Hey guys! Again, it has been some time since the last chapter so I know I need to type this so you guys won't get pissed haha. Let me start outwith a question. Do you guys like when I change the POV every new chapter? I mean, I just want to know so you guys like the story but anyway, I am almost done with soccer so hopefully I'll have more time to type and shit like that. Guys you gotta review more. Honest to God, I would update faster if I got more feedback. However, those who have reviewed, you're awesome! So be like the awesome people! And if you have any tips, don't be afraid to tell me! Finally, thanks so much for giving me your time to read the story and here is the chapter!


Ch. 10

(Erin's POV)

"That'll be ten pounds please," The woman said at the counter. I looked at her with a look of disappointment, sadness, and in utter annoyance as I dug into my purse. I mean, that's a lot for a damn bag of bloody candy! Am I wrong to think that!? Hell no! I slowly gave the cashier the money with a growl while she stared at me, as if she was waiting for me to just cut and run out of the shop. Yeah some people may think I'm a bitch but I'm no thief.

"Thank you," The woman said with a smile. I knew she was faking it as I took my candy and walked out of the tiny candy store. It was Saturday and it was raining in London. Again. It ALWAYS rained in London because I guess England had to be sad all of the time. Crossing the street, I walked over to the bus stop and waited for the big red double-decker bus to pull up to the curb I was standing at. As soon as I got on, I went up the stairs and got a seat on the second story like I always did. I was kind of short so I liked to be in high seats. But for some reason, there was a person a few seats behind me that would NOT stop talking. I was about to turn around and just tell them to belt up but all I did was stuff my mouth with candy to keep that from happening.

"And she said that I was a French frog and I thought she was pretty bitchy when she said that...Do I know you guys?"

My eyes went wide as I heard the voice again. It was a guy, probably my age, who sounded so familiar to me. I turned around slowly and my soft brown eyes grew big at the sight before me. Charles, of all people, was sitting two seats behind me! What the fucking fuck!? What the bloody hell was that frog doing here!?

'Keep it together Erin. Just don't let him see you.' I thought to myself as I quickly turned back to the front window, slouched in my seat, and put another piece of fruit-flavored hard candy in my mouth. As long as I don't talk to him or let him see me, he won't engage. Piccadilly Circus...Number 10 Downing Street...Fucking Westminister...Oh my God, this bus ride is taking forever and Charles' voice is growing louder every second. I don't think the people he's talking to care about what he's saying. I-

"Mademoiselle, might I have a piece?"

I squeaked and jumped in my seat, lifting my head up to his jaw and hitting it hard against his chin. He grunted in pain and held his jaw with his bright blue eyes scrunched closed tightly. I sighed and rolled my eyes as I sat him down.

"I didn't mean to do that and I'm sorry, but what the hell are you doing here!? You're supposed to be with your frog friends in frog city Paris in f-ing France! Not Great Britain, you git!"

Charles continued to rub his jaw as he gave me a faint smile.

"I wanted to see you, Erin," He said in his slightly-deep accent that didn't bother me as much now that I have talked to him long enough.

"And, if allowed, I must say that you hit much harder than one would expect," He said as he held his jaw and the top of his head now. I couldn't help but laugh as I handed him a piece of candy to make him feel better.

I felt my cheeks heat up slightly when he said this. So, to cover it up, I bumped him on the head, causing him to pout.

"Now, tell me why you're here, because you better not be moving here," I said with my arms crossed. He shook his head and wiped a strand of blonde hair from his eyes.

"No, I came to see what England looked like since my parents have some sort of business trip, so I've been riding on the bus all day. And then I found you and got my jaw broken and my head punched...," He said with another pout.

"I said I didn't mean to...," I said softly. I gasped inaudibly at how quiet I sounded. I'm never quiet! I mean, even my thoughts are really loud! So loud that they just burst forward from my lips. And that is why I am the filter-less queen, but back to the boy in front of me, who sighed and shook his head again.

"No...I'm sorry for blaming you...," He said. He then got really happy again and started jumping up and down in the seat.

"But I got to see Big Ben and Buckingham Palace and the London Eye and...and...and...sacre bleu! I know I saw some other stuff but I can't think of it right now! Erin, why can't I think of the rest right now!?" He groaned in question.

I shrugged. "I don't know. I don't know what the French think about." I gave him another piece of candy. "Ugh...So where are you staying for the trip?" I asked.

"The Ritz in Piccadilly Circus," He said nonchalantly.

I almost spit out the chocolate I was eating because that was one of the best hotels in the entire country. Five stars to be exact! His bright blue eyes gave me a confused look and I stared at him. "Are you serious!?"

"Y-Yeah...why?" He asked me, almost as if he was afraid of my reaction.

"Because that is like the best hotel in London and in Britain!? Is your family like rich or something?"

He nodded and smiled. "Oui, my family owns a big company in Paris. It's funny. I forgot the name of it but it's supposed to be really famous and stuff like that. But yeah the room is pretty great but I've seen better. What does your family do?" He asked me.

My face got red from embarrassment and I hesitated on my response. "Umm...My Mom is a nurse and works at the clinic and my Dad...well...he's kind of the city drunk..."

He winced. "Out of like, 9 million people in London?"

"Pretty much...," I said with disappointment.

