( You had just arrived in England, ready to greet new friends and the distant family. )
Walking up the sidewalk, there'd be a small ice patch you hadn't noticed. It only being thirty-one degrees when you got there, and at the moment you don't even know how cold it is. You know for a fact its getting colder, because that black hoodie of yours isnt cuttin' it. Still looking at the ground, not being wary of the ice patch, you slip, but somehow don't? " Watch out, kiddo. " You heard a voice behind you say, in a british accent, " Uhm.. " You say uncomfortably.You look back to see a man with is hair in spikes, though there is extra hair at the bottom. You immediately think to yourself, " That's gotta be gelled.. ". The man looks at you awkwardly and moves you back to your feet, " So, are you new here? You already don't seem to know your way around. " The man would say calmy, " Uhm, I moved here... Uhm.. Maybe a day or two ago? I don't have the best memory... " You say to him. " Anyway.. Uh.. I'm (y/n)... " You'd say to him again, " Well, I'm Tom, nice to meetcha. " He'd say back, slightly smiling. All of the sudden your heart skips a beat. Have you fallen in love already?
