I sigh I can't believe I have run out of notebooks already, it is a just little annoying.
"Hey Jess do they have Typo in England?" I shout over my shoulder as I open my phone.
"Ah yeah they had Typo before Australia did."
"Oh. Just checking." I open google maps and find the nearest Typo store. "Well see ya I'm off to go get me some stationary." I grab my keys and walked out into the hall and who do I see yeah Dan freaking Howell. And he was just coming out of his apartment for whatever reason.
"Um Hi." Dan just kinda stands there awkwardly.
"Hi."
"Emily wait." I hear from behind the door. Jessica yanks open the door almost hitting me in the back. "If you're going out get the stuff on the list." She hands me a list with a bunch off items messily written.
"Jess I can barely read this and that's an accomplishment."
"I know just buy the damn things."
"With what. I'm not exactly flash for cash at the moment."
"I know but I have even less than you. So will you get me this, I cook for you." It wasn't really a question it was a please just shut up and do it. Just to prove it she shuts the door and locks it before I could answer.
"Fine." I sigh and finally turn back to the stairwell and Dan who has an amused expression on his face.
"So I guess we're neighbours." I smile awkwardly, shyness returning.
"I guess we are." Dan replies equally awkward. "So are you new to London?"
"Um yeah new to England actually."
"Really where are you from?"
You can't tell by my accent… oh wait I probably haven't talked enough for him to identify it.
"Australia." If I'd been with friends or it was anyone other than my celebrity crush I probably would have said Straya mate or Aussie dude just to see their reaction but no, I just said Australia.
"That's cool." Dan replied awkwardly shuffling his feet.
"I should probably get going." I say realising we had just been standing here awkwardly for a while.
"Um. Yea I should get going too." He said being to walk down the stairs.
And then I do something utterly stupid. I can't help myself I muster up every last scrap of femineity in my body and attempted to sashay. As a result I tripped over my own feet. Down a whole flight of stairs. Ouch. No like seriously that hurt. That's gonna leave a mark.
Dan came running down the stairs and I shout. "Don't trip it hurts." I'm pretty sure it came out as a whimper but still.
"Oh my god are you okay?" Dan askes frantic.
Am I? I lift up my arms. Check. Then my legs. Check. I then fell my ribs. Intact and unbroken. I fell around my head to see if I'd cracked it open, wouldn't be the first time. Nope no cracks and defiantly no blood. I then reply with "I'm fine."
"That's good." Dan said clearly relaxing.
I get up with a groan. My muscles are extremely sore but I've had worse. "You know it's weird. An almost complete stranger shows more concern for me then my own brother in a very similar situation." I think out loud while I dust myself off.
Dan raised an eyebrow at me. "I'm guessing there's a story behind that comment."
I blush slightly. "You'd be correct." I mutter looking down at my shoes. Curse my shyness.
"Would you mind telling it to me?"
"It's not that much of a story." I mutter still looking down. "I can't remember exactly what we were going but I tripped and feel down a couple steps landing on my butt while Chris just laughed."
"Wow that's sounds like an excellent brother." Dan said his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Completely amazing." I couldn't help replying with my own large amount of sarcasm. "But do you want to know the saddest part?"
"Hm?" Dan hummed to answer.
"He's my older brother."
"You're not serious?" I swear his eyes are the size of… well I don't really know, I think the saying goes saucers but if I'm entirely honest I don't know what a saucer is.
"Deadly." Crap. We still hadn't moved from the lobby. "I should really get going." I mumbled.
"Oh. I should too. Where are you going anyway?" Dan begins to walk.
I begin to walk as well but thanks to the incident with the stairs I resist the urge to sashay. "Typo."
"Cool. I'm going that way as well I could show you… Seeing as you're new to London." Dan mutters nervously.
"That would be great." I mutter in reply.
"So do you want to do quick fire questions to get to know each other better?"
"You should probably be the one asking all the questions because I will probably know the answers for you, me being a fan and all." I murmur. Okay I'm pretty sure my face resembles a beetroot.
"Oh, right." Dan also looks pretty uncomfortable as well. "So do you want to play anyway just one sided."
"Sure why not." STOP FUCKING MUMMBLING YOU IDOIT!
"Okay so what's your full name?"
"Emily Isobelle Rose."
"Career?"
"I'm an author and a minor YouTuber."
"Oh cool what's your YouTube name?"
