When Worlds Collide

Here we go, guys! Hope you'll love it! This one is for all the girls out there! 

“Rachel!” Caroline cried from the kitchen of their small apartment.

Rachel looked up from where she was pretending to be busy texting her almost-boyfriend, Yusuf. The git was refusing to speak to her in person, and they were on the verge of breaking up. Mostly, she had just stopped caring about the guy. If he wasn’t willing to face his parents and get involved in a real relationship, in her opinion he could long-distance kiss her goodbye.

“What?” she asked, pushing her straight ,dark brown hair out of her face.

“Did you eat the last of the Tortilla chips?” Caroline called into the living room where Rachel was camping out. She had a craving for them and, of course, Rachel probably had just had to go and eat the last of them.

“Just maybe,” her friend responded, looking faintly guilty and glancing quickly back down at the screen of her phone, waiting for Yusuf to respond so as to avoid eye-contact. Caroline rolled her eyes and let out a long breath.

“Just because Yusuf isn’t texting you, doesn’t mean you have to eat your feelings!” Caroline exclaimed, still moving items around in the cabinets.

“But they’re so good!” Rachel wailed. “And we’re out of chocolate...” She grinned unashamedly; she ate pretty much anything when she got sad. Especially chocolate and chips. Chocolate kisses didn’t last very long in their small household.

“Of course we are. I need to go the store anyways. We need some more Coco Puffs.” Caroline grinned, thinking of her cereal obsession.

“You and your cereal.” She shook her head in mock disdain, barely biting back a grin.

It had been the best decision of her life to room with her best friend while they were attending an overseas study to see how Americans manage when thrown into an entirely new culture. The bonus? One Direction was touring the UK during the entire summer, which meant that there was a great possibility of seeing their favorite band live in concert. The organization that was running the study was funding their stay. They didn’t have a lot of money to spend on themselves, but that was okay because Caroline had planned ahead and had made sure that they packed everything that they would possibly need while being away.

Caroline felt her phone buzz in her pocket. She ignored it and went back to scavenging for the nonexistent chips. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Both Rachel and Caroline froze. They just moved here to London; they don’t have any other friends. No one to visit them, not yet at least. So who was at the door?

“You get it!” Caroline giggled, grabbing Rachel and pushing her towards the door which sounded another set of knocking. Rachel shook her head wordlessly, and pushed Caroline at the door with all her might, which wasn’t much, but it was enough to get Caroline to the door.

“Fine, you little bugger.” Caroline mumbled, grabbing the knob, and opening the door.

“Hello.” A boy with brown curly hair stood at the door. He wore a cheerful smile on his boyish face, and his bright green eyes complemented his hair.

Rachel wound a strand of her hair around her finger habitually and peeked over Caroline’s shoulder. Her dark brown eyes widen. Holy mother bunnies, Rachel thought as she grabbed Caroline’s shoulder for support, cutting off circulation to her arm.

“Ow! Rach!” Caroline cried, peeling her friends hand off her shoulder. She smiled at the boy, feeling like she must know him. And, indeed, she did. “Hi, I’m Caroline. Can we help you?” She introduced herself to the boy who she already knew. Rachel whacked her on the back of the head, unable to do anything but stare.