London Is Falling (Camren)

new beginnings

Lauren POV

I've never been so grateful to be breathing in crisp, cold air as I am right now after being stuck on that airplane for what felt like an eternity. I love London. I mean, I've never actually been here but it's the one place I've always dreamed about moving to. There's just this like, romantic and elegant feel to it. I'm almost too enthusiastically excited to explore the city that I have been contemplating hauling my luggage around with me all day to see the landmarks. In the end I figure it'll be best to check out my new room and settle in, considering I have all the time in the world to explore London. I still can't believe I live here now.

I manage to get myself a cab from the airport and make my way to my new home. We pull up outside this beautiful stereotypical British building and I pay the driver in what feels like Monopoly money to me right now. Dragging my suitcase up four long flights of stairs was a pain in my ass but this apartment is worth the aching arms. The interior is incredible, so minimalistic but homely. I gave my best, friendly "helloooo" when I walked in but I assume I'm alone when there's no response. I take this time to familiarise myself with the place and head back out to see the city, I convinced myself to unpack later. On my way out, I notice a couple of boxes that I completey missed before, they must be for one of my new roommates. I bring them into the communal living room and suppose this may be a good head start to them not hating me. That's my one fear of having roommates, that and them eating my food. That would unleash the inner Ross Geller; thanksgiving sandwhich beast in me.

Camila POV

I had to do a few things before I could settle into London life. 1. Back in Miami, I changed my Dollars into Euros instead of Pounds like an idiot. 2. I need universal plugs. 3. I forgot my toothbrush. I could have done all of this in the airport but it was so overpriced, so I ended up in a little supermarket somewhere on the cab ride to my new home where I ended up with four bags of complete uneseccary items. There's a lot of different candies here though and I have made it my mission to try them all.

I finally get to the stunning apartments where I will be living and I am grateful to see an elevator, considering I'm carrying my weight in grocery bags and luggage. My boxes are already here that my mom and dad shipped. I bring them to my new room and start unpacking, putting up photos of my family and adding other little homely touches. After a while I hear a key in the door and I freeze. I'm so nervous to be moving in with people I don't even know. I'm like waaaay out of my comfort zone but how will you ever overcome your fears without facing them head on?

I practice my best polite face in the mirror for a quick second, before making my way out of my room and into the living area. I cringe at my initial thought of "Damn, baby got back." She turns around and my face is still all crinkled up and flustered from my thoughts. Then it falls suddenly as realisation sets in.

"Um, are you following me? What the hell are you doing here?"