Why Do You Do This? (YouTuber FF) *under editing*

Meeting the Others

Hey guys! I know that the previous chapters have been quiet short but I will make it up to you in this chapter! Extra long one. So here it is, hope you enjoy.

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"I can't believe we are actually here!" I exclaim as we get out of the airport in London, England. Tyler had to come to do a collab video with the youtuber AmazingPhil. Well, that and he wanted to come and see his friends. Also, Troye Sivan is coming to meet up with us. The next two weeks are going to be so much fun. We are going to be seeing so many amazing youtubers like Zoe of Zoella and Alfie of PointlessBlog. These are all such amazing people. Oh, and don't forget about Dan of Danisnotonfire. He too has an amazing channel. I am not sure if we will be seeing him but I hope so. He is quiet attractive. I hope they like me. They probably never heard of my channel at all. It wouldn't surprise me if they haven't. Why would these huge youtubers have ever heard of someone so small like me.

This is my first time in England and I plan to make it the best time I have ever had in a while. I will visit all the famous land marks like the Eye of London and Big Ben. It will be a fantastic time. Meeting new people, new experiences and new memories. What more could one ask for? Also, I am hoping to go to the theater and see some plays. I never seen a proper play before. One with the professional actors and professional props. With a big stage and bright lights. And don't forget the red plush seats lined up row by row, surrounding the large stage. That's what I imagine a theater to look like but I am not quiet sure if it is. Hopefully it lives up to my great expectations.

Small raindrops fall from the dark gray sky and hits the pavement with soft splashes. The air is freezing compared to the heat of LA. But I love it cold and rainy. When the weather is like this, it helps me think. I love to think about things. Some how the cold and rain helps to extract all the deeps thoughts and ideas of my mind that it's crazy. Not only do I love this weather because if the ideas it brings, but also because of the clothes you wear in it. Sweaters and leggings are my favorite outfits ever. Though, you can't really wear them in LA because of the heat, London is perfect for it. A cute white knitted sweater with black leggings and Ugg boats. Perfect.

"There's a cab! Let's go!" Tyler says as he halts a cab. I am jumping with joy at this whole experience. We get into the cab and Tyler tells the cabby the hotel address. I almost had a heart attack when he started to drive until I remembered that the British drive on the opposite side of the road. The windows are a bit fogged so i wipe of the condensation off the glass earning a better view of the city. It's nearly seven o'clock now and the sun is starting to set. People are out walking around with their umbrellas and those few poor souls that forgotten theirs. Taxis fill the street along with a few buses and the rare car driven by a citizen. Most people take public transportation simply because it's easier than driving around in the city, but there are always the select few that drive around in there cars. In cities like London, people tend to take taxis or the tube but in cities like LA, several people like Tyler, drive their own car. It is a strange thing.

The cab pulls up to the curb of a nice looking hotel. It's not to big, not to shabby. It's quiet nice actually. Tyler pays half while I pay the other half of the fare for the driver. It's easier for both of us that way. We quickly get inside since we are on a tight schedule and simply to get out of the rain. The lobby has a cream, off white colored walls and dark wooden floors. In the middle is a small sitting area with a coffee table in the middle. To the back there or two stair cases on either side, both going up to the second floor. On the right wall is a desk with a older women standing there looking... sad. But when she sees us her frown is replaced by a large grin.

"Hello, dears! What's your reservation?" The women asks us when we walk up to the desk. He gray hair is put up into a tight bun and she looks very thin and frail. Her pale light skin is wrinkled everywhere with freckles and birth marks littering her skin.