Perfectly Imperfect

Chapter 1: The Arrival in London

"Hey! Wait!" I hit the bunk of the cab and chased it but guess what? It just belched its dirty smoke at me and ran off. I cursed out as I shivered at the coldness surrounding me.

Well, I'm never good at hailing cabs. Mostly I'd just get smoke. And rejection. This was never my talent. The truth is I am afraid to go up to people and ask them questions.

"What the fuck?!" I screamed annoyingly, earning peculiar looks from the people walking past me. "Urgh! Stupid cab!" I sighed as I brought out my phone and called my cousin.

"Hiyaaa! What's up cous?" He asked.

"Hey! Will you please just pick me up here? It's getting colder and the cabs here don't even give a shit!" I said.

"Whoa whoa! Calm down! Okay, I'll just pick you up. Where are you anyway?" He asked.

"Still here at the fucking airport," I said.

"Jeeez, okay, be there in a few minutes," he said. Then I hung up and sat on the seats outside.

Oops, sorry. How rude of me to not introduce myself first. Okay, my name is Ally Penelope Grace Williams. Such a long name isn't it? But I prefer people call me Penny. I have just landed on London, from New York. I'm here to have a vacation and to celebrate my birthday because James suggested that I should do it here. I'm currently 17 of age. Uhm... oh and James? McVey, The Vamps member, is my cousin, the one I rang up earlier.

Shit, it's getting late. Where is he?

After what seemed like an hour, James finally arrived. He tried to search for me so I waved my hands at him and he saw me. He evilly smirked at me but I just walked past him. "Don't give me that look James."

"What?" He chortled.

I opened the bunk and put in my luggages. I entered the car and sat on the passenger's seat. He shortly followed and started the car.

"What's your problem Penny?" He chuckled.

"Sorry, I'm tired. Just get on with it."

Throughout the ride I was just wandering and looking out the window, whilst James was wasting his chunk of saliva telling me something I can't completely understand.

"Hey Pen, you excited to meet Connor?" He nudged me in the side. He knew I fancied Connor, just a bit. It's like a big deal for James here, but for me it's just nothing. I just like him. That's it. Ever since he learned my little secret, he won't stop teasing me. But the good news is he doesn't tell or tease Connor, because that would be totally embarrassing. Sure, James is worth the trust.

"Who? C-Connor? Me? Nah." I said, and with that I blushed instantly so I turned my body against James to hide it.

"You're blushing!" He laughed. I felt my cheeks heat up more.

"I am not!" I lied. Maybe I already looked like a tomato. Glob. That's one of the reasons I hate myself. Too much blushing.

He spun my body around to face him and laughed even harder like there's no tomorrow.

"So you are excited!" He said.

"No I am not!" I lied again.

Finally a few minutes later, he stopped laughing. "Anyways, your room is open and all spic-and-span." He smiled.

"Thanks James." I just smiled.

The car came to a hault and James grabbed my suitcases for me and brought it to my room upstairs.

"Thanks again cous," I thanked him as he dropped it beside my door. I opened it and well, would you look at that, it is clean. "Finally!" I sighed. I opened my suitcase and changed into my pjs. I opened my lamp and dozed off.

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My eyes fluttered open and I looked at the time.

3.30 a.m.

"Fucking jetlag. Ughhh" I groaned. I pulled myself out of bed, wore a robe, snatched my phone, and went downstairs to get something to drink.

I drank a glass of water halfway through and decided to scroll down my twitter feed, and tweeted:

@PennyWilliams can't. sleep. jetlag. i. hate. this. ughhh

I sent it off and after I guess half an hour, I felt my eyes drop sooner every second. I didn't mind it though. Unfortunately soon came the time that it is really getting heavier, but being the lazy Penelope I am, I don't have anymore energy to bring myself up so I just laid down my arm and head on the counter. The next thing I knew was that I fell asleep. On the counter. In the kitchen.

I guess sleeping on the kitchen counter wouldn't cause any trouble, does it?