"Confessions of a total dork. It's one word."
"Um. Favourite song?"
"Don't have one." Okay I swear Dan's eyebrows are touching his hair line.
"Favourite band?"
"Don't have one."
"Favourite genre of music?"
"I don't have one."
"Do you not like music?!"
"I love music. I just listen to a large range of it. I don't really listen to certain genres or bands and I like so many different songs I can't chose just one."
"Oh okay. Favourite movie?"
"Similar situation as music."
"Some of your favourite movies?"
"Let's see. Pitch Perfect, Pitch Perfect 2, the Notebook, a Walk to Remember, Rise of the Guardians, Guardians of the Galaxy and the Avengers" Damn it! I must sound like such a stereotypical girl… except for the last two.
"Favourite genre of movie?"
"Humour. Fantasy is a close second though."
"Favourite book genre?"
"Fantasy."
"Favourite YouTuber?"
Shit. Is he seriously asking that? "Danisnotonfire. Maybe you've heard of him." How I had the courage to say that I don't know.
Dan laughs. "Serious?"
I look at the ground certain my cheeks resemble a tomato. "Yea." Okay if he heard that he must have super human hearing because I barley heard that and I said it!
Dan looks at me. "Am I intimidating to you?"
I almost snort in laughter. "You're about as intimidating as a pink butterfly stuck on a marshmallow." Yay I managed to not mumble that part.
Dan smiled too. "See so there's no reason to be scared."
"I'm not scared. I'm just not good around new people."
"Okay well that's understandable. Childhood nickname?"
Dude you do remember I'm from Australia right I could go on for days listing my nicknames. To be completely honest the first one to come to mind is: "Little miss chatterbox."
"You're joking!"
"Nope."
"Didn't you just say you aren't talkative?"
"I never said that. I said I wasn't good around new people. But once I really start talking to people I don't shut up."
"Fair enough."
We were both quite for a little bit. I guess he had run out of ideas for questions.
"And here we are at the magnificent land of Typo." Dan said gesturing to the store. "So I guess this is where we part ways."
"I guess." I sigh I was kinda enjoying talking to Dan even if I was mumbling everything. "I'll see you around?"
"Well we do live next door to each other so I guess we will." And with that he walked off.
So I walk in to Typo to buy some stationary.
(Henry, Harold, Fred, George and Rachel)
You know I only just realised that I was alone in London for the first time ever. This city is effing huge. At least I have my phone with Google Maps. I eventually found the grocery store and did the shopping before managing to find my way home. Surprisingly.
I walk up the flights of stairs to get to mine and Jess's apartment. As I reach the door I realise my keys are in my pocket and my hands are filled with groceries. Shit I feel old.
After dumping all of my shopping bags so I could get my keys out, I unlock the door. Only to realise in all my genus I had dumped the bags in front of the door that opens outwards.
"Poo bugger bum crap tit wee." I murmured.
"You kiss your mother with that mouth." A voice I could recognise anywhere said from behind me clearly joking.
I snort slightly. "She's the one that taught me that." I look at my predicament and sigh.
"Need some help?" Dan offers.
"It would seem so." I sigh again and begin shuffling the bags out of the way with my feet.
"Something tells me your method isn't going to be all that effective." Dan said already bending down to pick up a few bags, showing a lovely view of this underwear. Shit, Em stop looking there.
I sigh again. "You don't think I already know this. I'm just to effing lazy to pick them all up again." I said as I continued slowly shuffling my bags out of the way.
Dan laughed. "Suit yourself."
Once I had kicked most of the bags out of the way and Dan had picked up the rest I opened the door.
"Where's your roommate Jess anyways?"
"Knee deep in assignments or videos. I can't shout loud enough to snap her out of it. Without disrupting all of the neighbours."
"Fair enough."
After a little while the only bag left was my typo bag. As I picked it up it decided to split open. Spilling out a large amount of notebooks, pens, pencils, pencil pens (I think the actual name is mechanical pencil but I prefer pencil pens) rubbers, and drawing pads.
"Oh you've got to be fucking kidding me." I mutter.
"You brought a lot of stationary."
Shit. Now he thinks I'm a werido. "They had a sale?" I'm not very convincing am I? I kneel down and begin picking up my absurd amount of stationary.
"Sure." He was not buying it. He kneels down as well and begins to help me. And at this moment I am so glad my life isn't a movie because if it was we would do the whole hand touchy cliché thing. And I don't think I could contain my squeal if that happened.
