Love is not on fire

Chapter 1

Chrissa's POV

I waved goodbye to my mother and my dear friend Kenzi as I boarded the plane. I finally saved enough to fly to London and live there. This is not just a vacation this time! I finally get to live I the city of public transportation, constant cloudy days and amazing accents. I even got a great deal on a flat. The rent is unbelievable.

I've been saving up forever. And it helps that my dad paid for my plane ticket. And that my mother paid my first month's rent. But that's not the point. You are probably wondering why an intelligent twenty year old like myself isn't attending university. Well to answer your question, I am a writer. And my arrogant ass claimed to "know everything they would teach me." This was followed by a "screw it" and a lot of begging and pleading to my parents to let me go. Hey, I'm twenty, not rich. After two months of constant puppy dog eyes, they finally caved.

And now here we are. On the plane. I plugged in my head phones and wound up dozing off. Then before I knew I was being shaken awake by the flight attendant. She looked slightly annoyed. I didn't think I was that much of a heavy sleeper.

When I got to baggage claim, I quickly found my two suit cases. They weren't hard to find, they are both fluorescent purple. (Not my idea. They were a gift.) I walked out of the airport and on to the busy sidewalk. I called for a taxi, but every time one came over to me, some business person stepped in front of me and took my taxi. After the sixth stolen taxi, I finally scurried in front of the man about to step into the cab, rolling over his foot in the process. I think he got the point. I put my headache inducing suitcases in the trunk and hopped into the cab. I gave him the address of my new flat!

When we got to the destination, I paid him and got my luggage out of the trunk. I looked up at the building that I would be living in. I pulled out the key that was mailed to me and opened the door. I was instantly greeted with an immense amount of stairs, "You got to be kidding me." I mumbled to myself. "Well here we go." I struggled getting my two suit cases up the stairs, but I did it. (My linins and duvet should be coming soon, I shipped them here. I was told that the flat was furnished.)

When I finally got to the top of the stairs, I looked around. There was a kitchen that flowed into a living room. Then there was a hallway, leading to I'm guessing my bedroom and the bathroom. I just stood there and marveled at the room that was I front of me. It was weird. There were Xbox controllers laying on the cabinet thing that the TV was on. That's when I heard footsteps coming from the hallway.

Then a dark haired man with piercing blue eyes appeared in the living room with a shocked expression on his face. My eyes widened and I stiffened. Who is this man? Why is he here? What's going on? Questions were racing through my when the man spoke up. "Who are you? And what are you doing here?"

I opened my mouth but no words came out. I didn't know what to do. I'm not good in social situations. This is bad. I started to really panic. And I have this nervous habit of biting my lip. Do you know how many times I have been mistaken for trying to seduce people? I just stared at him as if I stared at him hard enough, he would disappear. Well that didn't happen.

"Did you hear me? Do you speak English?" I managed to nod my head slightly. "What are you doing here?" And again I just opened and closed my mouth like a fish.

"Phil what's taking you so long-" another man entered the room. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me. He stared at me, but not the way the other man, Phil, I guess, was looking at me. And somehow it made me both feel uncomfortable and important. I blushed. He wouldn't stop looking at me.

"Okay that's it, I'm calling the police." Phil said, obviously fed up with my awkward attempt to explain myself.

"No!" thank god my voice finally came back. But I could've sworn the other man said it too. I sighed heavily, trying to fester up the courage to speak. "Well, I kinda live here now."

"What?!" both the men exclaimed, but with different tones and facial expressions.

"What do you mean you live here now?!" Phil asked sternly.

"Well, I-I-I talked to the landlord and he said that this flat was open. And it was a good price, so I decided to move here...?" I said more like a question.

"Well we do have an extra room." The man who had been staring at me said.

"Dan, that's our guest room." So the other man's name is Dan. Phil turned back to me, "Why weren't we told that we were getting a roommate? Why didn't anyone ask us?"

I just kinda cringed a little, I didn't know the answers. "Well," I said toying with the hem of my shirt, "I didn't know that I would have roommates either." Then I mumbled, "that's why the rent is so good."

"Come on Phil," Dan said, "She's already paid the rent, we can't kick her out." He bargained. Why was he defending me? For all he knows, I could be complete psycho that collects people's hair in hopes that she can one day make a clone army. (I don't do that)

Phil sighed, "I guess. She did come all the way from America." My accent gave that one away. "What about the room, it's not made up. And her duvet."

"My things should be here in couple of days." I interjected timidly. "And I could sleep on the couch for now."

Phil nodded his head. "Well, I guess if you're going to be our new roommate, we should formally introduce ourselves." He his face softened and his tone was gentler. "I'm Phil."

There was a tiny pause where Dan just stared at me. Phil nudged his side. "Oh, I'm Dan."

"I'm Chrissa." And that is all I could say. Why do I have to be so awkward?

"Well, Chrissa, the bathroom is the first door on the left. Then there is my room. Then Dan's room is straight down the hall. And if you turn the corner your room will be on the left."

I nodded my head. "Can I put my bags in or by my room?"

"Yes," Dan said. "Here, I'll help you." And before I knew it he was wheeling one of my suitcases down the hall. I followed with the other one.

We placed the luggage outside of the door, "Thank you." I smiled. He just looked into my eyes. I hate eye contact. After ten seconds I couldn't stand it anymore and I looked away. "Um. I'm going to get ready for bed. I'm a bit jetlagged." I headed over to one of the cases and grabbed the first tank top and pair of shorts I could find. "So I'm just going to go to the bathroom to change." Then I walked away from the tall man with chestnut hair and chocolate brown eyes. "That was so awkward." I whispered to myself as I entered the bathroom.

Once I was dressed in my night clothes, I went over to the couch and sat down. It was really comfortable. I laid down and as soon as my head hit the throw pillow, I was out.

Thanks for reading guys. I hoped you liked it. I know Phil is a little different but he slowly merges into his normal self. I hope you stay tuned for more.