Thank you to the two reviewers, they really helped motivate me to continue with this, I might answer them next week I'm just really tired today. Anyways I think I will update Saturdays, and if I'm busy on Saturday I will update on Sunday.

Enjoy the story :)

Hey guys. Just landed at the airport. I'm texting like I promised but I need to get to my brother's house. TTYL :) I put my phone away then walked to the baggage claim. Nate said he would pick me up there. I finally got to the baggage claim, after asking many people how to get here, and went to my plane's carousel. I got my two suitcases, then walked to the side. I pulled out my phone and called Nate. Riiiiiiiing. Riiiiiiiiiing. Riiiiiiiiiing. Riiiiiiiiiing. Hello, this is Nathaniel Gray, sorry I can't talk right now, I'm probably busy. Please leave a message. BEEP! I was so startled it took me a seconded to speak, he had completely lost his american accent for a British one.

"Umm. Hey Nate it's me, Tessa, umm, your little sister. I'm at the airport, are you coming to pick me up or are you already here? Please call back, love you." I stood there waiting for him to show up, call, or even text. After awhile it didn't seem likely. Scanning the crowd I look for his face in this unfamiliar crowd and gaze down at my phone to see if he responded.

An hour passed with no sign of him. What should I do? He never gave me his address, he just said he would pick me up. I start to pace and fiddle with my mothers necklace. What if his car broke down? What if he got in a car accident? What if- I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. Nate? I whipped out my phone as fast as humanly possible. FINALLY TESSA! YOU DON'T KNOW HOW HARD IT IS NOT TO TALK TO YOUR BEST FRIEND FOR EIGHT HOURS! I know you can't talk right now, but tell me when you can how's London? I sighed, it was just Izzy. Although I love my friends dearly, now is not the time. I shove my phone back into my pocket.

"Tessie?" I snap my head up as I hear my name. Wait, Tessie? Only Nate calls me that... I go silent.

"Tessie, is that you?" The voice spoke out again.

"Nate?" I finally find my voice. I look around until I find his silly smile plastered on his face, his blonde hair has fallen into his blue eyes. My face quickly broke into a smile quite similar to his.

"Nate!" I squealed while running up to him. With three strides I embrace him in a bear hug.

"I'm so sorry, Tessie. I got held up a work and I got your message right before my phone died." He explains as he wraps his arms around me. I look him in the eye.

"It's alright Nate. I understand." Pulling him tighter, I bury my face into his chest. I smelled something I couldn't put my figure on. I pull away.

"Nate, you smell kinda funny, are you okay?"

He waved his hand as he were hitting my words away.

"Let go home, shall we?" He walked over to my bags and grabbed one.

"Umm, sure." I replied while walking over. I picked up my other bag.

"Come on this way." He turned around and walked where I assumed his car was parked. I followed him and started to take in all the ways that he's changed. Obviously he's older, but his eyes look impossibly more wise than they did four years ago, but somehow still maintained a childish glint in them. I wonder why? That's a good thing, right? With his age, he'd gotten taller, even a bit taller than me. But the thing that hit me the most was how he spoke, he sounded so different with his newfound accent. I really shouldn't be surprised, he has spent four years here after all. Nate took out his keys and opened the trunk of the car. We put my bags in the car, then closed to trunk. I walked over to the right side.

"Tessie." Nate finally spoke, sounding amused.

"What?" I started at him. What's so wrong about being on the right side of the car? He gestured to the car. Squinting my eyes, I looked into the window and saw the steering wheel. Letting out a simple 'oh', I walk over to the left side of the car and get in.

"You're in England now Tessie, things are different here." He puts the keys in the ignition, then quickly turned around and grabbed a box sitting in the back seat. I barely notice as I look out the window, thinking about how much my life might change here.

"Biscuit?"

"Why would I want a biscuit?" I asked, somewhat offended. I turned to look at him to see a cookie being handed to me.

"Nate, that's a cookie."

"It's called a biscuit here." He moved the cookie closer.

"It's a cookie."

"Biscuit." I took it and he smiled.

"I'm still calling it a cookie though." He sighed and started to drive. The car was attacked with rain drops, blurring our vision and creating streams on the windows. Oddly enough, the rain drops made a comforting sound as they hit the window in an irregular pattern. Nate turned on the radio. A song was playing but I really didn't care, I'm far too busy thinking about school. Will I make new friends? Will the classes be hard? What if the teachers are really mean? What about the other students?

"So?" Nate awkwardly started a conversation, looking sheepish, "How do you like London so far?"

"Seeing that I've only seen the airport and the roads…." I trailed off.

"True. Well, umm. Are you excited for, umm, school?"

"Nervous, more or less. I don't like how I'll be a new student during senior ye-"

"It's called Grade Twelve here."

"What! That makes no sense! It sounds so boring! I mean-"

"Accept it, Tessie. You can't call yourself a senior."

"But I've been waiting my whole high school career to call myself a senior!"

"Deal with it, Tessa. You'll just have to accept it."

"You know what? I don't care. I'm a senior, and I'm not changing my mind."

"You're going to confuse the other students."

"It'll be fun." I gave him the look. The one I always gave him when we were little, the one that said 'you're fighting against me, you aren't going to win, and you know it'.

He sighed. I smiled, the look never failed. The rest of the ride was quiet, leaving me to think about everything. School, homework, my brother, the rain, the city, it's people. After about ten more minutes Nate pulled into a driveway.

"Say hello to your new home, Tessie."

I looked up at the house. It had two stories, painted an off white with gray gutters. The roof has drab black shingles, and the house is finished with green shutters. There's a garage connected and the yard is splattered with washed out green grass, it almost looks sick. Following Nate to the door, I watched as he got out his keys, and opened the door.