A YouTuber's Tale : Discontinued

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July 9th

Jade P.O.V

"Please now ensure that your seat is upright, your tray table is stowed, arm rests down, window blinds open, and seatbelt fastened. We wish you a pleasant flight with EasyJet." The speaker booms down the plane as I gaze out the oval window across the upcoming runway. It's lit up from the midnight moonlight.

"You gonna sleep?" Emily asks me, turning her phone off.

"Yeah, I'm so tired." I yawn. "What about you?"

"I think I'll edit a few vlogs, and then get some rest." She says. "Remember we are meeting Wayne at the airport so he can give us a lift."

"K." I reply, closing my eyes and letting sleep take over me. Slowly, and then all at once.

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"Hey Wayne." I smile, walking up to him with my hand luggage rolling up behind me.

"Hey Jade." He grins, expressing his strong Essex accent as he hugs me into his shoulder. "How was your flight?"

"Long." Emily laughs from behind me, wheeling along her own luggage. "We ready to go?" She asks, almost tripping up over her own suitcase.

"Ready when you are girls. It's not a long drive from here actually, only half an hour, so feel free to take a nap in the car. You must feel quite jet lagged." Wayne informs us, taking our big case we've brought and wheeling it beside him.

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Through the window of the Mercedes, London runs past. The olden architecture, small and large buildings, quaint parks and detailed structures are nothing like America. Everything in America is so big and modern, and the fresh air of England, no car fumes or factories, is extremely refreshing.

"How beautiful." I hear Emily whisper to herself as she stares out of the opposing window. The thrill of such a new and beautiful city has knocked fatigue out of our bodies.

"You know girls, you are so similar on so many levels." Wayne laughs to himself from the drivers seat, glazing his eyes across the reflection from the interior mirror.

"We are twins Wayne!" I laugh as the car comes to a halt on a narrow London street. Looking out of the window, there's lines of small flats, one bigger than the rest centred in the middle.

"We're here." He laughs, opening his own door and setting foot onto the street. We follow him out, walking round to the back of the car and chucking the boot open. I flick my brunette hair over my shoulder, grabbing the handle of my suitcase and lifting it from the car.

I pull up the handle, wheeling my two suitcases onto the path, Emily parking hers beside mine. I look up at Wayne, who's ran up a few stairs, knocking his fist on one of the doors. We wheel our cases over, a slight irritation from the fact we have to lift our cases up stairs, which takes way to much effort.

"Are you Wayne?" I hear a South African accent fluster in the wind from a few yards away, looking up to see Wayne talking to a face that's seem extremely familiar from his YouTube videos.

"That's me. I'm Emily and Jade Harris's manager." He smiles, peering over his shoulder. "This is it girls. I've gotta be going, but I shall call you soon with some information about your meet and greets."

"Cheers Wayne." My sister smiles as he walks back towards his car, plonking himself in the drivers seat and giving a subtle wave before driving off.

I lift my cases up, carrying them up the stairs and placing them just through the door. Looking up, their flat is quite extraordinary. A big open space with a flat screen TV surrounded with white cushioning sofas, leading onto a kitchen area and a flight of stairs leading downwards in the right corner of the room.

"Quite the flat you've got here." I comment, looking over at the boy over beside the kitchen counter, plugging the kettle into the mains.

"Wow." He laughs, turning to face me. "You sound so American."

"Um." I laugh. "Thanks."

"So," he continues. "Are you Emily?"

"Jade." I correct him. "It's more than often we get mixed up, don't worry." I smile.

"I'm Caspar." He greets.

It's weird seeing him in actual light, as the camera doesn't do justice to his looks. A blonde mop of hair flowing off of his pale face and bright blue eyes. High cheekbones supporting one of the most mischievous grins. Great, thick pouty lips that break thin when he smiles.

"Jade, move!" Emily orders, almost falling over her own bags when I move out the way. Caspar shuts the door behind her, locking it and glazing his eyes over the both of us.

"Wow. You two look exactly the same!" He looks astonished.

"Caspar, they would, they're twins." Another voice echos from across the room. Looking over to my right, I see a smaller figure appear from the stairwell, one that I recognise too.

"You alright girls?" Joe smiles, pacing over to us and giving us a small hug each. When his arms wrap around me, it's warm, and somewhat extremely comforting.

"Good thanks." My sister answers before me.

"Here, let us take your cases." Caspar smiles, taking mine off of me, wheeling them down the stairs. Joe follows him shortly after, both of them disappearing out of my vision.

"Is it just me," my sister whispers looking over at us both, "or are they hotter than they look on video?"

"Yep." I reply. "They are hot."