12 London

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It's Friday
You know what that means
Time to ponder the city of London with the boys.

I plug my earphones into my ears and start playing whatever music i felt suited the soundtrack of a cloudy London day.

I pull out my oyster card and join the motion of workmen and women and a few teens with friends and tap unconsciously to get in and out of the gates.

I get to stand in the underground holding a banister by myself. I watch the graffiti and adverts fly past the windows until I see a regular exit at the doors in front of me. I step off into Victoria Station and continue to talk away until I am on the open streets of London left to navigate myself around.

Before I take another step onto the path, I hear my name being called and I turn around to see the two boys walking over to me.

God I forgot how damn tall they were.

"
H

ey," I say to the both of them and they greet me in return.

"What are the plans, boys." I ask. Phil starts listing off a few ideas he had in mind but I am taken aback by the London rush around me.

After three or four years of living here I never get over the thrill of people in the streets going places and having things to do. Everybody has a life a plan -whether it short, like just running to grab milk, or to go to college and take a big exam. It's a rush that I always loved. But can be over whelmed by. 

I remember to return my consciousness to Phil explaining what we were going to do, and acting like I was listening to what he was just saying. I nod and agree and do whatever because I just wanna hang with the boys.

"Sounds great!" I say bouncing on my toes. Dan nods and rubs his hand togethe.

"Let's start then." He announces. I admire him for a second before he starts walking ahead of me.

"Coming, aren't you?" He jokes smiling and grabbing my hand to quickly pull me along until we walked side by side.

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We sit in a friendly eco cafe that I used to always go to.

We get ourselves some warm beverages and find a place to sit.

"Where's Sally?" He asks. I quickly sallow my drink and sit up.

"Work," I say nodding. Why am I nodding. I should drop nodding. 

"Really? What's she working as?" He asks. I smile and look at Dan.

Why asking so many questions, Phil?

"Just a cash register girl. Mostly behind the counter stuff at this veggie cafe. She counts groceries and helps with costumers and things, but very little actually waitressing." I smirk. Phil nods, and Dan takes another drawn out sip of his drink.

"Not great youtuber income then?" He asks.

I shake my head again, "on either of our parts not really. But she's got lots of student debt and whatnot but I didn't take proper college courses so I'm a bit more fortunate. Also put flat is cheap enough and can usually get by with rent." I say taking another sip of my drink and slouchng back down.

The boys sit and talk amoung themselves while I usually stayed a bit more quiet, not interfering with they bro chemistry.

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