CHAPTER THREE

Tea and Coffee.

The next morning I woke up with the bright sunlight streaming through the windows and down onto my face. I groaned in frustration and pulled the thin blankets over my head.

"Oh you're finally up," Hannah stated, from the table I assumed.

In response I mumbled a yah and that was when I felt my blankets being pulled off my body.

I gasped when I saw who the person responsible was. "Lilly!"

"What? All I'm doing is helping you get tickets!" She argued, sitting down on the chair across from Hannah and taking a bite out of the muffin. "We were just listening to the radio, and tickets were already sold out, but you can still win some from the concert hall!"

Squealing, I shot up out of bed and ran into the bathroom with my clothes in hand. I had to win those tickets.

In about seven minutes flat I was dressed and made up. Once I emerged from the bathroom I noticed Hannah and Lilly giggling at the table.

"What?" I questioned, dropping down into an empty chair and taking a bite out of Hannah's half eaten muffin.

"Oliver just texted me and said he locked the bathroom door," Lilly started, looking down at her phone and reading the text out loud. "Lills locked the b-room door and closed it. Nick's mad, help?"

I burst out laughing, almost chocking on the muffin in my mouth.

"Ew, Miles, chew then laugh," Hannah shot me a look of disgust and stood up from the table.

Just then the three of us heard a loud knock on the door. I ran to answer it and saw Mr. Riley standing outside, a large smile on his face.

"Great, you girls are up! Grab your purses, it's time to start our England adventure," He motioning for us to come outside.

Quickly we all grabbed out purses and went out into the hallway where all the other kids were standing. Scanning the hall I spotted Nick's curly hair and went to stand next to him where as Lilly and Hannah walked over to Oliver.

"Hey, so where we headed today?" I asked Nick, leaning against the wall as Mr. Paul droned on about the history of England and everything we are so lucky to be able to see.

"Um, were going to walk around – no car or anything because you can't experience things from behind a window so he says, and after we go to a few museums, then we can walk around the block alone," He stated, looking a little bored.

"Awesome, so we sneak away when they hit the museums," I replied, running a hand through my long brown hair. Nick looked over at me, a look of disbelief across his face

"No, no way! There is no way I'm sneaking away do you know how much trouble we will get in?"

I scoffed. "Nick please, you are looking at the master of sneaking!"

He shook his head, causing a few curls to move and bounce around. Who was he kidding? Nick always went along with what I asked; I mean… he's in England right now isn't he?

Crossing my arms across me chest I looked up at him. "Come on, you're my best friend ever and I planned for us to go to the concert together!" I whined, as he looked down at me. He always fell for the puppy dog look.

Nick let out a sigh. "Fine. But if we get caught, it's all your fault!"

I smirked, and nodded my head. "Yah sure, my fault whatever now come on!" I grabbed his hand and pulled him down the stairs as the rest of the kids piled into the elevator.

Once we reached the lobby we walked over to our group and waited for the headcount to begin.

"Guys, me and Nick are going to leave once we get to the museum ok?" I said to my sister, Lilly, and Oliver.

"Wait! We don't get to come?" Oliver asked, looking over at Lilly and Hannah.

I furrowed my brows. "Um no…"

"No fair!" Hannah shouted, causing a few kids to look over at her. She just smiled and waved. "No fair," This time her voice was in a whisper as she put her face in front of mine. I could smell the coffee on her breath, and took a step back.

"Yah, if you get to skip out on the museums so do we!" Lilly crossed her arms across her chest and stomped her foot. Oh she could be so childish sometimes.

I sighed and looked over at Nick, who raised his eyebrows.

"Fine!" I rolled my eyes and turned around to start walking out of the hotel. Stopping in my tracks I spun around in my heel, facing Oliver, Lilly, and Hannah. "But this is a one time thing," I pointed my finger at them then continued on with the walk.

Behind me I could head Hannah giggle. Ugh.

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"And this kids is the great-" I sighed and turned to Nick, who looked surprisingly interested in what Mr. Paul was saying. I on the other hand, was bored out of my mind. I mean, how many special and old buildings were there in England? Way too many in my opinion.

"Sir, when will we be reaching the museums?" I asked, raising my hand in the air.

Mr. Paul looked down at his watch then back up at me. "About five minutes Miss. Stewart."

Reaching over I pinched Nick in the arm and he dramatically grabbed it, holding it as if I had just slugged him one. "What was that for?"

I rolled my eyes and pulled him away from the group. "We gotta go now," I whispered and watched as Hannah, Oliver, and Lilly slowly drifted away as well.

"I still think this is the worst idea you have ever had!" I was about to say something but he interrupted me. "And yes, worse than you wanting me to travel to New York with you to see some TRL."

"Just be quiet ok?" I looked over at my shoulder, grabbed Nick's hand and pulled him behind a local coffee shop. Two minutes later, the other three were there as well, large smiles on their faces.

"Ohmigod I'm so excited! I actually get to see London, and not the boring part but the shopping part!" Lilly squealed, clapping her hands together. Hannah nodded in agreement.

"Ok, so they reach the hotel again at about 5:00, and it's 2:00 right now, so that we means we got like… three hours," I stated, making sure everyone was on the same page.

"Thank you captain obvious, now come on lets get going!" Oliver said his voice full of excitement.

"We should all know where everyone is. Where are you guys going?" Nick asked, averting his eyes to the three standing against the brick wall. Aw, always so sweet and caring.

"I'm going into this coffee shop. I'm dying for a cappuccino," Hannah stated, flipping her long blonde hair off her shoulders. "Then the mall."

"Oliver and I are going to go check out that skate park we saw a few blocks back!" Lilly started to bounce on the balls of her feet as Oliver nodded.

