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

Your Mum

It's a two story white house with large windows. The window frames are black. In the front, are stairs going onto a porch with white railings and columns. The columns are elegant yet, some how childish. Like a child has designed it. It fits Alfie's personality quiet well. Like the window frames, the front door is black with a gold mail slot that matches the columns design. To the right of the door is a small black doorbell. This is definitely not a house that I would think Alfie would live in. I imagined a colorful house with reds, blues and greens. But no, he has a house of a gentleman. A proper English gentleman. Which is definitely not Alfie judging by his videos.

Before we even get to the doorbell, Zoe comes running through the door, squealing, and throws her arms around Tyler. She hugs Troye, equally as excited to see him as she is to see Tyler.

"You must be Jo. Nice to meet you." She says. Her arms go to wrap around my neck. Instinctively, I outstretch my arms to wrap under her arms to preform a friendly hug. She has always seemed to be a friendly person like that. Judging by her videos, since i haven't talked to her in person, she seems like a person that gets along with everybody. She has that sunny personality that's always positive and willing to try new things. I envy her really. Like me, she too has anxiety. She has it worse in my opinion. I can try new things without attacks. Or things that may be scary for most. But her, she can't do that. She gets attacks so easily; again judging by what she says in videos. How for the longest time, she wouldn't do anything she thought would give her an attack. But then she realized how short and precious life is and she started to say yes to things. I envy her will power, her courage and her strength to overcome her fears.

"Shall we go inside?" Alfie asks motioning with his hands to the slightly ajar door. We nod and enter the nice house. The inside is much more 'Alfie'. Pops of color everywhere. Those that match and don't. Patterns and textures; not a single dull area. And this is just the hallway. Dispute this being a very nice home, it's also very old and there are separate rooms not one giant living area. As you walk in, there is one hallway that goes all the way to the kitchen. A staircase goes up to the second floor on the left and through a small doorway on the right is the living room. A large doorway then leads from the living room to the dinning room. A large table sits director under a hanging light. the table sits eight people- one on each end and three and each side. A small doorway- about the size as the one from the main hallway to the living room- goes into the kitchen that's separated into two sections. One section is the cooking area. All the appliances are updated and nice. The second part is a small black table that fits four. Two on either side. Another large doorway opens to the hallway, making it one large square.

We all sit in the living room of the house. A large fireplace sits on a long wall, warming the air around. The days are getting colder and the holiday season is growing closer. In just a under two weeks its going to be Thanksgiving. Me and Tyler are going to be in England still but that doesn't matter. We can celebrate here. Even though British people don't. Maybe instead of Turkey we can have pizza. We'll still have the cranberry sauce because that's the best part.

"How about some tea? I hope Earl Grey is okay, 'cus thats all we have." Zoe says standing up. She is wearing a cute little long sleeve pink dress with black flowers and black tights. Her hair is in a messy bun and she's wearing no makeup. She is very beautiful. I stand up almost immediately.
"Let me help you." She tries to reject but I remain stubborn. We go into the kitchen and she puts the kettle on high. Next we take out five mugs. One is has a print of the Beatles album 'Abbey's Road', one is pink with a black mustache at the rim so it looks like you have a mustache when you put it to your lips, another is plain black, one plain white and the last has in big black letters 'Your Mum'. The fact that it is spelt mum and not mom makes me laugh.