. "Thank you so much! I can't believe that I was stupid enough to lose it." I took the TARDIS and clipped it to my purse, then stuffed it into my bag, for safekeeping. "I had better go..." I trailed off awkwardly. "Thanks again." He smiled in return, then walked out of the station, into the night. I sighed, he seemed so nice, and so familiar. Oh well, I better get going - before it gets too dark.
DAN'S P.O.V.
As I walked away from her, I sighed. Good going Dan, making an utter fool of yourself. At least she had dropped that key-ring, otherwise I would've looked like a complete stalked following her. Or a private detective. I would like to be a private detective. Like Sherlock Holmes. I laughed at the thought of the girl looking for Baker Street. I hope she finds it, London is a pretty big place. Maybe I should've offered to walk her home. Nah, that would be much to awkward.
***More Later***
CASSIE'S P.O.V.
I collapsed on the couch in my apartment. After a long walk, I had finally found it. 5 points to Hufflepuff. Yay. I decided to inspect the place. It was rather small, with one bedroom, one bathroom and a combined kitchen/dining/living area, but I didn't mind. I was living alone, and it would be big enough. Also, there was a balcony. I stepped outside and was greeted by the cold air. Changing my mind, I decided that I would sing Lion King songs on the balcony tomorrow, when it would be warmer.
Logging onto my computer, I checked my twitter, facebook and emails. I considered doing my 'Guess What? I've Moved to London' video now, but considering it was almost 11:00 at night, I decided to call it a day. Not bothering to undress, I crashed on my bed and fell asleep straight away.
Authors notes:
Hi guys! The first chapter in what hopefully won't be a bad story is here! I know it's a little slow and boring, I'm just trying to establish the story and get all that jazz out the way in the first chapter. The next one will be more interesting, I promise. I'm sorry about this horrendous excuse for a story! However, as it's my first time writing, I would really appreciate feedback and new ideas etc. so review away! If you want anything changed, e.g. the format (I know it's a big block) just let me know and I'll see what I can do to fix it.