(A/N) This came to me as a dream a few nights ago. I LOVED it. But please forgive me if it seems overused.

"Damn it, Damn it, Damn it!" You repeated over and over as you ran a fast as ou could to the train station. You couldn't believe it. The first day you manage to sleep in since you get to England, and it's the one-day a month you had to meet your editor. Of freaking course.

Your lungs ached, and you had a side cramp, but you were almost there. As you ran, you heard a distant noise. You REALLY hoped it want what you already knew it was. But it seemed everything in the world was conspiring against you today. So, naturally, you were right.

You felt cold, wet drops of rain hit your head and back for a moment, as you ran to the cover of the train station. You looked around frantically as you found the train you needed to board. You saw it, and hopped on about three consecutive seconds before the train doors shut behind you.

'All of this for a freaking rough draft!' You thought. You needed to get this copy of a rough draft of manga you made to your editor. You drew manga, but normally only as a hobby. But lately, your friend had convinced you to try to get into the business. You regretted making the decision now.

And yet, you couldn't believe your luck this morning. It actually, for once, wasn't raining when you left. It almost continually rained in this part of England, and if it didn't rain, it looked like it would. You sighed, thinking.

You had moved to England for the time being so you could go to a popular school called Lincoln university, for acting. Your first semester would start in a few weeks, so you had time to get used to your surroundings. And food. And weather.

You looked around. The train was packed full, so there was just enough room to stand. But no room whatsoever to sit down anywhere. And the trains here were nothing like American ones. These were rather old, and although they were quick, they were jerky too. The train started moving. After a few stops, the train was considerably less crowded, but still had no available seats. You tried to move up towards the front a bit, but the train jerked into life, throwing you back into another person.

You both fell backwards, with a duo of 'oomph's!' You realized you were on top of someone. And that someone, as you soon realized, was hot.

It was a male teenager, about your age, maybe a year older. He looked like any teen girls dream. You could tell he was talking to you, and you detected an English accent, but you couldn't tell what he was saying. He looked and dressed like a punk rocker. He had fair skin, blond messy hair, emerald green eyes that shone in annoyance, and a British accent. But he had strange eyebrows. It looked like two large fuzzy caterpillars were stuck onto his face. And yet strangely, it suited him.

You once again, realized he was speaking to you. And he sounded annoyed, irritated, and almost pissed.

"Hey, im speaking to you. I asked, are you okay?" he said, pinching your nose in an attempt to snap you out of it "its not polite to ignore people when they're talking to you". He sounded extremely irritated now.

"Ow! Stop that" you said, smacking his hand away, "yes, im fine. Are you alright?" You asked, slightly taken aback by how rude his tone of voice was.

"Well, other than being slammed to the floor by dead weight that's supposedly a girl, and am being continually crushed by it, im alright" he said, not looking at you.

You seethed. You couldn't believe this guy! How could such a pretty face have such a rotten attitude? It wasn't as though you meant to fall on him!

You tried to get off of him, but he grabbed you, and flipped the two of you over. He leaned in extremely too close to your comfort, and actually looked at you. He ran his eyes over you body, then your face, scrutinizing your (e/c) colored eyes carefully.

"Hm, but now that I look at you, you're actually kind of cute, if only the attitude was better" he said, with a purr in his voice that sent shivers up your spine. It made you uncomfortable, and yet you blushed from it.

You then noticed that the train had reached your stop. You managed to wriggle out from underneath of him, grab your papers and your bag all in the same fluid motion. Then, quickly rushed off the train leaving whomever he was to watch as you made your escape.

Him***

He looked around the train for a moment. She didn't sound like she was from England. And she didn't have anyone with her, so she must be here to stay. He spotted something on the floor, and realized you must have dropped it when you two fell.

He smirked. It had been awhile since he'd had something to play with. And she would suit him as his plaything for a while. He pocketed the object, then took out his cellular device out to call his friend, he might need a bit of help for this.

You***

You stormed off the train, unfolding your umbrella as you walked. Who the hell did that guy think he was? And what the hell made him say such weird things? It frustrated you to no end when people did this. Although, you had a feeling that if it were a few years ago, you would have fallen for him right then and there. But you quickly pushed that from your mind.

You kept walking. Although the weather was terrible, you decided not to call a taxi. It was only a few blocks, and the rain, while steady, wasn't coming down hard. Which left you to think about things. Or at least, you tried to think about things that didn't pertain to the interesting train ride you had.

Once you got to the building, you walked over to the secretary. Her name was Mei, and she was really nice. Her and her brothers ran this branch of the company, although it wasn't family owned. She had long dark brown hair, with pink, flower-shaped hairclips. She was Asian, and she waved you inside to talk to her brother.

You walked farther into the building, where the four heads of the different branches were talking. You saw your editor, Yao Wang- who was the main boss of the building, Kiku Honda- who was the youngest, and mostly watched over the manga. Yong Suo- who was in charge of the Korean dramas, and someone new.

Yao noticed you standing in the doorway. He smiled at you, and waved you in. He introduced you to the new staff. It was his cousin, whose name you could call him Hong, Kaoru, or Kou. He would be in control of the Manwha. After introductions were made, you managed to dodge one of Yong's attacks. This happened almost every time you saw him. He had a tendency to try to grope women's breast whenever he got near them, and frequently even tried to grope Yao and Kiku- but you could never understand why, as they were both male. But he said he couldn't help it, but many protested. You were already used to it though, so you didn't care.

So, for a while, you talked with Yao about your manga. You discussed key points of it, how similar and different it was to other works, the artwork, and the plot in general. You also ended up talking about other things as well, like the foods here, and your lives. You had actually known him for quite a long time. You and his sister Mei were pen pals for a long time before you actually came here. You thanked him, and left.

You were satisfied at how the meeting had gone, so you decided to go get something to eat. You found a little family owned/run café, and settled down to eat. You hated British food; it was normally terrible, which was why you didn't eat out too much since you came here. But the style some of the burgers were made in was actually very good. (This is only half true. When I went to Orlando with my family for Megacon 2012, we ended up eating at this place called the Ale house, and I got something called a British burger, and it was the best burger I have ever eaten in my life).

You went home, and settled down in your bed to play some video games for a while. After a few hours of killing things in Metal Gear Solid, you decided to check the time. You shoved your hand into your pocket to look at your phones time. And it wasn't there. You started to panic. You never went anywhere, or did anything unless you knew your phone was with you. You felt psychologically naked without your phone. You tried to think of where it might be. You remembered having it this morning. Then it hit you, like a train.

"THAT BRITISH BASTARD TOOK MY FRIKIN' PHONE!"