Author's Note: Hey everyone! This is a new story that has been around in my head for a few days now. It's a Danisnotonfire and AmazingPhil story. Please give me some feedback and ideas if this is a good story to pursue! Thanks!
Chapter One - Moving Day
I turned the key to my new apartment here in London. London! I can't believe it's all happening so fast. I had just graduated from my school in Colorado with a Bachelors in English and, on a whim, decided to go to England for a indefinate internship here in London studying English and Shakespeare. I wanted to be a historian and possibly a professor at a University. I don't know; the plans are still in the works.
Terrified, I took my first step into my new apartment and into my new life. I didn't know anyone here in London, let alone England. My parents were worried that something bad may happen to me, but I convinced them otherwise. I just need to make some friends, that's all. Who knew? Maybe I'd meet someone special.
My name is Piper and I am completely alone.
The apartment wasn't too large; enough for just me. I hadn't planned on a roommate, but if push came to shove, I could get one and they could stay in the extra room. I walked into the living room, which was the first room as I walked in the front door. The door slammed behind me as I put my suitcases down and looked around. The kitchen was right off of the living room with a small dining room. I had bought this apartment partially furnished. I was going to need a bed and dresser, but there was a couch, coffee table, small entertainment center, and dining table with some chairs included. I walked down the hall to my right, past the bathroom and to the room I wanted. It was rather large and comfortable. It was hot here; I never knew England was so hot in the summer! I walked to the small window and opened it, letting the hot air out of the room. It was even hotter outside so I quickly shut the window. I definately would need to add a fan to that growing list of things to buy today.
Walking back to the living room, I sat down on the small couch that was already in front of the coffee table. I sighed heavily; it had been a long day of flying and planning. I was going to start my new intership on Monday. Don't get me wrong, I was excited. It was just frightening to think of myself trying to get through one of the biggest cities in the world by myself.
I wondered what to do next. I got up off of the couch and walked to the luggage I had dropped by the front door. I picked up my cello. It was a comfort to me to play. I unclicked the hard case and brought it out. It was a dark cherry wood, by far my favorite color for wood. It looked very nice with the grey and black of the apartment furniture. I slid out the endpin to my height, sat down on the couch, and put my instrument in playing position. Picking up the bow, I tightened to the correct tension and drug the bow across the strings. It was very out of tune and made my ears cringe a little. I turned the pegs, tuning it to the correct pitches.
I began to play one of my favorite songs that I had been working on, Suite 01 in G Major by Bach. It sounded pretty good with most of the furniture missing from the room. I messed up a few times, but began again no problem.
After about 15 minutes of playing around and relaxing, I decided that I had better go out and do some shopping. I decided that Ikea would be a good place to start. I used to shop there in the States and had just recently learned there was one here in London. I put my cello down in it's sidways position, laying the bow on the wood and sliding the endpin back. I picked up some of the bags I had left at the front door and moved them to my room, making room for the new furniture.
I locked the front door and closed it behind me. Looking around the hall, I didn't see anyone, but I heard some yelling and laughing from the apartment next to mine. Must be doing something fun, I thought, shrugging it off and walking down the stairs to the street.
After spending what felt like hours in Ikea London, I drug the new bed I had bought to the elevator. I pushed the button for the 12th floor. Grabbing the comforter bag and pillows, I leaned the box with my bed in it against the wall. It was hard dragging this through London, to a cab, and then to the elevator.
On the 12th floor, I threw the comforter bag and pillows out of the elevator and slid the box towards the entrance to the elevator. I gave it a shove and it slid across the floor and then clattered to the floor, making a large booming sound. The doors started to close so I put my arm out and jumped out before the doors could close on me. My apartment was just down the hall so I slid the box to the door and leaned it against the wall next to my front door. I went back for the comforter and pillows when I heard a door open. I looked up to see two boys poking their heads out of the apartment next to mine. They looked about my age with black hair cut to frame their faces. They both looked confused at the commotion I was causing and stepped out into the hall.
One of them looked at my box against the wall and then to me, "Hey...is that you causing all that commotion?"
I was breathing quite heavily and managed to say, "Yeah...yeah...sorry about...that..."
The one who spoke first looked surprised, "Ah! American, are you?" He smiled and looked at his friend who had come out of the apartment with him.
I laughed throwing down the pillows and comforter next to the box, "Yes I am." Catching my breath, I continued, "How'd ya guess?" I teased, leaning against my door and fumbling for my keys.
I heard the boy laugh and say, "Your funny accent." I heard the teasing in his voice. I turned around to face them and noticed their apartment door open. There was a camera in the front room with professional lighting and other equipment everywhere.
"So...uh...what...are you guys doing?" I asked, pointing to their equipment and camera spread around their front room.
The other boy who, up until now hadn't said anthing, said, "We were just filming something." I must have looked confused or scared so he continued with a slight laugh, "We're YouTubers."
I was a little relieved, "That's better than kidnapping a woman and sending out a ransom with a video," I nervously laughed. I had just met these guys and already I was joking with them.
They both laughed and then the first boy said, "No. We're not like that at all." He stepped forward, holding out his hand for me to shake, "I'm Dan," he said and then, pointing to his friend, "and this is Phil." I shook Phil's hand as well. It was freezing even though it was summer.
"Nice to meet you guys. I'm Piper," I found my keys in my pocket and put them into my doorknob, "and right now, I need to get this stuff into my apartment."
Both Dan and Phil helped me move my new furniture and bedding into my apartment and to the living room. I thanked them by saying, "You guys should come over and help another time."
Dan smiled and replied, "Of course! It's nice to finally have a neighbor. Maybe we could get to know you over tea or something."
I laughed, "I've never had British tea before."
"You'll like it."