There Are Worse Things I Could Do

Chapter One: The Start Of Something New

   You wake up on the bright Sunday morning before you leave. Tomorrow is the day. You've been waiting for this day since you were in year 7. You and your best friend (F/N) been wanting to move to London and start over there for years. It took years of work to convince both of your parents to let you fly across the Atlantic Ocean and start you're new lives in London.
  You drag yourself out of bed and turn on your favourite song. It's rather hard to ignore the fact you have you're immense suitcase filled with everything that hasn't been sent over to your P. O. box in London. You trudge over to your dresser and pick out a pair of black skinny jeans an (Y/F/C) shirt and grab a pair of shoes from the shoe pile in the corner of your bedroom. You grab your purse and phone and run downstairs. You snatch your keys off the hook next to your parents and run out to your car.

   The radio is blaring out some horrible song. It's a shame how downhill music has gone since "Hotline Bling" by Drake in 2015. 6 years later the music hasn't changed. You pull out of the driveway and make your way to (Y/F/N)'s house. Your mind is clouded with thoughts of London. What will it be like? Will it be what you and (Y/F/N) been dreaming of since you were 13 years old? What if it isn't anything like you wanted it to be? You shake your head and try to get the negative thoughts out of your mind. You turn onto  (Y/F/N)'s street and drive up a bit to get to her house.

  You get out of the car and jog up to her porch. That was the most exercise you will do this week. You knock on the door twice and (Y/F/N) flings open the door with a crazy grin on their face.
  "One more day till our dreams come true!" She screams. You smile a bit even though your eardrums were slightly burst out.

  "I know, (Y/F/N). I know I just can't believe it." You reply truthfully.

  "Well believe it, (Y/N). Come in. I have food."

  You follow your best friend into their house that you have been in 1,000s of times. Your mind is clouded with one thing. One fear to be exact. You have dealt with you anxiety attacks and your panic disorder since you were 9. You're sure you could get along fine in the airport but the plane and the tube system in London will be your issue. 

  "(Y/N) are you alive in there?!" (Y/F/N) shouts waving their hand in your face.

"Sorry, just got lost in thought." You reply trying to hide your fear.

"Just answer my question, Fruit Loops or Fruity Pebbles?" She asks waving two boxes.

"(pick your cereal)"

-----------Time Jump To After Breakfast!-----------

You and (Y/F/N) are laying on the floor in their bedroom staring at the ceiling.
  "(Y/N)?" They ask.

"Yes?"

"How do you realise that your dreams are coming true?"

"I don't know, (Y/F/N) I really don't. It never happened to me before."

"I just keep thinking that we are actually doing what our 13 year old selves wanted to. Not many people actually do that. "

"I guess that's true."

"Let's watch some YouTube to keep ourselves busy." They say pulling out their MacBook. They click their way to YouTube and click on danisnotonfire. You always loved watching Dan and his friend Phil since the very beginning. You had a tee shirt for each but you were Dan all the way. " (Y/F/N) preferred Phill over Dan and you were alright with that because you were in love with Dan Howell.

  You and (Y/F/N) watch YouTube for hours only getting up for food through out the day. You watched Zoella, PointlessBlog, AmazingPhil and danisnotonfire. You felt like your day was complete. You fall asleep around 11:00pm. You will have to get up early because both of your parents are driving you to the airport at 12:00pm tomorrow. Your last day in America was a peaceful one. The way you liked it.