The flight was going a lot longer then what I thought.
Being my impatient self a decided to make a note on how long we've been on this flight.
"Hey when are we getting off this floating death box?" I asked the flight attendant.
I wasn't very good with planes.
"Please ma'm be patient, it's nearly time to land" she was clearly frustrated with me.
Monica, who was sitting beside me placed her hand on my lap.
"I know you're stressed to the max but everything will be ok, just relax a little"
I gave her a thankful smile.
Sure enough a voice boomed through out the whole plane, telling us we will be landing in London.
This is it, I finally get to meet my idle.
Monica and I were the last ones of the plane but I decided to relax a little and just take in the beauty that is London.
"When we get to Oliver's place I suggest we leave the tour of the house until tomorrow" I gave her a questioning look.
"Jet lag will soon kick in" right, jet lag, because I'm in a completely different country.
We walked around looking for our luggage, I spotted mine and ran for it.
Monica quickly followed after me making sure I didn't get lost.
We grabbed it to make sure it was mine, I knew it was because my bag was the only one with a massive BMTH sticker on the side of it.
"That's going to impress Oli" she smirked.
I just laughed as my cheeks went red.
We walked outside and waiting for us was a taxi, an old man stepped out of the car.
"Let me get that for you love" he grabbed my bag and slid in into the boot with ease.
He ran over to the door and opened it, I quickly thanked him.
I followed Monica through the big mansion gates and up the pebbled driveway.
I couldn't stop staring, this is where I would be staying for a month.
I didn't realized Monica stopped walking until I ran straight into her.
"Uh sorry" I said while blushing like mad.
"It's okay, you're just overwhelmed" she gave me a small smile.
"Oliver!" Monica greeted him with a hug.
I waited while Monica and Oli said their hellos.
I didn't realize that he was standing right in front if me now.
I slowly lifted my head and my eyes met his.
He gorgeous.
"Reagan, it's finally nice to meet you" he stuck out his hand.
I don't know how but I suddenly found my hand shaking his.
"Hi" I simply said not knowing how else to respond.
I couldn't stop staring, he was beautiful.
Monica and Oliver had already started to walk to the front door, I tagged slowly behind them.
The door was flung open and the house was just as beautiful inside as it was on the outside.
"Reagan, there are three rooms through here, go ahead and pick yours" he lead me up a set of stairs and a hallway, doors on each side.
