This was it. I had landed in London looking like the biggest tourist in the world. Which I was.
I was in London for two weeks, to see Dan and Phil at The Amazing Tour is Not on Fire. I was going to meet them at one of their Meet and Greets too, which was exciting and all but I knew nothing would happen. I'd hug them take a few pictures give them some gifts and only see them again on my Macs screen. I have read millions, almost too many, fan fictions where you move to England and Wow! Dan and Phil live across the road from you?! And then for some reason they leave their house to talk to you and you wake up after a while and they're just in your house.
I was well aware that wasn't going to happen, we weren't going to fall in love, Dan and Phil fighting over me, Dan soon winning and Phil dating my best friend and we most definitely weren't going to have an un descriptive three some just like in the end of every shitty fan fiction I've read. They probably don't like that stuff. I don't like that stuff! That's just how every fanfic went...
I was being ridiculous. They would meet me and forget my name as I walked off with my friend Kirsty and my boyfriend Gus, Kirsty and I squealing, pissing Gus off.
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The three of us waited for our bags to come around, I saw an elderly women with a similar looking bag than me, same tag too. I tapped Kirsty on the shoulder. "Aye, Dans Airport video!" I snickered to her and picked up my actual bag as it came around on the machine. Gus looked confused at us two girls, not understanding a word we said for he was only there to escort us. Him not being a Phan himself.
We giggled as Gus stared at us in confusion. Once we all had our bags we headed outside to call an Uber, realising our phones didn't work in England. We looked around to see any Pay Phones but had no luck.
"Excuse me?" Gus spoke up to a small red headed girl with a strong British accent whom was yelling into a Phone. She pointed at the phone, frustrated, signalling she was busy. She looked up at Gus, him being very tall compared to her and almost anyone. She hung up the phone and put her hands on her hips. "What?" She piped, sounding even more British than before. "Can we borrow you Phone to call an Uber, ours don't work here..." Gus asked, slightly take aback by her large voice coming out of her small body.
"I suppose." She said, calming down. She passed Gus the phone, watching him intently. "Scarlet." She introduced herself. "Augustus." He responded before putting the phone to his ear and calling for the Uber.
Gus passed the Phone back to Scarlet who snatched the phone out of his hand. "Good day," she dismissed him, the extremely short girl turned and walked away. The Uber arrived and we got inside, the driver muttering prayers to God almighty and twitching every now and then. We payed him and gave him some extra pounds. He probably needed them.
Once we got to the hotel and found our room on the top floor we unpacked and walked down to the car dealer to pick up the car we rented online. It was a small black car, quite adorable.
We drove it around until we found a Starbucks, we told Gus what we wanted and he went up to order. There was a short girl at the counter with red hair that resembled the girl at the air port. She was peeping over the counter on her tip toes so she'd seem taller her small almost non existent breasts rested nicely on the counter, that being the only part of her torso you could see.
As Gus walked upto the counter he saw Scarlet, which was the girl behind it. "Oh, Fuck me!!" She cussed, emphasising the cuss.
"Nice to see you too," he said bluntly and ordered the Chocolate Frap for me, the PSL for Kirsty and a Grande black coffee for himself.
"It isn't even Halloween, Kirsty," he scolded her as he passed her her the Pumpkin Spiced Late. "Whatever Gus!" She giggled, her bright bubbly personality filling up. "I want to look like a common white girl!" She yelled at him in a joking manner. "You're not even American let alone white." He rolled his eyes at her. "Gus is right!" He laughed, "You live in Australia and you're Asian." I continued. "Shh the British don't know that!" She scolded us.
"You are the actual form of an Asian stereotype. Mentally and Physically." Gus rolled his eyes.
