"It'll be fine, mom. No ones gonna abduct me in a fucking taxi." Francesca mumbled through her iPhone. Rolling her eyes at her moms overprotection. "Bye mom, the taxis here-yep I'll be okayyyy." She bleeped her last words into the cellphone call and then hung up. With a huff Francesca grabbed her small suitcase and a carry on bag and ran outside to the taxi, heaving her bags into the already-open boot.
She climbed into the back seat hastily and handed the driver a piece of small paper with messy handwriting. "Here's the address to where I'm heading.. What's the cost?"
The driver gave a small huff of amusement, "should of drives you there in dans car.. You're going in the downstairs apartment from me."
"Really? Coincidence at its best. Who's the dan fella?"
"My flatmate- we're awesome friends, ha."
She looked at the figure smiling at her; straight plain black hair with a fringe skivvied to the side and crystal blue eyes. His smile was gentle and comforting; why was this guy driving a frickin taxi? Hot Damn.
It had been a good 20 minutes now, it was silence.. A really awkward one, oh god. Might as well be social (shivers). "I didn't catch your name. I'm Francesca."
"Lester. Phillip Lester, name me Phil."
"Alright Phil, do anything else apart from driving?"
"Of course.. I make videos."
"TV?"
"Youtube. Internet. Tumblr. Dadidadida."
"Nice.. Mind if I fall asleep haha?"
"Not a problem miss."
She felt a nudge on her shoulder, a light nudge..
"Miss? Miss will you wake up?"
She let out a tiny groan and then covered her mouth in embarrassment. "Thanks.. Here's the money."
Phil took the money and put it in the front seat, gesturing to her to move out the car. "I'm gonna give you a tour, no catch. We live so close to each other anyway."
"Thanks I guess?"
"Come along, I'll show you where you're staying, flat number?" Phil said rhetorically.
"11." Francesca said in respond.
She and Phil had gone up a couple of outside staircases and then halted. Phil was studying the numbers that were put on silver plated on the higher rear of the doors. He was murmuring numbers, probably flat numbers. '9..12...' Then suddenly bursted out with "Here it is!" She gave a nod of thanks to phil "thanks." Phil looked at his watch with a gasp and quickly waved goodbye and rushed down the stairs.
Francesca quietly put her hand in her pockets to grab her flat key. Damn, where is it? She noticed phil had brought her suitcase up. Gentleman. Never mind- where was that key? She skimmed through her bag but couldn't find it anywhere. Fuck.
Looks like she'd be outside for a fuck-ton of time.
Hope you like it cesca c; sorry for locking you outside lmfao ALSO I CABT WRITE FOR A DAMN COINNNNNNN
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The Character X Phil Lester
FanfictionThis is made for my friend cesca c: if you don't want to be called that name just ignore it, okay? (Even though I'll get no reads lmao) enjoy.
