The flight was horrendous. I lost track of time but I can tell you, it was so, fucking long that I think I could have raised a child during the flight. I had spent the hours tapping my fingers, listening to music, watching random movies and cheesy dramas. Cameron being Cameron, fell asleep for the entire flight, snoring lightly and constantly shifting in his sleep. Once we arrived in London, I was the first person out of the plane and out of the airport.
Cameron was jogging towards me with his carry on, "What the hell, Violet? I have to keep an eye on you."
I shrugged him off, "I'm 21. Not 13. Please treat me like an adult who has a phobia of airports."
A man in a black suit and hat came up to us. "Ms. Bell?"
"It depends..." I trailed off.
"I'm giving you a ride to your new flat on behalf of your Father?"
Cameron cut in, "Yes. That's us." And the man took our carry ons.
"We brought all 9 of your suitcases into one of the two cars." The man said as we walked towards the 2 black cars. I thanked him as he opened the door for us. On the drive to the apartment I looked out the window. This place was really gray. The sky was completely covered with clouds and the place seemed a bit cooler than New York and a bit quite. As I stared out the window, I slowly drifted off to sleep.
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I woke up to Cameron poking my shoulder. "Blue Bell, we're here."
"I will fucking kill you if you poke me again." I mumbled, making sure it was loud enough for him to hear. Cameron retreated his finger and got out of the car. I lifted my head from the side of the car, got out and stretched. We managed to haul up all 9 suitcases to the 19th floor. We eventually got everything into the room and the guys left. Cameron said he was going to call Big Daddy to tell him that we arrived, and he left to his room. Before he made the call he turned to me.
"Violet, get a job."
"Cameron," I mocked. "get a life."
"I'm serious, Blue Bell. Big Daddy wants you to blend in. A job is what most 21-year olds have."
"Fine, Jesus. But you need a life." I said as I took a set of keys that rested on the table by the door. "I'm taking the car."
"We have a driver."
"And I can drive."
"I'm coming with you."
"Nope. Too late!" I exclaimed as I ran out and shut the door. "So long, tit bag!" I didn't seem to noticed a boy who was entering the apartment beside me, laughing.
"'Tit bag' nice!" He said and I jumped. "Sorry, did I scare you?" Instead of answering him, I ran to the closing elevator and made it in just in time. I began to press the close button as many times as possible. When the door closed I had my head in my hands and was shaking violently.
"Oh fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh shit shit shit SHIT!" I began pounding the elevator wall because when that boy startled me I stared into brown eyes and dark brown hair. I stared at the boy from a year ago; Dan.
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How did he find me? Fucking coincidence? Fucking fate? Fucking fuck! My mind was racing like no tomorrow. The guy of my nightmares was living beside me.
I tried to push the thought out of my head and focus at the problem at hand: Finding a job. I walked into a Starbucks and ordered a pumpkin spice latte. I noticed there was only one girl working. She had red hair and green eyes. Her face had a soft splash of freckles sprawled across the bridge of her nose and a redness to her cheeks. She had quite a small frame but she looked strong enough to defend herself.
"Excuse me." The girl turned to face me.
"Yes?" She said in a British accent.
"Are you, by any chance, hiring?"
"Actually, yes! Yes, we are." She beamed. "Can you make drinks?"
"I'm a fair coffee addict. So, yeah. I guess I can."
"Great." She said cheerfully then she took a binder out and handed it to me. "Here are the recipes. The highlighted ones are the most popular. Try to memorize them and don't let anyone else find these."
"Yes, ma'am." I flashed her a smile and took the dark green binder and my drink. I stopped by the store to get some groceries since out fridge was empty. I got the basics and then threw in my little parts; Malteasers, Chocolate bars, Ice cream, Popsicle, chips, and sour watermelons. I drove home in silence but then I began to hum "I Write Sins Not Tragedies" by Panic! At the Disco. My humming then turned into a full fledged belt out.
"I chime in with a haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamned door? No!" I sang as I got out of the car. I began to haul my groceries into the elevator and the door was almost about to close when they suddenly opened. Guess who was standing there? Fucking hell...
"It's the girl who ran away!" Dan said he entered.
"Hi." I said as the doors finally closed.
"You look really familiar, but your accent dictates that you're not from here." He pryed.
"That's for me to know and for you to find out." I said, rolling my eyes and trying to avoid eye contact.
"Holy crap! Your the girl from New York! It's me, Dan?" He exclaimed as he turned to me. I faked my surprised.
"Oh my god, Dan? I tried to call you but I lost the napkin!"
"It's fine. I didn't think you'd call."
"I tried to find it."
"And look where we are now." He smiled.
"Yeah, neighbors. It's like a bag full of kittens and more."
Dan laughed, "I love that! I'm sorry, but I forgot your name."
"Violet Bell. What's your last name?"
"Dan Howell. I- I mean Howell. Howell is my last name, Dan is my first."
"I got that, Dan Howell." I laughed.
"Do you need help with those bags?" He asked, eyeballing the plastic bags in my hands.
"Oh, no. I got this." The elevator doors slid open to reveal our floor.
"Well I hope to see you soon, Violet." Dan said as he opened the door.
"Same here, Dan." I flashed my innocent smile as I opened the door. Dan walked into his apartment as so did I. Once I closed the door, my smile vanished.
"Cameron!" I yelled. The boy's blonde head popped out from the corner. "We're moving out of here now."
