How I Met Dan Howell

Chapter 9: British Pancakes and British Boys

I wake up to my text alert going off on my phone on the end table. I roll over to grab my phone and I check the time. 9:08 I guess I'll go ahead and wake up. I check to see who had texted me. I see I have a new message from Mackenzie. Typical. If we don't need to get up, then we just text. Literally the laziest people ever.

"Hey, do you want to go out today and check out some colleges?" -M

"Yeah, sure. Why not? I think I need a day off from all this excitement. Breakfast ready?" -T

"Oh yeah, cuz I've TOTALLY gotten out of bed." -M

I chuckle to myself at Mackenzie's comment.

"Ok. Do we want to go out to eat?" -T

"Pancakes?" -M

"And coffee. Be ready in 20 mins." -T

I lock my phone and set it back on the end table. I roll over again as I process the events of yesterday. I regret it immediately, as I had made a complete fool of myself. I decide to take a quick shower, as I smell like a skunk that just took a bath in dirty water. After my shower, I brush out my hair and decide to leave it curly, as I have no time to straighten it. Everyone always told me I have nice hair, but I always envied people who have straight hair. I decide against makeup and go natural, as I wont be doing anything too important. I head to my closet to pick out my clothes. I go through all my shirts about 3 times, not being able to make a choice. I eventually decide on a red t-shirt with abstract designs on it. I pick some jeans that are comfortable, nothing fancy. No reason, I guess. I still look the same no matter what I wear. I don't look in the mirror, knowing it will only make me feel worse and even more self-conscience about how I look.

I decide to check the time. 9:28 Ok well, I'll go ahead and see if she is ready. I take my phone and put it in my front left pocket, while I reach down for my iPod. Oh yeah. I should probably get a new one soon. I'll do that tomorrow I guess. I walk around my bed and head to my door. As I open the door, Mackenzie's door also opens, seeing she is ready as well.

"Where we going for breakfast?" I ask, not having a clue.

"Phil told us about this breakfast shop that makes British pancakes. He said they were amazing and that we have to try it," she says, obviously ecstatic.

"Do you know where it is? I mean, we know nothing about London."

"Yeah, but Phil showed Gavin and I the place when we walked passed it yesterday," Mackenzie explains.

"Ok, and if we get lost, we can just call Gavin."

"Exactly, so are we ready to go?" she asks.

"I am a-ready to go," I say, excited to try some new food. I love food, as anyone one could guess by looking at me.

We head out the door, and come to the '!!!!!Stairs of Death!!!!!'......This is going to be a long walk. I let Mack go first, seeing as I'd just slow her and anyone else with my horrifyingly unfit body, and she practically jogs down the fucking stairs! What the hell?! I basically walk slightly faster than I normally would, as it would be that we are going down on the stairs. The problem I have with things like this is, I try to go at the pace of the person I am walking with. Now, when doing this, I basically exert about half my energy all at once. Then, once we are done and walking at a normal, reasonable pace, I will be almost out of breath. And when someone wants to talk to me?! Yeah right! That's not gonna happen. All you get is wheezing!

Once we get down to the lobby, I'm about to hack up a fucking lung!....we continue to walk and head out into the cool, cloudy day and the sea of people in London.

"Ok, so you're sure you know where we are going," I ask, seeing slight confusion in Mackenzie's face.

"Yeah, of course.....I think," I hear her mumble the last part under here breath.