"I'm so sorry! I don't know what happened!" I lie. "They're probably hiring someone smarter then me right now." A laugh echoes from my laptop sat on the bed in front of me. "I doubt that. You're the smartest person I know!" Dan, my older brother, states sarcastically. I chuckle and shake my head. "Shut up, Dan." He giggles quietly before a wall of silence falls between us.
"I could barely pay rent. What am I going to do now?" I question, worry obvious in my voice. "Did you see any other job openings?" Dan askes but I just shake my head. "No. Besides, do you think a mere part time, coffee shop income would help any? God, Dan. Why did you let me do this? America is so expensive." I groan, my voice betraying me by cracking at the end. His face sinks and I immediately regret my choice of wording. "Dan, I'm sorry. You know I didn't mean it like that."
Dan smiles slightly, but grows quickly into a wickedly excited smile. "PHIL!" He calls to his left. A quiet, "Yes, Dan?" is heard in the background. Dan turns and smiles at the camera. "I'll call you right back, Pippa!" Dan quickly hangs up before I could even think of a response to his sudden happiness. What, did he remember Phil ordered more Malteser's from Tesco's for him again?
Mmm, maltesers...I need food. I roll off my bed and walk into my kitchen. I open my magical (and rather freezing) box of food and grab a juicebox. The skype ringtone sound blasts from my room and I rush back to answer on time. I hop back on my bed and bring my pillows into a hug before answering.
"Hello Sir Daniel! Welcome back to my kingdom of comfortable pillows and juiceboxes!" I announce into the laptop. Dan's laugh echoes through the room and Phil's quiet one slips in between Dan's. "Oh greetings, Sir Philip!" I giggle. "Hello Princess Philipa!" Phil smiles. I groan, playfully. "Phil! My name is not Philipa! No matter how hard you try, It will always be Pippa."
"Actually it's Bronwen." Dan smirks. I gasp, annoyance rushing through me. "DANIEL JAMES HOWELL!" I shout, covering my blushing face. I find my first name embaressing considering everyone pronounces or spells it wrong. I also find that it sounds to masculine for my personality. That's why I go by my middle name, Pippa. I wasn't really going to tell Phil.
Phil laughs, "Bronwen? As in Bronwen Pippa Howell?" I groan and shake my hand-covered face in embaressment. I was always very fond of Phil so him finding out like this makes me want to be engulfed by a black hole. "Sh-shut up."
"Sorry, Pips. It slipped." Dan apologized, only a hint of seriousness in his voice. "Sure, sure." I remove my hands from my face and think of something to clear the air. "So, what was that you were screaming about, Dan?" I change the subject. "Oh, well, Phil and I were wondering if you would like to move back to London to live with us?" Dan askes, smiling warmly. "Oh my gosh, guys! Of course!"
"Yay! We kinda searched up some flights if you want a list of times and dates." Phil smiled, excitedly. "Yes, yes! Send them in the chat!" I exclaim, loudly. I hear a bang on the wall next to me. "Heh, sorry neighbors!" I giggle, earning a laugh from the boys. I quickly click on the link and scroll through dates. "When is fine with you guys?"
"The earlier, the better! Why not the Wednesday flight?" Phil smiles, pointing on the computer screen below their camera. "Then I'd have only one day to pack! Phil, I can't do that." I frown. "You could do it. I mean, come on, Pippa. Please?" Dan askes. I chuckle at his pleads. "Okay, okay. I'll call you when I'm finished then."
"Yes!" The boys cheer in unison and attempt a high-five but fails horribly. "Ow.." Phil giggles. "Bye, boys!" I smile as I hang up. One episode of Death Note later, I head to bed and hope to dream of L. He's a freak but let's be honest here. I find him awkward and adorable. Hmm, reminds me of someone.
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A/N: Chapter two complete! I'll get Chapter three out there as soon as I can! Sorry about spelling errors! Stay Tuned!
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FanfictionPippa Howell is a 19 year old Brit that has a lot planned for her future. She lives in America, has a well-paying job, and good friends to keep her company. That is, until she was fired. Her anxiety got the best of her and she got quite stressed. H...