Unexpectedly

Dream? 1/3

~~Dream~~

Ugh. I'm so bored! Hmm... maybe I should call Jessica.

I fished for my phone and jumped on my bed, dialling Jessica's number. After a few rings, she picked up.

"Aw! Thank the lucky stars you answered! I thought you wouldn't for a second. You scared me you know. I mean I--"

"Uhmmmmm...." the voice trailed off... and it definitely wasn't Jessica's.

"Oh my Sherbert Frugen Yorkshire Hallelujah Gummy Bears! I'm so sorry! I thought I called my friend. Apparently I dialed the wrong number. I'm so so so--" I was cut off.

"It's fine! Really. It's perfectly okay." The Irish voice said.

"Well I guess I better go now, since I think I'm bothering you..." I said, my thumb on the 'end' button.

"NO WAIT. I mean. No it's fine. I'm actually really bored." he said, trying to sound cool. But failing. No luck there, mate.

"Oh! Well... okay sure. Sooo... we should start I guess by introducing ourselves. " I said, rocking on my chair.

"Uh... Oh. Yeah, right. Well then. Let me start. I'm Niall James Horan, but I go by the name Niall. I'm 10 years old, turning 11 on September 13 and I'm Irish. But I'm here at London for a while to visit. Hobbies......... Hmmmmm.. Well I guess you could say I like to sing, but I know that I'm no good at it. I even bet I sound like a dying walrus when I do sing. Oh! And I've actually taken an interest in guitar. I'm planning on taking up self lessons, even. Like online video tutoring you know? But how about you?" He said. I could almost picture him smiling triumphantly at how confident he seemed. But I said 'almost ' because I actually have no idea how he looks like.

"Well Niall, I'm Julianne Isabella Santiago. Ha! Well I'm older than you," I stuck my tongue out but immediately put it back in when I realized he can't see me. Facepalm.

"Alright. Alright, Oldy. No need to rub it in. This just means that you could fight the evil ninjas for me while I lay back and relax." he said.

Uh. Erm. Excuse me?

"Hey! Ninjas are NOT evil you know?!" I huffed.

"Sure. Whatever you say, Santiago." he scoffed. Hehe. My name sounded funny in his accent. It sounded like Sentieeygo. Sentieeygo. Sentieeygo.. Cmon, say it with me now. Sen-ti-eey-go. Sentieeygo.

"Don't push it, Horan. So as I was saying. I'm 11 already, turned so on March 15. Oh! And I go by the name Julianne. You may be wondering why my name sounds foreign. It's because I'm Asian act but I've been living here in London for two years now so I kinda picked up the accent. But I know how to speak my language. Just not too well, since I don't have anyone to speak Filipino to, except my dad but rarely. But anyway, I'm a dancer and have been ever since I was five. I actually also know how to play a bit of the piano. Took lessons when I was 8 but stopped because of ballet. My father told me to pick between piano and ballet. It was tough, but I picked ballet in the end. I also have an interest in guitar. Seems pretty cool. Oh and I am a strong Christian. " I smiled at that. I always loved telling people what God has done in my life. Its amazing and breathtaking really.

"Ahhh well maybe if you teach me how to speak your language, I could maybe give you guitar lessons once I learn how to use the thing. Or we could learn together. Ehhhh? Ehhhh?" He suggested. That's actually not a bad idea.

"Yeah! That might actually work! We could exchange addresses then just hang at each other's since we can't hang out in the mall alone." I frowned.

"Yeah!" he agreed.

"Well yeah, Irish. " I smirked at the smart nickname I made for him.

"Hey! If you call me that, I should give you a nickname too.... hmmm... how about... Asian? Nah. Jules? No, too common. Ah ah ah! I shall call you, L'anne!" he said triumphantly.

"Fine. Whatever..." I grumbled. Earning a laugh from the other end of the line.

We talked the whole day until I had to go to have 'tea time'. As what they call it in London.

We promised to talk again soon before ending the conversation.

***

After dinner and devotions. I hopped onto bed with a big grin on my face caused by a certain new Irish friend of mine.

Niall Horan.

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Guys please bear with me because these next few chapters is going to be the dream of Julianne. I bet most of you are wondering.. Nag nabbit, that gurl sleeps long. Well yeah actually ;) No but I'm making it detailed and all and it will lead to something. Promise!

~~GOD BLESS

~~Kaelee

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