If this laptop crashes one more fucking time, I’m gonna throw it out the window. J Attempt number fucking THREE at writing this and I s2g I will finish it. And yes the cover is of Destiel. Destiel reminds me of Cachel in a way sO
story time motherfucker
RACHEL RACHEOLFJ OH MYG OD GUES HWAT
I tapped my thumbs along my phone’s keypad, hitting the send button before closing out of Twitter. I had finally arrived in Victoria, British Columbia. To be quite honest, I’d pictured it to be completely different.
I’d imagined there would be woodland animals running around everywhere; squirrels, beavers, deer, moose. I thought there would be a light layer of snow on the ground, even in the summer. I didn’t expect for the Canadian town to even have paved roads, and I figured everyone would end their sentences with “Eh”.
Despite what Lauren, Madi, and Rachel had told me, I couldn’t seem to steer clear of the stereotypical Canadian image in my head. But now, I had my eyes to prove my mind wrong.
My phone buzzed with a Twitter notification, signaling that I had a DM. Rachel had replied.
WHAT WHAT WHAT! The message read, making me smile. I typed back quickly, saying I had a good joke to tell.
My father and I soon located the hotel we would be staying at. We would only be here for the weekend, since school was starting the following week, back in Oklahoma. I sighed deeply and pushed the thought from my mind, before the anxiety could settle in. Nothing would ruin this weekend.
“Rachel’s house should only be about a block away,” I told my dad, tossing my suitcase onto one of the beds. He looked up from his phone, and glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to come?” He asked, propping himself against the bathroom sink. “You don’t know anyone here, we don’t know this place. You could get-”
“Dad, c’mon, I brought my knife.”
“We flew here on an airplane.”
“Okay, I lied, but it’s Canada. People here are nice.” Once I saw the argumentative look on his face, I quickly said, “I’ve asked Rachel about it. They walk around here all the time, I’ll be fine.”
Hearing his sigh of defeat, I knew he’d let me go. “Fine. But keep your phone with you at all times, call me when you get there, and be back before dark.”
I barely acknowledged his words as I threw a quick “Okay, love you, bye!” over my shoulder and practically ran out of the room.
If there was one thing I liked about Canada so far, it was the weather. Staying in the low sixty- degrees, (Fahrenheit because I think you guys use Celsius or some shit idfk) it was comfortably cool with a cloudy overcast that promised rain. I slightly pulled my jacket tighter around my torso, and put my headphones in. A Day To Remember started playing, and I opened Twitter as I started down the sidewalk.
Tell mee. Rachel had replied.
Okokokok. Knock knock I sent, and tucked my phone back in my pocket. (I don’t even know if my phone would work in another country but let’s pretend it does)
