In just a few measly hours, I would be in England. I was sitting on the plane, listening to Panic! At The Disco, and the occasional All Time Low song. It was August and I was going to go to University in London, rather than boring old Washington State. It seems odd that I'd want to be a foreign exchange student in my last year of college but, if I don't go now, I'll never be able to. I'm renting a HUGE apartment, because my mom insisted on having me be on the safe side of town. She's paying half the rent because it was the only place that she'd allow me to stay in. She also paid for all of my stuff to be sent to England and money to buy other stuff, enough to furnish the whole apartment.

A stewardess was making her way down the aisles "Excuse me Ma'am," She said, tapping my shoulder. "Will you please turn off and put away your electronic device?"

"Oh, sorry," I said quietly turning off my phone and putting it in my bag. We must be almost there.

We landed without a problem and I sat and waited for everyone else to rush off the plane, not seeing any point in running off my plane. I stretched out my shoulders and legs, and finally, it wasn't as crowded as before. I took my suit case out of the over head compartment. Making sure I had everything I needed, I walked down the aisle, and looked graceful the whole time until I got out into the terminal and I crashed right into someone. A tall guy who was around my age caught me gently in his arms. Even at my tall height of 5'8, I was still a good four or five inches shorter than him. I blushed awkwardly, not making eye contact. He released me from his grasp. I muttered thank you and walked away as fast as possible.

After I left the airport, I caught a Taxi to my apartment, not wanting to risk getting lost while I had a huge suitcase. I paid the driver, and walked into the building. I checked the clock before I went up to the front desk. Good, it's only 10:15 AM. My furniture that I had coming wouldn't be here for another 15 minutes, just enough time to open up the apartment.

"Um, hi, I'm moving in today." I said to the lady at the front desk.

"You must be Leslie Guinevere Martell!"

"Yes, that's me. Guinevere is my middle name though so just Leslie will do fine."

"Ok, Leslie," She grinned at me, "I'm Naomi, the Landlords daughter. Here is your key to your flat, call me if you need any help!"

"I think I'm good but thank you, Naomi."

"Any time."

I lugged my suit case into the elevator and pushed the 7th floor button. I would be in 702, and there were only 2 apartments- no, flats- on that floor. I laughed when the elevator said "Going up.", gathering the attention of a guy in the elevator with me. He looked at me weirdly.

"Oh, I'm from America and elevators don't do that there."

"Oh, an American!"

The guy seemed familiar. I smiled at him and nodded. "I'm Leslie, I'm moving into 702."

"I'm Phil, I live in 701. I guess you're the new neighbor that we've been expecting." Just then, the door to the floor opens and Phil motions me forward. Why did he seem so familiar.

I walk down the hall until I see two doors facing each other. The one on the right is labeled 701 and the one on the left is 702. I unlock the door to my apartment- flat- and I open the door. Inside, it's beautiful, just as I set my suitcase down, Naomi pages me and tells me that the shipping truck is here with my things.

I walk down and count to make sure I have all 5 boxes. When I make sure I have them all, I tip the guy and start heaving a box to the elevator. When I get to the seventh floor, I step out of the elevator. On the third trip, I pass a guy who isn't Phil. He stops when he sees me struggling with the box.

"Do you need some help?"

"Yes, please." He takes the box from me with ease and I unlock the door. He carries it into my flat and sets it down in the hall. He turns around and- no way. He's the guy from the airport, the one who caught me. His eyes widen.

"You! You're the girl from the airport."

"You're the guy I ran into at the airport! Oh yeah, sorry about that by the way. I'm Leslie."

"I'm Dan Howell, I live next door with my friend Phil Lester. He mentioned you a few minutes ago, so I was going to come meet you."

"You seem so familiar.."

"You might have heard me on the radio.. I do a radio show with my friend on BBC."

"Really? That's cool but I just got in London today and we don't have BBC radio in America."

"Oh.. you don't happen to use Youtube?"

"No, I'm more of a tumblr person. I'm rarely on Youtube."

"Oh, cool! I love tumblr."

We go down the elevator and get the rest of the boxes. I am going to have a really hard time unpacking my stuff before I have my couch and bed and stuff in the house. I groan thinking about how boring my Ikea trip will be.

"What is it?" Dan asked.

"I don't want to go furniture shopping but I need to buy everything. It will be so boring."

"If you want, Phil and I don't have anything planned. We could go with you."

"Really?" I perked up.

"Sure, just let me go get Phil. Meet out here in 5 minutes?"

"Yes!" Dan walked out to go get his friend from their flat.

It's nice making friends so fast. I was so worried that I would be alone for a long time but it's my first day and I already have 3 people who might become my friends. Dan, Phil, and Naomi.