Exotic Love (George Shelley FanFiction)

Exotic Love, {Chapter 1}

Scarlett's POV;

I sat here on the old scruffy carpet that lay on my stairs, running my hands thought the maroon coloured fabric. I inhaled deeply, taking in the smell of the house. A mixture of vanilla and cleaning spray filled my nose and I smiled at how many memories it brought back of this house, I would miss coming home, throwing my bag in the corner and running up the stairs with my hands and feet. I never thought I could've become so attached to a house. I guess because we've lived in this exact same house for 17 years, it hurts to leave all the memories behind. I'd begged mum not to move, but shed been offered a huge promotion shed be crazy to turn down. Sure she gets a fancy new job, a higher pay but that meant leaving all my friends, my family, my home to move to boring old England. I'd miss the sun beating down on me where ever I was here in Australia. I'd miss everything,

I started at the last cardboard box sitting but the door. On the box was "Scar's things" written in blak sharpie. I looked around one last time, stood up and scooped the box into my hands, "chin up Scar things are changing for the better" said a familiar voice behind me. How could my mum be so upbeat about this? I grunted and walked out the door. After I placed the box in the back of the delivery van I turned around and took my last glimpse of the house. 75 Glenroy Road, was a quirky house. It was a faded shade of what once as a sunny yellow, with a brown roof and fence. The garden was trimmed and perfect and all the glassy-eyed garden ornaments sat looking very cheeky. From the right blue door, to the butterflies painted on the side of the house, it was just perfect. I quickly took out my camera and took the last ever picture taken of the house that I'd be able to see. I sighed and stepped into the back of the car. Mum and dad were attempting to make conversation but I ignored them, I put in my earphones and tried not to think about al, the things that I was leaving behind in Melbourne.

I woke just as we reached the airport. We went through the same routine when you fly, you know, check in, security, and all things like that. I was seated on the plane next to a mother with a screaming baby. "Oh great" I thought "how could this day get any worse" -------

-----"Scar catch!" My mum yelled tossing me the keys. I caught them and gave her her a cold stare, I was soooo not in the mood. I still didn't forgive her or dad for making me move. I turned arou d so I was now facing the new house. I refused to call it home. I didn't like the look of it, I glanced back to see mum and dad getting all the boxes out of the trunk. I sighed and looked at the door again, It was a brand new just been refurbished and painted a dark shade of brown, I peaked thought the little glass window. I hated it, it looked so so empty I couldn't bear to look at it, I pulled away and put the key through the lock. I put the box I was carrying on the floor and turned the key with a shaky hand. I still couldn't do it. "MUUUUMMMM come here I can't get in the door" she didn't even look up, giving me a taste of my own medicine since I have given them both the silent treatment for the past week. I didn't let her bother me. I sighed and tried the key again, this time putting two shaky hands on the small silver key and turning t to the left. The door swung open and a gust of freezing cold wind blew against me lifting the tips of my dark brown curled hair up slightly. Jeez England is cold, really really cold. I walked down the empty hallway looking around, I walked straight up the grid wooden staircase and took the first room I saw. I collapsed on the soft, bouncy new mattress and fell right asleep.

I woke up at 5pm to the sound of my mum singing from the kitchen. The smell of spaghetti bolognaise filled my nose and the corners of my mouth raised a little, I was starving so I literally flew out of my room, tripping over all the boxes and ran down the stairs. I sat down at the table and my favourite meal was placed in front of me. "Bon appetite" my mum chuckled before walking into the living room. I divide straight in, mmmm it tasted so good, it tasted like home. "So how do you like the new house" my dad asked after finishing s big mouthful of spaghetti, I looked up from my food and gave him the "don't even go there" look. "Sorryyy" he answered sarcastically waving his hands on the air. My dad got up from the table and followed my mum into the living room. "AT LEAST IT'S COLDER MUM, YOU CAN'T MOAN ABOUT HOW HOT IT IS NOW" once again I was ignored, once I was finished I stomped up to my room. I started to blast Ed Sheeran and began making my room a little more like home but putting all my art and posters on a big wall. It was 11.45 when I'd finished, I collapsed onto the bed, crawled under the covers and slept for what seemed like forever.

This is the 1st fanfic me and @SassMasterJaymi (Tori) have done together and your feedback would mean a lot <3 Scarlett has met George yet but she will ;) please vote and tell us something you would change or something that you think could make it better :D byyyyeee - @UnionJsCookie (Alex)