After getting up, enormous amount of stationary in hand I said thanks and headed inside. I walked up the stairs and towards my room.
"Search you're feeling you will like and subscribe. Okay bye…. waaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiittttttttttttt. Remember if the sky's not blue don't leave the house it might be an alien invasion." I hear Jess say from inside her room outroing (is that a word it is now) her video.
I walk into my room drop all my stationary on my desk look around at my box filled room and sigh. Literally the only things I had unpacked were some of my cloths, my bedding, my stationary and my laptop. We've been here for two weeks. I need to get my act together. Especially since Jess unpacked almost everything everywhere else. I unpack my camera and tripod and decide to procrastinate even more by making a video. Which when I think about it isn't the worst thing for me to be doing seeing as I had been procrastinating doing that for a while and I can make money off it which we sorely need. I set up my gear facing it towards my bed. I sit down and then pressed record.
"Hello. Insert comment about not having any ideas for an intro here. Yea I'm out of ideas on how to say that sentence creatively," I'm gesturing with my hands again aren't I? "Anyway I'm filming on my bed and before you guys get weird it just because there's literally boxes everywhere but here and my desk… and that's covered in stationary… and I really don't want to film a video of me sitting on my desk." I look behind me to realise my multi-coloured teddy bear was resting on a pillow. "Yes that is a teddy bear. Yes I sleep with a teddy bear. No I do not care about your opinion." I do my fuck you smile. (You know what I'm talking about don't even try to deny it.) "Anyway. Time for another instalment of reasons why I have no social life… I should really make a jingle for this."
"So what failure of my life am I going to present today. For the internet. Were anyone can see it… You know the more I do this series the more I'm certain it's a bad idea. Back to the topic… I'm shy." I did a fake gasp. "I don't just mean a little shy noooooooo. I mean stupidly shy. I full stop can't talk to people I've met recently. If they ask me a yes or no question I'll nod or shake my head. I have to force myself to say things to people I don't know. And if I do force myself to form words. I mumble them. I find it physically imposable to speak at regular volume to a 'new' person. Then after I say something, the person will probably not of heard me and ask me sorry what was that. To which I will reply with never mind… Yeah I am aware it's as annoying as all hell. But I still do it cos if I didn't I would have to repeat what I said and it would be just as quite the second time around. Because of this I tend to actively avoid meeting new people. On top of the mumbling, if there is another person nearby and my brain has decided: You're comfortable with that person, then I will try and hide behind them…" I was doing that wide eyed nod by now. "And considering I'm six foot something, it doesn't really work out a lot. But you know how in preschool there's always that one kid hiding behind their mum's leg… Yea… I was that kid… ALL the time!"
"EM DINNERS READY!"
"I'LL JUST FINISH FILMING THIS VIDEO."
"KAY."
"Anyway I should probably finish the video… and stop procrastinating and so should you. I know you are. Don't deny it I can see into your soul… It's dark in there. Like and subscribe and stuff. Also if you hadn't figured it out me and Jess moved to LONDON! WOOOOOOOOOO!" I put on my little kid voice. "It's scary and big and stuff." I waved to the camera. "Ooooooookkkkkkkkkkaaaaaaaaaaayyyyy bbbbbbbyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeee!" I grabbed the camera and showed off the large amount of boxes in my room. "Like my boxes there's just a few." Oh sarcasm how I love you. I then switch off the camera and go downstairs and eat dinner with Jess while rewatching 'Death Note.'
After dinner I went upstairs unpacked a few boxes (Yay progress) made a few more videos edited them (With Jess' help) and uploaded them. Scrolled Tumblr for a bit then went to bed.
(Marshall, Michel, Jacob, Wendy and Brittany)
I wake up and checked my phone. 9:30 wow I'm up early. I open my laptop and check my emails. HOLY SHIT! NO WAY. YouTube must have glitched or something. Dan couldn't have subscribed to me. No way. Wait. Wait wait wait. He commented on my first video. WOW. I clicked on the link to read it and ended up watching my first video.
"Hello." Sixteen year old me waved. Her camel blonde hair was tucked behind her ears but over her shoulders, the bridge of her nose was covered in freckles and with more than a few pimples scattered around her face. The current lighting was making my greenish-blue eyes a light blue shade. So not much has changed. Except less pimples… Like a lot less… Thankfully.
