The Amazing Tour ⓘⓢ on Fire (to us)

Jen: Taking Off

Jen's POV

I woke up much earlier than usual, which was 10:00. This time I woke up at 6:00!

A record breaker!

I sprang out of bed, because, well, it was obviously the best day of my 17 year life!

I snapped open my book-cover patterned suitcase to check if everything was in there, which was unnecessary, because this trip was the BEST THING. EVER.

And the book-cover case only held books, fandom, and phan-dom things in it.

My potato covered suitcase was the clothes and stuff. Not that important as the book suitcase.

I called up Ace and asked if he was ready to go. He was. "Pick you up in a second." He said. I nodded and slid down the banister to call up my parents to let them know I was leaving for the trip now. We talked, blah blah, and I grabbed an apple and burst outside into the rising sun when I heard the car pull up.

We drove to the airport, and boarded. It was awesome going there! For the first 5 minutes.

I had eaten the apple in the car, and was still hungry. I flagged down the flight attendant, and we both choose our snacks and settle in.

Ace's POV

I was so excited for the trip, Jen and I even have snacks that will be paid for by the tour. I never watched Dan and Phil until Jen had shown me the Dixon Cider one and I started watching more. Me and Jen went into the plane after our flight was called.

"This is going to be so much fun!" Jen said, ready to go full fangirl at will.

"Yeah, remember to not fangirl too much." I said jokingly.

"Oh, please, we all know you fangirling about superheroes and other comics." She started laughing her amazing laugh making me smile.

The intercom system started warning us that the flight is starting.

"By the way, I don't fangirl. I am a fanboy, thank you very much. And no not the Fanboy in the television show fanboy and chum chum on Nick." She started to laugh, but stopped, noticing she sounded loud. We both ordered a breakfast and talked, while watching Dan and Phil.

Jen's POV

When the plane landed, we were whisked away by the hustle of London and the chauffeur who took us to the hotel at which we were staying.

Our bags were taken up as we checked in. Out of the corner of my eye I watched a happy girl and boy being taken up, too.

They seemed excited about SOMEthing.

We went up the elevator, and were brought to our rooms. We chose our rooms, and I plunked down on the cold sheets and memory-foam bed. I looked out of the window, snapped open the lock leading outside, and stepped out into the windy, overcast London area.

I wondered, what was going to happen next?