★ Marcy’s POV ★

We were in the bathroom.

Neither of us wore makeup, and Kam definitely needed coffee and makeup to function. Or so she claimed.

“London better have awesome coffee and hot guys, because I am not going through with this for bad Frappuccinos.” She complained, poking at the dark circles forming beneath her eyes.

Come to think of it, she complained a lot.

Then again, she had every right to. It was three in the morning, after all.

I glanced at her from the corner of my eye, taking in her messy black hair, piled into a bun at the top of her head, her gray sweats and mauve sweater, watching as she poked and prodded at her skin—she pouted at the sight of how washed out the bathroom lights made it look.

A sudden realization hit me them, nearly toppling me over.

“Kam,” I started, waiting until she fully faced me to continue. “We are going to London. You and I, Kamila Razo and Marceline Aspen, are going to London, England for an entire summer.

She cocked her head to the side, taking the whole thing in. She looked at me, chocolate orbs widening as her lips formed a slight ‘o’.

We are going to London!

After about five minutes of freaking out in the restroom, we came out to hear an orderly voice declare through the intercom, “Passengers boarding flight 819 to London, please proceed to the boarding ramp.”

This is it, I thought to myself, matching Kamila’s nervous smile.

London, here we come!

We arrived at the flat complex by the end of the day. It was surreal, and whether it was because of excessive sleep or severe excitement, I didn’t know.

The building was a simple brownstone place; everyone was getting out of their cabs, crowding the lobby when Kam and I arrived.

“You know,” I heard someone whisper, “I’m in room 3 in case you wanna spend the night.”

I swiveled around to see Jake grinning cheekily, biting my lip in feigned contemplation. In truth, he was kind of attractive. Okay, really attractive. But I’d promised Kam to room with her, no matter what other offers came—and Jake was no exception, despite how much of his subtly chiseled abs peeked through his inky mesh shirt.

“Thanks, but no thanks. I’d rather do Kam, thank you very much.” I answered, keeping my tone neutral despite the fact I felt horrible passing up the offer.

Instead of backing down, he laughed, adding, “I see how you roll. Mind if I join you?”

Kam, thankfully, showed up right on time.

Glaring at Jake, she looked at me and said, “Let’s go. I wanna unpack and explore. I heard Nando’s is right around the corner and I want to see where the gorgeous Niall Horan has eaten!”

With that, she pulled my hand and dragged me to the elevator, barely letting me mumble goodbye to Jake.

★ Kamila’s POV ★

After unpacking and settling into the flat, I changed into some shorts and a long-sleeved tee, hair in the same messy bun from the plane. Shrugging into my leather jacket, I got one last look in the mirror before going to check up on Marcy. I looked great.

“Twinkie! Are you ready? I’m hungry and we need to go grocery shopping!”

Marcy came out of her room, wearing faded jeans and a loose t-shirt. With a huff, I threw her a disappointed look, knotting my eyebrows together until she noticed.

“What?” She demanded curiously, stifling a yawn as she neared.

“You can always borrow my clothes when we got out. Besides, I want Jake to be head-over-heels in love with you by the end of this tip.” I stated, but she did nothing.

Shrugging, she asked, “Do you want to go to Nando’s or not?”

“Move your sexy ass and let’s get going, hunny!” I winked and motioned towards the hall, closing the door of our new home the moment she exited.

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