You are part of the band; Scottish Symphonies, so yes, you are Scottish, and proud to be at that. You and your band mates are super close, and are loving life. You guys have been friends since preschool, and there are 3 of you; Yourself, Bonnie and Kirsten. Kirsten is the oldest, then Bonnie and finally you. All of you are 19, turning 20.
Your band is collaborating with the British/Irish boy band; One Direction, so you guys are flying over to London tomorrow so you can get to know each other.
"What do you think they'll be like?" Kirsten asks, she's knee deep in her big pile of clothes. She keeps picking up and article and throwing it to your side of the small bedroom you all share. You may be a rising Rock Girl Band, but you still need to save money wherever you can, and besides, you guys like being together.
"I don't know, but I watched some of their interviews a few weeks ago, they seem alright to me." You shrug and stuff you 10 different mascaras in your bag before zipping it up. What, if you only wear one type of makeup product, you need some variety.
"Yeah, and besides, they're backgrounds are really down-to-earth." Bonnie smiles, her dimples indent her face as she does so. Bonnie is currently washing the bedroom windows, and next she is going to put out enough food and water for your 3 cats, since you'll be gone for at least a month.
"Who cares about that shit, they're fucking hot." Kirsten grins, finally finding the perfect shirt and stripping out of the one she is currently wearing. You guys are like sisters, who the hell cares?
You scoff and lug your suitcase to the doorway. "Do you have a bag you want me to take down for you?" You ask Bonnie, might as well, you're already walking down the hallway, right?
"Yeah, just my carry on, thanks." Bonnie tosses the used paper towel into the trash can across the room and gracefully swishes it. She pumps her fist and places the window cleaner on her dresser before bending down and grabbing her 'Cath Kidston Handbag Backpack' and handing it over to you with a smile.
"No problem, Bo Peep." Bonnie rolls her eyes and giggles to herself. You decided to nickname her that 2 days after you met, you decided she reminded you of Little Bo Peep, all little and shy, and Bonnie seemed to remind you of sheep for some reason, but hey, you were 3.
You drag your regular suitcase behind you and swing Bonnie's bag over your shoulder and venture down the hall to where the entryway is. Let's be honest, it isn't a long journey, your house is tiny, probably the size of a regular house's living room, and that's the whole house. But you guys liked it like that, that way there isn't too much empty space, and the house gives off a cosy and welcoming feel.
Once you rest the bags at the door, you feel something brush past your legs, you know before you even look down that it's Bitsy, she's Bonnie's 'American Curl', when you all decided to form a band, you pooled your money together and purged on 3 kittens, that was 5 years ago, so the makes all your cats 5 as well.
You carefully lift up Bitsy and walk back down the hall, on your way, your cat; Tizzy jumps onto your shoulders. Bitsy is the only cat you can carry, Tizzy is the only brave/playful one, and Kiki, Kirsten's cat, hated everyone. Tizzy is a 'Turkish Angora', with a blue eye and a green eye, she's your special baby, she's also abnormally tiny for a cat. Kiki is a 'Birman', she thinks she's the top shit.
"I can feel you thinking shit about my Kitty, Y/N!" Kirsten shouts from the room as you enter it.
"Bitsy!" Bonnie puts down the big bowls of food and scampers over to you, curling Bitsy up in her arms and walking over to her bed again.
"I still think we should get a 'Munchkin Cat' guys, they're just so fuzzy and freaking adorable." You say as Tizzy jumps onto Kirsten's head.
Kirsten just continues flinging items of anything into her already overflowing bag.
