Sabrina Carpenter imagines (gxg)

Hey Blondie❤

hey guys heads up I live in America obviously and I was born here but my entire family like mom Dad grandparents cousins aunt uncles all that shit? they're irish. and all their friends r too. AND THEY ALL HAVE ACCENTS. so I grew up having an American accent but I can like sound Irish or British if I need to and like I used to get points off for spelling it 'colour' or 'flavour' so yeah meanies. anyway British accents r hot so ur welcome 4 this. love y'all!

Sabrina's Pov

"Ahhh!" My best friend Joey squealed as I got off the plane. We ran to each other and squeezed ourselves into a lung-crushing hug. "Oh my god, I can't believe you're here! I have to give you such a huge tour!" Joey said, grabbing my bag and leading me to her car. 

"I can't believe it either. I mean, I never thought I'd be in London! With my best friend of course." I said, making her laugh. "Well, since I moved we haven't seen each other as much so I wanted to hang out! And we'll be staying in my house for a whole week!"

We continue to talk and laugh as she drives me to her apartment, looking out at all the cool things they have in London. There was the London Eye, Big Ben, the House of Parliament, and so many other amazing things.

 "Well, here we are!" Joey said, opening the door to her apartment and leading me inside. It was nice, very homey. "Wow Joey, it's awesome here!" I said, and she grinned. "I know right? Prepare for a bunch of movie nights!" 

I got settled into the guest room and took a shower, getting the airplane vibe out of my system. When I was done I changed into sweats and a t-shirt, going back to the kitchen and Joey. "So, wanna help me make dinner?" she asks, looking up a recipe on her phone.

"Sure, let's go!" I said, and we started trying to make pasta and chicken. It was... not going so well. We had been messing around a lot and now my face had a bunch of sauce on it, my hair was messy, and my shirt had flour on it. Joey had miraculously burnt the pasta, I have no idea how. 

"Uh... there's a vending machine down at the service desk and laundry rooms." Joey says, grinning sheepishly at me. I laugh and nod, going to put my shoes on. "Will there be people down there?" I ask cautiously. "Because nobody can see me like this."

She giggles and shakes her head. "No, it'll probably just be Tom the desk manager, and he'll be sleeping by now honestly." I laughed and we headed downstairs to the desk, walking past all the other rooms. 

When we walked into the service room though, it was not in fact just Tom and he was not asleep. There was also a girl sitting on top of one of the laundry machines playing something on the guitar, and Tom was listening. 

"Shit." I hissed out as Joey stopped me from going in for a second. The girl was cute, she had bright y/e/c eyes and her y/h/c hair looked extremely soft although it was tied up in a messy ponytail. She had on plaid pajama pants and a white shirt with fuzzy grey socks. 

Her voice was soft as the words of the song tumbled off her soft pink lips. 

"I've got tired eyes, a black sky

Making its home under my lash line
You keep on crying, babe, I don't mind
I'll keep on staring at the clock tryna pass time
In my life, it flies by
Faster than you could say, "I love you, goodbye"
"It's almost over, " you say with a sigh
Will our lives be better when we make it to the other side?Ah, ah
I hope we make it to the other side
Ah, ahEighteen, prom queen
We spend our time thinking 'bout what we'll be doing
We walk quiet streets, not afraid of the sounds
Nothing bad ever happens in this town
Mean dreams (Ah), can't sleep (Ah)
Younger me thought this'd be more bittersweet
But we never noticed (Ah) how long it'd been (Ah)
Got too caught up in the life we were livingAh, ah
I hope we make it to the other side
Ah, ah"