Wait What? (Connor Franta Fanfic)

Chapter 1 - Welcome to Los Angeles

You know that feeling when you're having the best sleep and you think that nothing could go wrong?

"I could write a song with my new piano I could sing about how long is a losing battl-"

Damn. I slammed my alarm off. Note to self: Never put your favourite song as your alarm, you'll end up hating it. I was just about to curse my phone for waking me up at 5am but I remembered I was moving to Los Angeles today! 'OMG' I thought to myself and jump out of bed and ran into the shower.

"Tori are you up? we're gonna be late!" mum yelled from downstairs.Honestly I have no idea how she gets up so early with ease.

"Yeah mum I'm in the shower, chill!" I screamed over the noise of the shower.

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We made it to the airport in good timing and I said my goodbyes to everyone. "Bye honey, i'm gonna miss you so much! make sure you text me as soon as you land okay?" she hugged me tight.

I could feel tears forming but I fought the urge to cry because I knew I was going to my dream country, doing what I love; acting. "Bye mum! Bye everyone, I'm going to miss you too! Make sure you take care of Percy, Dolly JLo & for me, they're my babies!"

Percy, Dolly & JLo are my fish. What? I have a strong relationship with fish, Judge me... I waved and got all my belongings together to board the the plane. This is so exciting omg, Me, Victoria Rowland, going to LA. yaaaaas.

"First Flight to Los Angeles takes off in 15 minutes" I heard the speakers say. That was my flight and I wasn't on yet. Thankfully I made it and looked for my seat number.

'seat 235, 235, 235, 235, please be a window seat.' I thought myself. There was so many people. So many humans all around me, ew. For a person who is socially awkward I was doing quite well.

I found my seat and made my way towards it. "seat 235" I said in triumph.

"seat 235?" I heard from behind me. It sounded female so I spun around and was greeted with a small smile. A beautiful petit girl probably around my age stood there as I turned. She was wearing a light blue tank top with high waited shorts and high top converse.

"Err Yeah?" I sounded unsure of who the stranger was.

"I'm seat 236!" she stretched out her hand and I shook it.

"Well that's not my actual name obviously," she chuckled. "It's Rachael. Rachael Azelea." she gave me a friendly smile when she saw I said nothing.

"Oh sorry," I snapped out of it. "I'm Victoria Rowland, nice to meet you" i laughed at my awkwardness.

"okay, tori" she said emphasizing on the 'tori' to give it meaning. Damn I hardly knew this girl and she was already on nickname terms? well okay.

We sat down and thankfully I got the window seat. "So why are you going to LA? any purpose?" i asked trying to make conversation. "Yeah I'm actually moving there to pursue my career as a professional dancer." she smiled confidently. "Really? No way me too! I'm moving because my acting company relocated"

"oh my gosh this is so cool!" she screamed, causing us to be greeted with evil glares. Same old English people.

We talked most of the journey, getting to know our selves better. We even planned to stay together in an apartment. Well that escalated quickly... We obviously didn't listen when our parents said 'Don't Trust Strangers.'

It just felt right, I felt like I had known Rach for years when it had really only been about 6 hours. We had 4-5 hours to go so we both decided to catch a snooze before we landed at our dream location.

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"Excuse me," I heard in my dream "Ladies..?" I ignored it until a male voice yelled "Excuse me ladies we have landed." Rae and I both lifted our heads simultaneously at the sound of his raised voice. We looked up and a man in his early 30s greeted us. "Welcome to Los Angeles." he said with a grin.

And then it hit me. I. WAS. IN. LA.

We both looked at each other and screamed like teenage fangirls at a Justin Bieber concert, possibly even louder. We were in our dream country and we couldn't wait.

We swiftly got all our luggage on the moving machine thingy and pulled to where taxi men were waiting.

"Victoria Rowland!" shouted a voice. "Rachael Azelea!" screamed another voice. We both spun in the direction of our names. We then saw two men with our names written on a white card looking around. Coincidentally they were both standing next to each other, we both looked at each other and screamed. Honestly we could be such pains. The men instantly brought their gaze to us and we both went to our men.

"Hello Victoria, we are glad to have you in our country, the company has been waiting." he said with a big grin.

"Why thank you sir, i'm glad to be here. This is my friend Rachael. Can we ride together?" I asked with my best puppy face impression.

"Thatt's already sorted. Miss Azelea got an offer to work as a dancer for us at Live Big. You will be staying together too, I hope that's okay?"

"okay?! THAT'S AMAZING YAAS." I screamed causing Rae to scream with me. "I can't wait! we are going to be roommates!" she squealed.

We walked together arm in arm while our chauffeurs pulled our bags. We got out of the airport and were hit with LA heat.

"Daammn. It's hot up in here!" Rachael yelled, trying to imitate an American. I curled over in fits of laughter as she began to fan herself with her hand. We continued walking and both of us saw the 'LAX' sign. We looked at each other as we communicated telepathically and at the same time we screamed.

"I HOPPED OUT THE PLANE AT LAX WITH THE DREAM AND MY CARDIGAN!" Everyone started staring at us with amused faces obviously figuring out that we were foreigners. We both erupted in laughter not being able to control ourselves. I laughed even more at our cheesiness because the LAX sign was right in front of us.

"Pfft. Girls" my chauffeur said to the other. "Yep" he said, popping the 'p'. "This is gonna be a long journey."

"LA WE ARE COMING FOR YOU." I shout, high fiving Rae. "THIS IS GOING TO BE THE BEST EXPERIENCE EVER." she added at the top of her voice.

I couldn't wait to start exploring LA and I had only been here for about 20 minutes. Well you can call me an eager beaver.

The sun hit our pale faces and I could already feel my face burning, 'well that's what I get for living in England.' I thought to myself.