"Is that really the intro I'm going with? …Yea I have no creative and original ideas for the intro. Wonderful. Off to a great start here. I've decided I won't do loads of jumpcuts because this is already cringy and five second long jumpcuts aren't going to help. I'm not really assuming anyone will see this and if you are one of the four people that stumble across this. Run fast run far… It appears you've ignored my warning so you can't blame me. Anyway this is my first video so yeah. I'm sixteen, Australian, female in case you were wondering, I'm in grade ten, I live in Queensland and I'm dying from the heat… and it's spring. Um I decided to make this video because it seemed like fun, and I need a hobby and Jess won't shut up about it sooo yeah here I am. Updates if they ever come will be all over the place. And I've already run out of things to say, great. I should probably do an outro now. But I don't have any ideas for that either. You know Jess I think I beat you in longest intro video ever. So I should probably stop procrastinating doing my assignments and you should too. Don't lie to me it's the reason you found this video isn't it." She wiggled her eyebrows. "I know all. Ookkkkaaaay bbbbbbbbbyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" She waved and the video ended.
Well that was less cringy than I expected. I look down at the comments and read Dan's: This is really good it's better than my first video for sure.
I almost squeal. Almost. After I calm down from that I decide to check my Facebook which has a friend request from Dan. HOLY SHIT! This time I squeal. Quietly, thankfully. Try saying that five times fast. I obliviously press accept and begin to slowly scroll through his pictures. Thankfully I'm stopped from getting to creepy levels of Facebook stalking when I get a pm from Dan.
Hey
Hi
How are you?
Good. You?
Fine.
Did you watch all my videos yesterday?
Not all.
How many :P
More than I should admit :P
*Huffs* Fine be that way
*Crosses arms over chest* Fine I will.
Sooooooooo
So
Sooo
So-oooo
Did you really pm me without anything to say? Because that sounds like something I would do.
I have a question to ask you.
Yes of course I'll marry you I thought you'd never ask.
Not that question!
Oh I guess two days after meeting someone is a little fast :P
Wow.
I have a twisted sense of humour if you can't tell.
I can tell.
Okay so we've established you're not blind.
But have we established that you aren't
No we haven't you'll just have to trust me.
You do realise how lazy we're being we are literally across the hall from each other I could come over
I'm aware we're being lazy but if you came over I would probably still mumble around you, the only reason I'm comfortable doing this is because you're not physically here so my mumbling and shyness doesn't trigger. Also I'm still in my PJ's
So kind of like most people's empathy doesn't trigger over the internet because you can't see the reaction.
Holy shit he gets it! That's a first.
Yes exactly like that.
What was the question you wanted to ask me anyway?
I was wondering if you'd like it if me and Phil gave you and Jess a tour of London seeing as you're new.
W-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-wait does Dan want to spend time with me?! ME?!
I'd love to. What day?
Is tomorrow good?
I'll check.
"YO JESS!" I shout to the lounge room.
"WHAT?"
"YOU FREE TOMOOROW?"
"YEA. WHY?"
"DAN AND PHIL OFERED TO GIVE US A TOUR OF LONDON."
"AWESOME! DEFINATLY FREE TOMOOROW."
"COOL."
I type my reply.
Tomorrow's good
I heard. :P
Oh crap. We were really loud.
Opps
Me and Phil do it all the time.
*Phil and I
Shut up grammar police.
I will when you learn how to English :P
Says the Australian :P
Hey! We're not all Bogans.
Whatever you say.
Somehow I get the feeling I'm not going to get to unpacking any time soon.
AN: Hio Leaf here (Tanithscrazytwin or Outofideaslikesrs) Sorry this took so long. However it is by far the longest chapter I've written. Which is good. Sorry if the tense is all over the place.
We both really enjoyed reading your reviews and I'm going to respond to them in my chapters starting with this one
comicgeek18: You have no idea how happy that made me. Because of your review and the other one, I managed to be happy, walking to school. On a monday. Emily is my character and I'm so glad you like her.
darth jennab: Thanks for telling me I've fixed it up now. And I'm very glad you're enjoying the story so far.
And don't worry if the uploads are slow it's because of school and that stuff. But neither Coles or I have any intention of abandoning this story anytime soon. And if one of us does the other will probably just continue on.
I have a question for you can you tell the difference between our writing styles. I'm curious. Oooooooooooooooookkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee