Planes had always made me nervous, and now leaving the country on one my nerves were on edge you could say. Belle on the other hand we had been on the plane for an hour and she was already out cold guess she got that amazing talent from highschool. I often thought about how Belle and I came to be best friends sometimes it took me hours thinking of everything we had gone through together, we've both gone through some shit but we did it together it made us better people. I laid back in my seat and started to think about that topic once again, how did Belle and I get here?
Global Studies class 4th period 7th grade room: 103 there were two girls there that never fit in completely always humming tunes from music noone knew and doodling future tattoos they had wanted. They didn't know each other only by rumors other students had told them. The one girl the blonde one as Belle had mostly known her as was sitting in her chair playing with a necklace she had gotten over the weekend at the mall. The teacher was going on about some absurd subject about ancient egyptian mummies or something of that sort. The blonde on was taller and had the most obnoxious laugh was twirling the necklace when it had fallen to the ground and made a thud while the teacher was giving the lesson. Belle turned around to look at the blonde girl whose name was Brooklyns beat red face. The two had started giggling. The girls had turned around and started to doodle in their notebooks once again. Weeks later in that very same room the teacher announced that they would need to find new partners. Belle and Brooklyn unknowing it had and equal hatred for people especially their school. Do you want to work with me? Belle walked up to the blonde girl, the blonde girl had the bluest eyes that Belle had ever seen. I guess. Brooklyn looked up at the girl with brownish black hair and tried not to look mean her mom often made her work on that, she always said that she looked like a bitch. I'm belle, Im Brooklyn. That day pd. 4 in room 103 Belle and Brooklyn made a friendship they had everything in common and had even thought the same boys were cute. The whole time they giggled and talked about bands and what they were doing this weekend. 7th grade was gone in a blink and Belle and Brooklyn spent that summer going into 8th grade being inseperable talking about the boyband One Direction who the girls couldnt get enough of. They had gone to their concert and cried the whole time. Summer was gone and they went into 9th grade. They spent that year creating their badass image, all through 9th grade the girls knew they were gorgeous so did everyone else. They had usually kept to themselves being popular wasn't their thing. 9th grade was gone they spent 10th and 11th the same 12th grade they had planned for college in Trinity. That summer after graduation that had both been accepted and were going major in music. The girls may have been girls who werent traditional they were real and people loved them.
"Brooklyn get up were here were really here" little did she know I wasn't sleeping I was listening to music. "Okay okay i'm up i'm fine" I shot Belle a quick glare, I hated waking up it was my enemy.
We had gotten off the plane with minimum pushing and shoving from people muttering things at us. "Luggage ports over here" Belle grabbed my hand we started shoving through the people once again. Luggage had taken forever, we only had one suitcase wich had amazing had about 2 weeks in clothes in them and our massivily large purses. "I have a feeling that we should go to college first" Belle said taking her duffle bag off the spinning rotation. "Ehh sometimes I have a feeling I can do crystal but then I think mmm better not" I said chuckling it was one of my favorite movie quotes. We had both decided to go to a small pub about 15 miles away wich was only about 2 miles from the university. "We need to go to Dublin Taverns" I said to the taxi driver as we piled in not so smoothly. Once I turned my phone on it began buzzing nonstop. 10 missed calls from mom she was so protective but I guess that was a good thing sometimes. "here you are" we payed the taxi driver who said he couldnt wait so we were going to have to take our luggage in with us great. We sat down at a booth near the back away from everyone else. " When does our first class start?" Belle said pulling out her schedule we had the same schedule execpt for when I went to art education she went to dance rehearsals. "Next week on a friday" we had extremely easy schedules our moms didn't know if we were getting enough classes in. "What can I get you ladies" Belle and I dropped our schedules to look up at the boy who had the thickest irish accent. I looked at Belle who was as blushed as I was. This boy had to be 18 or 19, he was so stunning with his black messy hair and gorgeous dark green eyes. "Uhh we'll both have scotch" I said smiling as he walked away. "Oh my god, I told its something about these irish boys" Belle said covering her cheeks that were extremely blushed. "Here ya god two scotches" our waiter said handing us the drinks. "So you guys are american? right huh" he said running his fingers through his messy hair. God he was gorgeous. "Yeah were here for college" I said smiling making sure he saw my only dimple it was the moneymaer. "Oh cool i'm going to college Trinity, I assume youre going there probably wouldn't come from U.S if you were just coming for Comunity" he said blushing, he was blushing. "Yeah trinity in a week we start" I said quickly darting his eyes. I wasn't good around boys after shutting people out I was never good with boys. "I'm Dean by the way" He said putting his hands on the table smiling flirty at me and Belle. "I'm Brooklyn" .
To Be Continuted........
Authors Note****
hey guys so sorry i haven't updated anything i've been really sick and haven't been up to writing latley. I want to get all the fanfics updated soon so please go and check them all out. Thanks again Alli xx
