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by pilgarlic

by pilgarlic

A/n; I know it's another damn authors note that only 1/4 of you would be bothered to read, i just want to classify this book does not kill Phil. why does everyone kill Phil? if you get bored of this book by chapter 7.. i'd probably stop reading if i were you cause its only gonna get down hill from there. ALSO my editing sucks.

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The beginning;

London was a shit hole. Yep that's my conclusion, after living a year here I still haven't gotten used to the traffic nor tourists, or the forever hanging grey clouds that were to bloody stubborn to leave. Although the city had a sense of personality, I still couldn't figure out why of all places did my 20-year-old self chose to move here.

The city always seemed busy to the point where sometimes it was suffocating. Which means for me I never leave my apartment, well unless it's to go get coffee then I'll make an exception. Just thinking about a caramel latte has me drooling.

While tying up my annoyingly long brown hair into a messy bun I shove on my shoes and make my way to my apartment door. Oh, god please don't let it be a massive line at the coffee shop this time, or I may have to kill everyone. Slamming the door shut and making sure its locked I make my way to the lobby.

"Addison!", Oh, god don't look just keep walking, "Hey Addi!" Nope you didn't hear that, start jogging. "Addison I know you can hear me" bloody hell, turning around I'm greeted with the most annoying face on the earth. "What the hell do you want Mason?" I deadpanned, giving me a cocky smile on his orange face he says "Oh I was just wondering since you couldn't last time, cause your goldfish was going blind, that maybe you wanted to get some lunch?" Chuckling to myself because he believed that shitty excuse, I put on one of my most dramatic facials "Oh god mason, it's terrible shelly sh- she can't even look me in the eye anymore" I started, "she can't even see where her tank starts and finishes she just keeps bumping into the glass!" I yell, "Oh my lord, Addison I had no idea it was that bad I'm sorry to bring up such a sensitive subject, we can grab lunch later okay? Text me if you need me" I nod while fake sniffling, and watch as he leaves. What a dumb ass.

Now what was I doing outside? Oh, right coffee. I start speed walking to my second home, (the coffee shop) once I stop outside I can't help but breathe in the aroma. Stepping inside I admire the cosy space the owner (Karen) had created. The crackling fire on one side of the room and cute little tables set up everywhere, with mismatched rugs under each. My admiring was ruined as I looked towards the counter, my god that was a big line. Grumbling I get in line, but not without glaring at the person in front of me.

I finally reach the front, I was greeted with a fake smile and a greasy hair view from the cashier. What an ass. "Caramel Latte, please," "Okay that'd be 5 pound." Rolling my eyes, I give the greasy haired lady the money, and take my latte and sit down on one of the stools by the windows, giving me a view of London traffic.

I clung to the cup as if it were my child and pull it closer to my navy-blue sweater, letting my hands soak in the warmth. I was in heaven. Ignoring the guy dressed in black who just sat next to me, I sip my coffee and nearly moan in bliss. "I swear I saw him in here Ally!", "Oh my gosh Kelly, you're seeing things he hardly ever leaves his house!" "But Ally I saw him come through here I just wanted to get a picture!"

I turn glaring at the two girls who looked to be 13, how dare they come in here and disturb my peace. Seeing me they quickly leave the store. Turning back to see one of my greatest loves I bring it back to my mouth, to take a sip till I hear a coughing sound coming from next to me. Turning I look at the guy sitting there, intently staring at the traffic outside. He had dark brown hair and eyes from what I could see, he looked to be in his twenties.

He must have felt me staring cause soon enough we made eye contact in which I quickly turned away from, but I could still feel him staring. Deciding to be the awkward conversation starter I am, I turn to him, and forcefully chuckle "I wonder who they were looking for", looking at me seeming surprised by my words but soon enough I hear him just as forcefully chuckling "yeah, I wonder" my god did this guy's voice remind me a bit of a yellow bear obsessed with honey.

Giving him one of those tight smiles, I turn back to the window before he opens his gob again. "Might I ask where are you from?", turning back to him I eye him to see if this was an attempt at shitty flirting, but he seemed generally interested, "I moved here a year ago, from New Zealand." Widening his eyes he speaks "Oh, why'd you leave?" shrugging I make eye contact with him once again "I got bored I guess" he chuckles to himself before turning back to me "so you decided to move to London?" shrugging I turn back to my latte.

We both fell into an awkward silence, neither of us really wanting to talk but both feeling just as forced to. "so... what do you do for a job?" I ask, shrugging he says "oh just filming stuff." Nodding I smile "sounds fun." Chuckling he nods "You wouldn't believe," "What's your name" he asks, "Addison" smiling he turns to me "I'm Dan."

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After that encounter we both left with nothing but goodbyes, and awkward smiles.

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