Even If. {A Jacksgap Fanfiction}

Just Two Obligatory White Kids.

Song of the chapter: I'd Rather Be With You by my man Joshua Radin. Ily. Play when you see this symbol #

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"Okay, how about this; morning person or night owl?" Finn asked me.

"Is 'insomniac' an answer?" I replied.

"Sure?" He laughed.

"Then I choose that," I smiled back.

"Really?" He contemplated, looking at me with a scrunched face, as if to see if I wore my insomnia like a sweater.

"Is that so hard to see?" I laughed with a raised eyebrow.

"Actually, no," he admitted.

"What about you?"

"Night owl. I'm not sure I could classify myself as an insomniac just yet, though if I had the time, I probably would be," he answered.

"Explain."

"I always have appointments and things to do with Jack starting at 10 in the morning, every morning-," he sighed.

"So you have to sleep normally," I finished.

"Exactly. Youtubing is fun and all, but I just wish I would've had more of a say in what I was roping myself into. Just because I appeared in that one video, I got tied into it, you know?"

"If you could go back and change it, would you?" I questioned.

"Not for the world," Finn smiled, looking forward.

"Really? Why?"

"I've met so many amazing people and have had so many amazing opportunities. If I wouldn't have done YouTube, I wouldn't be with you right now, which kind of makes everything worth it," he said, which made me blush.

When I looked up, I could see Big Ben.

"We made it!" I changed the subject.

"I can't believe you've lived in London for almost a week, and you haven't had the time to pretend to be a tourist," he shook his head.

"Pretend to be a tourist?"

"Yeah, come on," he said and grabbed my hand. I couldn't help but chuckle at his child like enthusiasm.

Finn taught me how to be a tourist. Really, all you have to do is get super excited about silly little things.

"Oh, look! It's a bike! Lets take a picture," Finn said with sarcasm and snapped a picture.

"Look at this, Finny! A piece of litter! Take one of that too!" I replied, trying to keep a straight face. He laughed and took one of that too.

"Wait," he stopped.

"What?"

"Did you just call me Finny?"

"Um, yeah," I blushed. CURSE HIS FANBASE FOR TEACHING ME THESE THINGS.

"Don't be embarrassed. I was going to say that I like it," he assured me.

"Good. Maybe I'll change that to your name in my phone," I laughed.

We went along, hand in hand, checking out all that London has to offer, making sure we asked people to take pictures of us every major stop we had.

He took me along The Houses of Parliament, spouting little bits of history about it as we went along, which I loved. We took selfies in front of Big Ben (which coincidentally is the name of the bell, not the tower), strolled through Westminster Abbey, tried to make the guards move at Buckingham Palace, and took an ice cream break at St. James' Park.