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"What's up with this brooding and frowning Snowy?" Ruth asked, looking up at me from her computer. She removed her glasses- probably giving up on the designs that she'd have to submit at the end of the week. "Is that beautiful flowers part of the story?" Ruth pointed to the yellow daffodils, that Travis dropped off before lunch, with a hint of admiration and jealousy in her eyes.
When Ruth decided to come to London she had to leave her boyfriend behind. He didn't want to attempt a long distance relationship and instead broke it off... and then he got engaged to someone else.
"They're from Travis. He took me on an expedition around London the past weekend," I said, continuing with my designs.
"And you're not happy, because you don't like the colour yellow?" Ruth went on, making it harder for me to concentrate.
"No, it's not- I have- I don't know," I pathetically ended my sentence, dropping my hands next to the computer's keyboard.
"I wish I got that sort of special treatment when I arrived here," Ruth mentioned, her eyes captivated by the flowers. Her green eyes were reflecting an ocean of different emotions.
"If you like it so much, you should have it," I offered without an hesitation. I saw Ruth have a heated debate in her head, before adding, "Please, I insist."
"Okay, if you insist," Ruth smiled, suddenly more chirpy than before.
"What's your plans when your back in Scotland?" I asked, unable to go on with my designs after the distraction. I felt envious of Ruth's chance to go home. Just two month and a half months, then I could go home for a bit.
"Burn David's house down, with him and his new wife still inside and a lot of relaxing," Ruth smile made me wonder if she might be serious about burning her ex's house down. "You're still fine with babysitting little Charlie next week, right?"
"I can't wait," I exclaimed, getting lost in other ideas to prank Joe.
"Thanks! You're a real life saver," Ruth said and returned her glasses in the right place before continuing with her work.
That night, being a Monday, I had no real plans. I was completely alone in the big house and instead of being happy about it, I was overcome with grief.
The time away from home was starting to rip at the edges of my heart. I've been living in London for only a month and a half. I silently wished that I could fly out tomorrow and surprise Caiti and my mom, but I knew Bianca would follow me, kill me, burn the remains and then bring me back to life so she could fire me.
"It's the Pence's household, unfortunately we can't come to the phone, but leave a message and we'll come back to you," my, Mom and Caiti's taped voices said before- "Mommy, what's going to-" Caiti's voice echoed through my head as the beep signaled me to start my message.
A smile formed on my lips while tears streamed down my cheeks and I hung up- knowing my voice would betray how I was really feeling.
The day we recorded the message was also the day Caiti had lost her first tooth. She had lost her front tooth by running into a door. She was chasing a white fur ball of a cat through the apartment. Let's just say, the cat was more agile than a little girl running at full speed through a living room.
I wiped the tears from my cheeks, took a deep breath and called again. I left a message with a voice that sounded better than before. I decided to skip dinner that night, not feeling like making anything or calling for takeout. My phone beeped somewhere too far away for me to will myself to stand up. I was probably a message from the phone company. Instead I just closed my eyes and tried to drift off to good memories, but-
The front door opened.
The front door closed.
It couldn't be Joe, he was still supposed to be in America.
Panic started to cloud my thoughts faster than you can call the police. My heart started sprinting through my body- faster than humanly possible.
I jumped up from the bed, bed covers flying in all directions. My thoughts raced through all the defences I was taught as a little girl, but "don't take candy from strangers" wasn't exactly helping me in any way, shape or form.
My eyes scanned through the room for any weapon that could replace my knowledge in self-defence... Unluckily for me I was left with a curling iron- correction- a cold curling iron. So instead I grabbed a shoe and sneaked into the hall.
The invaders footsteps were closing in on the staircase. I hid behind the wall, where Oli caught me on my first day, and waited.
Ten seconds became five seconds. Five seconds became-
"Snowy-" the intruder started to say before I interrupted him with a shoe against the head and before I could stop myself, I took advantage of the surprised intruder and brought my knee straight up into his most vulnerable spot.
"Fuck, Snowy!" Caspar's voice echoed through the house, jumping back from the walls and furniture.
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"Caspar! What the actual hell are you doing here?" I exclaimed raiding the fridge for something cold I could offer Caspar for his-
"My flight arrived this evening and Joe asked me to check up on you," Caspar said, cringing in pain. He was keeping a safe distance from me and my knees.
"I'm sorry, again, for hitting you," my face scrunched up in sympathy, while the fridge claimed most of the heat from my face.
"No, it's fine- it doesn't feel like you did too much damage," he said, joining me next to the fridge and grabbing a pack of peas from the freezer. He moved to the comfy couch in the living room.
"So," I started, wishing I could erase the last few minutes from both our minds, "how was your trip?" I grabbed two beers from the fridge (one of the many Joe had stacked up on for some reason) before joining Caspar on the couch.
"Don't you guys have anything stronger than beer?" Caspar asked taking a swig from the bottle. He attempted to stand up, but quickly changed his mind.
"I'm not sure if Joe has anything stronger," I replied. I stood up, feeling in debt to Caspar, and went in search of more alcohol. "We have vodka, tequila and gin," I called to the living room, grabbing the vodka and tequila and some shot glasses.
"You could easily go work in a bar," Caspar remarked while I tried to balance the two bottles, the glasses and two extra beers in my clumsy arms.
"Yeah right!" I exclaimed, gracefully- in my mind- putting the stuff on the coffee table. I returned to my previous seat. "Firstly, I couldn't mix drinks the way I would have to and secondly, have you seen the girls working in bars?" I added, taking a sip from the beer and regretting it already- I hated the taste of beer.
"I think you have the second one in the bag," Caspar said with a smirk. I commanded myself not to blush, but it wasn't humanly possible.
"Caspar Lee!" I grabbed the closest thing to me- a pillow- and whack him over the head with as much force as I could muster. "I can kick you again, if you'd like."
Caspar quickly raised his hands in a surrendering stance.
"Smart choice," I smirked while Caspar diverted his attention to pouring shots.
"To finding new ways to hurt me everytime," Caspar handed me a little shot glass. A brief moment, I felt the high school Snowy surface, but I silenced the thought with the tequila burning through my throat. I felt my homesickness drown with the thoughts of my past.
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Living a London Lifestyle (Joe Sugg FanFiction)
Fanfiction"And in that moment I knew I was screwed," he said before carefully leaning in and kissing me. Snowy Pence is a 22-year old girl who just moved to London to pursue a career in design by working for a leading stylist, Bianca Maxwell. Being new in the...
