(IMPORTANT INFO!!!!
The time zones used for calculations are that of my own. I live in Ontario, Canada, so I went by my time zone. Apologies if that isn't your time zone, but it doesn't matter much since it's barely mentioned. ALSO in the story were gunna assume that Reader-chan is short, okay? I hope that's alright! THANKS
ENJOY!)
For the first time, (name) was going to leave her country.
She wants to leave (country) to go to someplace that has multiple things she loved. Which are;
•Rain
•Fog
•Grass
•Beautiful sights
•Interesting native/wild animals
•Interesting cultures
•Counties with two native languages
•Countries where lots of English-speaking people live
•Countries known for the people's' accents
And what country has all these traits?
Ireland.
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(Name) hummed a small tune as she grabbed another pair of sweatpants and stuffed them into her grey suitcase. After checking to see if her shampoo and conditioner was in a plastic Zip-Lock bag and sealed tightly, she zipped the suitcase closed and hurled it onto her bed. She was leaving in a few hours, nice right?
Nope.
It wasn't that great.
Why?
Because the time is 5:00pm, and the flight is around 8 hours.
Due to the 5 hour time difference, (name) will land around 6:00am the same day.
Talk about jet lag.
She nodded happily at her suitcase and sloppily ran a hand through her (hair length), (hair colour) hair before turning to leave her bedroom.
-–—•—–-
"Oops! I should probably get going."
(Name) breathed out after checking the time. She stood up, made her way through her apartment and back to her bedroom where she grabbed her suitcase and left again.
After slipping on a pair of socks and sandals and grabbing her keys, (Name) quickly put on her (Favourite Colour), short sleeved sweater and opened the front door.
She sighed and stepped into the hallway.
"See ya, house... Apartment... Whatever."
She crookedly smiled and closed the white door that led into her home.
The same white door that she grew to love walking through after a hard day working.
The same white door baring the number she had to memorize the first few weeks she moved in.
The same white door that she won't see for another 5 months.
She lightly patted the door and locked it, putting her keys into her pocket soon afterwards.
The short female strode down the hallway with confidence. She fished her phone out of one of her many pockets, unlocked it, and sent a quick message to her best friend, Levi Ackerman.
((Yes I just fucking went there))
Me- Heyyyyy! I'm ready to go, so get your beautifully sculpted ass in your car and pick me up outside my building ASAP.
(Name) stopped at the end of the hallway and pushed the downwards arrow for the elevator.
As she stepped in (after waiting foreverrr) her phone went off.
Shorty- Whatever. I'm on my way, just got out of the driveway.
The (hair colour) haired girl was about to reply with something about texting and driving when...
Shorty- Also... Stop worshiping my ass like some god, you're fucking creeping me out.
(Name) let out a laugh and exited the elevator after the doors opened.
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"So what made you choose Ireland?"
The black haired male beside (Name) decided to make small talk as he drove her to the airport.
"The rain, fog, the accents... The culture, the beauty, the people... Literally fucking everything."
Levi's cold, steel grey eyes glanced into (Name)'s (eye colour) hues for a second before flashing back to the road.
"I see."
She looked over at the short male and smiled widely, "If you could go anywhere, Shorty, where would it be?"
Levi thought for a moment before replying, "The tattoo parlour, I want a memorial tattoo."
(Name) laughed, "What are you going to get a memorial for?"
"You. I want to take you out to a tattoo parlour and get small matching Irish flags on our wrists. It'll only be small, and little to no pain. You've always wanted a tattoo, so when you get back is the perfect time. Plus I'll add to the rest of my flags."
The female clapped her hands together, "Yes! That's a perfect idea! Thanks, Levi! This is why you're my best friend, and not that asshole, Light." She winced at the thought of the mentioned male.
Levi chuckled, "I'm pretty sure that kid's a serial killer."
(Name) burst into laughter, "I can imagine him, with some weird supernatural power of a God to kill anyone he wanted. But knowing him, he'd only kill the criminals, then do a horrible job at hiding his crimes and get caught!"
Levi couldn't help but chuckle at the thought.
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(Name) waved to the black car as it pulled away from the airport. She could hardly wait to leave for her plane.
Which was leaving in...
10 minutes?!?
She nearly screamed, but somehow managed to recover and start running into the airport, looking for her way to her plane.
Those metal detector things are weird.
And it took forever.
So, as of now, (name) is running towards the entrance of her plane.
Luckily she made it in time.
The downside?
This was her first time on a plane.
And guess who happened to be afraid of falling out of the plane and dying?
(Name) was.
So how the fuck is this gunna turn out?
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