time to begin [n.h]

four; gay men

I just stare at her for a minute, until I realise it would probably be best to respond to her.

“Wh-what?” I stumble upon my words. My thoughts are clouded with thoughts of what will happen to me. Why me? The FBI doesn’t have a clue who I am. I haven’t done anything worth the FBI’s attention lately. And I don’t think they’d send the FBI for me running away, I’m not that important. I mean really-

“I was joking,” she says laughing. “I wanted to see your reaction. Relax, woman! You look like you’re gonna have a heart attack!”

“Well I was pretty damn close! Why did you do that?”

“I want to be an actress, that was just improv. I thought it was pretty good, and since you fell for it, it was amazing!” Jane responds beaming. I sigh, oh well. I almost did have a heart attack thou-

My phone blares out, playing an All Time Low song. And when I say blaring, I mean blaring. I bet that everyone on the entire plane heard it, including the pilot. It was Chipper

“Hay gurl hay!” I greet in a mock gay man accent. It’s an inside joke between the two of us.

“Why aren’t you responding to me on Facebook?”

 “Oh, I’m sorta on a plane.”

 “Oh my God! Where to? Please tell me you’re coming to visit me.” She says, basically screaming into the phone.

 “I’m going to London.” I say. “I won’t be coming back to America so I’ll have to give you my new number once I get it.”

 “Fun! We should Skype and you can show me around London.”

               

“The British would think I’m crazy.” I say, although I’m already pretty crazy as it is. I don’t think walking around with a phone would make that much of a difference.

               

“Aren’t you, though?”

               

“Touché, my dear friend, touché.”

               

We talk for a while, well, a long time. Just until the flight attendant announces for everyone to turn off their phones and stuff.

               

I’m in London.

               

First things first, I need a hotel and a job. I’ll ask a taxi for the best hotel and I can work at Starbucks or something. Just now, I realised that I know absolutely nothing about England.

I get off the plane and find a taxi right away, asking them for the best hotel in town. If I’m going to be staying in London, I want the best experience. So when I got to the hotel, I was astonished. It was huge! I also bought the best room that they had. It was on the 69th floor.

               

No, it was actually on the 33th. But hey, same thing.