I walk off the plane looking at my feet as I enter some airport in Oregon which is where I will be spending my foreseeable future. Ugh I just want to go home.
"Lighten up sweetie, this is going to be a great experience for you. Some change will do you some good!" Mum says cheerfully but I just scowl at her and continue walking towards baggage claim. I find my bag and take it off putting it onto a luggage cart along with my carry on which is overpacked as usual and is too heavy. I really don't want to bore you with the details but this is how I got home:
1. Rented a car
2. Drove
3. Unpacked
4. Wait for our stuff we sent over to arrive.
And now I'm here. In my new house. In a new country. I'm still grumpy but I've got to admit that this place is beautiful and I've always wanted to live in a small town like you see in all those movies and books, I've never really had a sense of community in my city back home. This is a nice change. To keep observing my new home I decide to go out for a walk, I grab my tracky dacks* and my favourite TARDIS T-shirt along with my sneakers and off I go.
As I walk down my street I put in my earphones and start listening to the 'Hairspray' soundtrack because it always get me in a good mood.
You can't stop an avalanche as it races down the hill. You can try to stop the seasons girl but you know you never will.
I start humming along and before I know it grooving along with the music, oh my god I love this song!
"You look like you're having fun there", I heard someone say behind me. I flick my head around to fund the source of the notice but instead I collide with a chest, which of course causes my to tumble backwards landing flat on my butt because I am extremely weak. It's one of my many flaws. Someone clears their throat snapping me out of my thoughts, I look up to find a hand extended to me which I gladly accept.
Woah
Well this is not what I expected, not that I'm complaining of course. Looking back down at me are these gorgeous green yes that look like the ocean after a storm, his hair is a brown mop which almost covers his eyes and his jawline could cut glass! His shirt complements his muscles perfectly and oh my god his chest is so perfect I find myself gawking at it only to be interrupted by a small laugh which was so deep and hot holy guacamole. I look back up to find him smirking at me, which to be honest was pretty creepy but I give a confused smile back to him and turn around to walk away. I don't get far before he grapes my wrist and twirls me back around to face him.
"Hi, what's your name? I haven't seen you around before and I know everybody. Are you new around here?" He asks me.
"What's your name?" I retort crossing my arms over my chest.
"I asked you first" he said but I simply stared at him expectantly until he cracked. "Fine, my name is Lucas".
Hmmm, Lucas, I like the sound of that.
"Okay, my name's Julie and yes I am new here. I just moved from Australia actually" I answer him while smiling sweetly.
"Well then I'll see you around Julie." He ended our conversation winking at me and just walked away.
Okay bye I'll see you around it was nice talking to you have a good day that was not a creepy and slightly disturbing encounter at all. That's probably what I would've said if I wasn't staring at his hot back muscles flexing as he walked away.
Gosh I am really pathetic sometimes.
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Tracky Dacks = sweatpants (are those a thing?) they're basically big comfy and loose fitting long pants.
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