"Nick and I are going to go to that concert hall, then where ever he wants to go." I pointed down the street and everyone nodded.

Once we all checked to make sure we had our cell phones, we went our separate ways. Finally, I was going to get those McFly tickets in my hands! Grabbing onto Nick's arm, I ran out from behind the ally and we made our way down to the concert hall.

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Hannah's Point of View.

From just one night in England, I have now realized that these people do not drink coffee! It's all tea, tea, and more tea. Personally I do love a good 'spot of tea' but I'm more of a coffee girl through and through. I get it from my dad, where as Miley wont touch the stuff. She only likes hot chocolate, the stuff my dad makes whenever she's feeling bad. Loco Hot Coco or whatever he calls it now.

So when I saw that cute little coffee shop on our way to the museum, I knew that I had to make a quick pit-stop there. I've always wanted to go into one of these things, not like a Starbucks or a Tim Horton's, but a locally owned one. Just sit down and enjoy a nice cup of Joe.

I pushed open the door and heard a small little bell ring from above me. Looking around, the first thing I noticed was a bunch of framed pictures, mostly family ones, and the brightly colored walls. They just jumped out at you – never have I seen store walls painted the brightest yellow and orange you will ever see. It was almost blinding. In front of me there was a long counter, and a very cute elderly lady standing behind it. She had short, gray hair and the biggest smile I have ever seen on someone old.

There was a large menu up no the wall above her and I instantly picked out the cappuccino. Just then I let out a sight of relief and got in line behind the other few people waiting for coffee, or in their case tea.

In front of me was a tall boy with a mail bag slung over his shoulder. I couldn't help but be a little nosy and look down in the bag. Inside were about ten rolled up newspapers. Oh, he was one of those working peoples.

When I got a whiff of his cologne I felt a sneeze coming on. I could never really handle the sent of cologne, it always made me sneeze. Covering my mouth I let out three quiet sneezes, and coughed a little in my hand.

"Bless you," The boy in front of me said. When I looked up I noticed his 'emo styled' hair. Ugh, what a stupid haircut. His chocolate brown hair was quite long, but his bangs were longer than the rest of his hair – it looked ridiculous. His eyes were a soft, brown just like his hair and his clothes were a little… odd.

He had on tight dark wash jeans, I assumed they were girl jeans, a bright blue and white t-shirt with a checkered pattern and buttons done right up to the top, and overtop of that was a very baggy black hoodie. And of course, to tie the whole outfit together he was sporting a ratty old pair of converse shoes.

"Thanks," I mumbled pushing my purse farther up on my shoulder.

"Your welcome," His English accent was so thick; it was a little hard to understand. He casually leant against the wall we were standing by, and crossed his feet at the ankles. "So you're American?" He asked, flashing me a bright white smile. His teeth were a little crocked, and he had a large gap in the middle of his front teeth, but surprisingly he pulled it off nicely.

"Excuse me?" I asked, furrowing my brows. How did he know that?

"You are from America? I can tell by your accent," He nodded his head.

I have an accent? "Oh, yah I'm from there. Malibu – if you know where that is," I didn't expect him to.

"My dad lives near there – New York actually," I laughed. New York was nowhere near Malibu.

"Oh very close," I joked. He didn't seem to catch on because he just smiled once again.

I looked down at his bag once again, trying to get a look at what was on the cover of the newspaper. I was actually hoping it was one of those media ones, with all the gossip about the celebrities. It wasn't because I saw the word 'war' plastered in big bold font.

"Do you want a newspaper?" He asked, pulling one out of the bag and holding it out to me. I shook my head.

"No thanks, I'm not really into that kind of stuff."

He laughed, and looked over his shoulder. "What news?"

I felt a small blush creeping on my cheeks. Wait – no one makes me blush! I am not a blusher! "Well I didn't mean it like that…" I drifted off and looked down at my shoes. "I'm Hannah," I stated, changing the topic and sticking my hand out for him to shake.

He grabbed my hand with his. "Peter. Nice to meet you."

Once Peter reached the front of the line, he turned away from me and ordered. To my surprise, it was a black coffee! Once he got his drink he faced me again, the same smile on his face.

"Coffee, I'm impressed. I was beginning to think I was the only coffee drinker in England."

He shrugged his shoulders. "Tea is big here, but I don't like it. It doesn't keep you awake and alert – it just… it's like drinking flavored water."

"Exactly! My mom was a big tea drinker. She was in deep love with the stuff, but I never got the appeal."

Turning to face the old woman behind the counter, I ordered my drink and turned to Peter once again, only to find he wasn't there. I saw him standing outside the coffee shop, unlocking his bike.

Throwing down the money, I grabbed the Styrofoam cup as fast as I could and ran out the door after him.

"Wait Peter," I called as he mounted his bike.

I had no idea why I called after him, I mean it's not like I knew him or anything. He was just some random guy who I met in a small coffee shop. But I was so intrigued by him; he was like no other guy I've met before.

"Do you think… do you think that since you are you know, from around here. Do you think you could give me a tour? I mean if you're not busy, or if you actually want to," I rambled on.

He laughed and looked down at me. "You Americans sure do talk a lot."

I couldn't help but laugh and nod my head. We do talk a lot. "So is that a yes?" I asked my voice full of hope.

He bit his lip and patted the back of his seat. "Hop on."

A/N: So here is chapter three! Hopefully you all like it. I really enjoyed writing the last bit, from Hannah's point of view. I've been waiting to add Peter in for awhile now, I think I'm really going to like writing about him haha. So, what did you all think of this chapter, and what do you think of the story? Let me know in a review, it really helps me and motivates me to write! Thank you so much for all the lovely reviews. How about this time, you all tell me something you want to see in the story or don't want to see in the story. So go on and review!