He put a hand on my shoulder for comfort and surprisingly I didn't swat it away. His warm hand felt soft on my shoulder and it heated the cold wetness the rain had formed on it- wait, What the hell am I saying!? I should hate him! I didn't even notice that the bus had come to a complete stop and it just happened to be my destination. I stood up, practically dashed down the bus stairs, and went out the door into the misty street. Charles followed me with that smart-ass smirk on his face as he held his umbrella over my head.

"What!? Are you following me now?"

"I want to see where you live," He said happily as he followed me along the sidewalk.

I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Why?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. It might be interesting. Besides, isn't that what friends do?"

"What do you mean?"

"Friends. We come over to each others' homes to hang out, have fun."

I blinked at him in surprise. "You would consider me a friend, even after the way I've treated you?"

"Oui. After all, that was just you messing around, no?" He replied with a smile.

I thought about that for a second. Part of me had meant it as a joke, just messing around like he said. But everything else..., it had meant as it was. Not a joke. The way he said it with such conviction and faith, faith in me..., it made me feel a little bad about the way I'd been treating him.

"So, this is your home?" The way his voice cut into my mind startled me. And I may have hit him again.

"Ow! What was that for!?" He exclaimed sadly.

"Sorry, you just surprised me, is all," I responded in a similar tone. I looked up, and my house was indeed right there.

It fit my needs but it wasn't exactly the best house on the block. It was getting pretty old. I think it's been here since the beginning of World War two so that's really old! And it was kind of noisy since it was right next to all of the shopping districts, but I liked that part. As to the French guy beside me, he seemed like he wanted to come with me everywhere I went. I was still questioning myself as to how we ended up on the same bus, but whatever. I guess that's just karma against me for being me. But...he did seem a little different now than he did in the game. In the game, we always bickered and argued about stupid things, but I think we'll both know it's a joke. Not really how we see each other. At least...now we will. But in real life, he's actually kind of sweet and kind.

"So, this is my place. Bit of a shithole, isn't it?"

I asked. Charles shook his head, and just stared at my house, thinking. "I think it's mignon (cute)."

"Huh?" I asked him. I hated it when he spoke in his native tongue, because I didn't understand a word he says!

"Nothing. Can I come in?"

"Sure, I guess. My Mum might get mad since I didn't tell her anybody was coming. That, or she'll offer you some scones and a cup of tea," I said as I dug into my pocket for my house key. Once I found the golden one out of the bunch, I unlocked the giant oak front door and threw my bag on the counter next to it.

"Mum, I'm home!"

"Good timing dear! I'm just about done with making lunch," She yelled from the kitchen.

I looked at Charles. "You should probably stay here. You might want the escape route."

He looked in the direction of the kitchen warily. "You think so?"

I snorted. "No, you daft fool. It's just a joke." Walking into the kitchen, I saw that my mom was making chicken and dumplings while she was also steaming some Yorkshire tea. She just loved that stuff.

"Um, Mummy?"

"Hmm?" She asked as she looked at me with a smile. I rubbed the back of my head and turned toward then door.

"Well um...I kind of brought a friend over...," I muttered.

"Oh, that's fine. I have enough for one more, since your father is working late tonight. Where is she?"

"He, actually."

She stopped stirring the pot of chicken and dumplings and looked at me with slightly widened eyes. I couldn't tell if she was happy or angry that I'd brought a boy home. Wait, what am I saying? He's not even my boyfriend, so why am I acting like he is!?

"A boy, Erin? Do introduce me dear!" She exclaimed happily. I turned to the door and called for Charles to come in. He came in slowly, shyly, almost, as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. Mom's eyes sparkled as she shook his hand and sat him down at the table. He looked embarrassed the whole time. He looked kind of cute all red-faced like that.

"Oh Erin, I love blonde hair on a guy! a these eyes are something else! So where are you from, dear? London? Liverpool? Ohhhh! Birmingham!?" She asked with excitement. Charles shrugged and smiled a bit.

"Not exactly...," He said quietly. My mom brought her head back in confusion.

"You have a different accent. Oh my God, please tell me you're from America! Erin! You have an American boyfriend!?"

"No Mum!" I screamed. I crossed my arms and looked away from her.

"He's from Paris...actually...," I said. Charles looked at my Mom and she looked at him, slowly.

"Ohhh...You're French...Ummmm...What are you doing in Britain?"

Okay, that was kind of a rude thing to say to him, but then again I've been rude to him lots of times. I smirked at her and grinned.

"He's on the game development team I've told you about and his parents are here on business. They're currently staying at the Ritz in Piccadilly."

Yep, that did the trick. Mom's eyes got their sparkle again at the mention of the FAMOUS EXPENSIVE hotel. Ugh, Charles and I both knew she was interested in him again since he was rich. There was no telling what she would ask of him...


And that is the end of the chapter! And that is basically part one of Charles and Erin's little story. The next chapter will be in Charles' POV and then the cycle will start over again with Kirito and the game will probably be finished in a few chapters! I kind of wish the video game makers of today would hurry their asses up so I can make my own VR game! Well anyway, did you like the chapter!? It was a bit slow but I can't just have these characters in the story and not care about them! Please review the story and tell me what you thought of it! I honestly care about your criticism and praise! Finally, thanks so much for giving your time to read the story and we will see you next time! tHIS CHAPTER WAS GREATLY HELP BY OTAKU72! SO GIVE CREDIT TO HIM ONTHIS ONE XD