Love in London

Exactly three weeks, two days, and fifteen hours ago, my mother completely ruined my life. 

It wasn’t as if I hadn’t seen it coming. From all the mail that was piling up on the counter and the stressed look in her eyes, I knew something was up. I just didn’t know that something involved us hightailing to a whole different country. 

I turn on my back and stare up at my ceiling for the fifth time that night. It was winter break here in good old London and I was living it stuck in my room while my neighbor, who only showed her face twice of the three weeks we’ve been here, plays some pop bands music next door. 

Seriously, the girl never quit. 

Slinging a pillow over my face, I start to count the little threads in the stitch work.

Lets just say whoever made my pillow, really needed to get fired. Of course my pillow brings me to the last memory I have of it. Or better yet, who last laid on it. 

When Jake Peterson asked me to be his girlfriend, you could imagine my excitement.

He was the guy I have been penning for for months and when he finally folded the note and sent it to me in the middle of biology, my heart felt like it was about to rip out of my chest. 

Three months and forever to go. At Least, that was what my mind and heart thought at the time. When I told Jake I was moving to Europe, London to be exact, Jake made it clear we were over. 

“Look,” He said while he laid his warm hand on my skin. “It’s just, you will be far away and what if we find other people?” I looked at his hand as it laid on my arm and shooked my head in disgust. 

“Are you saying you don’t care for me enough to atleast try to make it work?!” And when he did finally meet my eyes, I knew we were done. I shaked his hand off my arm and stood up fast, my breath coming out in short little gasps. 

“Get the hell out.” I said, my voice low and stern. He watched me with concerned eyes as he stood up slowly, his hands reaching out for me. 

“Look, babe...” He tried to say in that soothing voice I loved. I took a step back then and gave him the worst look I could. 

“Call me babe again and I swear to God, you will be choking on that word for a week straight.” 

And there he left me, standing in the middle of my room, crying my eyes out in the same pillow I currently had over my head. 

You were my summer love, you always will be my summer love 

Seriously, I swear this girl was listening to the same song over and over again. Throwing the pillow off me, I swing my legs off my bed and my feet land on the floor.

I hear my mother in the room next door attempting to make dinner and I quickly slip on a pair of boots and throw my hair in a bun. 

“Mom!” I shout, slamming the door behind me. I can still hear the neighbors song and the more and more I heard the lyrics, the more I was wishing that so called summer love really would come to an end. 

“Why are you yelling?”

My mother said, her head under the counter. I looked at her over the counter and when all I saw was curly brown hair, I let my breath out and pointed to the wall behind me as if she was looking. 

“You do hear that, don’t you?!”

Maybe I was just going crazy. Either way, I was going to let the girl next door have a little piece of my mind. Something bangs below me and I look in time to see my mother lift her head and look at me over her shoulder. 

“Felisha, how about we try to get along with the neighbors why we are here? Which, as you know, I hope we can make this place permanent.” 

Ever since we moved she has been saying the same thing. Either it be the apartment or some random restaurant, she always pulled the whole ‘Oh, isn’t this place so lovely? It’s the kind of place you should grow up in’. She acted as if I wasn’t eighteen and already half way to trying to buy a ticket back to the states. 

 you were my summer love ...

Thats it. 

“I’m leaving.”

I announce to my mothers back. Before she can say anything, I quickly turn on my heel and open our apartments door. With the door open and me halfway in the hallway, the music is that much more loud. Sighing, I hear my mother call for me to stay within the area when I shut the door. 

Sighing, I lean against the door and close my eyes. This far away from home and all my friends was enough to make me lose my mind.

You would think my mother would give me a break and stop acting like this big change was what we were always waiting for. 

Opening my eyes, I stare at the door across the hall and kick off the wall. Letting all the anger from the past weeks come back, I make my hand into a fist and beat on the door. 

Taking a step back, I wait for the door to open and when it does, I come face to face with my rather annoying neighbor. All five foot four with black hair and shoes with heels a size too big, my neighbor, Cheyenne, stares back. 

“Yes?”

I watch as she pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose. She leans against her door frame and I realize that even though she was small, she sure held her height well. 

“Right, so you see that door right there?” I point to my door over my shoulder and Cheyenne flicks her eyes too see what I am pointing at and then back to me. 

“You mean your apartment?!” 

“Right, that. Look, I can hear your music all the way from my room and while I am sure it’s not a bad song or what not, even though it does get a little tiring listening to the same thing -” 

“Are you kidding me?! “ She interrupts, looking at me as if I was crazy. 

Biting my tongue and stopping mid sentence, I look her over. “Wait, what?!” 

She shakes her head at me as if I was some poor innocent child. “You have no idea who I was just listening too, do you?!” 

No, not really. 

“Look, does it really matter? Noise is noise.” 

I watch as she gasps in a loud voice, her music ironically still playing in the background. “You did not just call this noise?” 

No, I ment-” 

Before I could finish, she grabs my arm in a tight grip and pulls her door open wider. “Girl, welcome to the One Direction fan club. Once you enter, there’s not getting out.” 

  And before I know it, I was being thrown into a world that really was too good to be true.