Jenn
I started to unpack my clothes and prized possessions as soon as Ada left. The apartment was amazing, I love her parents so much it's crazy, not just because if the apartment but because of how much they've done for the both of us. I'm so glad that I met her at that school that one day.
I waltzed into my room and admired it for the a millionth time today already. The walls were a pale blue and all of the furniture was white. The bed was loaded with pillows and many photos from over the years where arranged I to an infinity sign above the head of my bed. Fairy lights hung from the ceiling and around my bed too. A desk sat in the corner of my room with my MacBook placed on top along with my old school work. My trophies and medals littered the nooks and cranies of the room and added a touch of home to it. An ensuite was situated just off my bedroom which I must admit was a luxury.
After unpacking my essentials, I headed into he kitchen to see if there was any food. There was some crisps in the cupboard but nothing suitable for a meal. The living room was wide and spacious, as was the kitchen area. I couldn't believe this place. The view was beautiful and I wouldn't wait for the sun to set so I would be able to see London in all of it's glory. I decided that I would go sightseeing with Ada tomorrow and we would go on the London Eye and see Big Ben and have so much fun!
Maybe even bump into Caspar? Or Joe? Or Marcus? Oh my god! Or Zoe!!
I wandered into he living room, bag of crisps in hand and plonked down on the soft sofa. I scrolled through loads of channels in he hopes of finding something I'd fancy watching. Dance Mom's? Wow, that show doesn't even know the half of it. Say Yes to the Dress? Hell yes. I always said to my parents as a child, before I found dance that I would be a wedding dress designer.
I would walk past dress shops and oooh and aaah at the white dresses which children dream about for years, mainly girls however. The layers of tulle and organza in the shops, it all somehow linked into my dancing and thus, I became a dancer.
I began with ballet and tap, as many young dancers do and progressed onto street dance at the age of eight. The teacher wasn't great but the assistant was amazing. Although she had the build of a model and was gorgeous, she was more suited to ballet but that didn't stop her from looking so sharp and relaxed in street dance.
As the years went by, so did my nerves of performing and before long, I was in an amazing crew with great friends and a sense of belonging. The moves became more challenging as did the job of impressing important dance school teachers in the hopes of getting a scholarship.
Sure enough, I did get a scholarship at the age of 13, to the most prestigious dance school in New York. I felt complete after the first few months even though I was about an hour away from home which in all honesty wasn't that much, but when your family is as close knot as mine, that's a million miles away.
I suppose that's why it was so difficult to say goodbye to New York and America. I'd grown up there, it was all I knew. Sure, I'd been to Europe for a week or so during holidays and there were dance competitions in Italy and Australia but it felt different this time.
It was now a few hours since Ada had gone to get food and I was more than worried that she wasn't home yet. I decided to send her a quick text: where the frackle are you? I'm hungry! Xx
She had read my text but ignored me. Well then! Suddenly Wrapped Around Your Finger by 5sos blasted through the apartment, alerting me of my phone call.
"Jenn?!" Ada rushed.
"What is it? What's wrong?!" I replied equally as panicked.
"I. Just. Met. Joe. Freaking. Sugg." She exclaimed.
"WHAT?!" I squealed but mainly yelled.
"I BUMPED INTO HIM ON THE WAY TO THE SUPERMARKET." She squealed in reply. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
"So what's happening now?!" I asked, calming slightly.
"Theyresortofcomingroundtotheflat." She murmured quietly but my god did I hear her.
"ADA!!!!" I yelled excitedly.
"I KNOW! Order in some pizza!" She ordered. It was only then that I realised what Ada had said previously, "Did you say 'they'?"
"Maybe?" She practically smirked through the phone.
"CASPAR FUCKING LEE?!?!"
"You caught me girl." She said in a fake ghetto accent. I squealed in delight as she told me they would be here in 20 minutes. We said goodbye and hung up. I quickly put on a random movie and skidded about the apartment tidying up the boxes and such that were scattered all over the room.
"I'm back!!" Ada bellowed through the apartment. That's when my anxiety kicked in. Caspar Lee was in the same house as me right now.
I quickly checked my appearance in the previously set hall mirror and fixed my hair. I walked into the living room and was faced with the 2 people besides Ada who influenced me so much.
"Oh my god, you didn't tell me your friend was Jennifer Haldane!" Caspar fan girled. I giggled slightly, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks.
"You didn't tell me that you were a fan!" Ada teased as I blushed even harder and finally made eye contact with the blonde haired and blue eyed South African.
"Hey." He smiled. I smiled in return and replied, "Hi to you too."
He grinned at looked at the ground and as if on cue, Joe sang What Makes You Beautiful. This should be a fun evening!
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Hey guys! How're you all doing? It's only like a week or so till summer! Woohoo! Can't wait!
As some of you might have seen, Amy can't update next week. She's doing an expedition and gets back at the end of the week and will need to sleep, so she'll update when she's alive and human again.
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FanfictionFrom Wattpad users- TartanGirl1004 and smolflowerchild Adelaide Watson is a famous ballet dancer with a YouTube Channel complete with over 2 million subscribers. Jennifer Haldane is a street dancer who is best friends with Ada and has gained fame f...