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

First Time

Make sure to listen to the song on the side! It's 'Snow Song' by Ron Pope and the District. :) Enjoy!

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At ten o'clock at night, we decide to leave Zoe's house. That and the last train to London was leaving in twenty minutes. So we pack up our stuff, hug them goodbye and get in the cab we called ahead. It's much to cold out to walk to the train station. The air is just below freezing but the bitter wind makes it feel as if we are in the Arctic. This is most likely exaggerated since I'm use to the heat of LA. Compared to Britain, LA is hell. But the UK isn't heaven, it's like the parallel universe of hell where instead of the heat, it's freezing. Heaven must be Italy or something.

The entire hour and a half train ride from Brighton to London, I slept. My back against the window, my knees up to my chest, my face against the scratch material of the seat. The train rocking helps to lull me to sleep. Everyone is quiet and the only sound is the soft tapping at a phone screen and the wheels against the track. The lights are dimmed but bright enough to see what you are doing. Despite the conditions, I sleep well. Troye shook my knee to make me wake up from my small nap. People are getting off the train into Victoria Station. Quickly, I stand up, slinging my backpack over my shoulder and walk like a zombie to the door. Not many people have taken this ride and no one is waiting to get on. The station is mostly empty except for those leaving and the few that are boarding other trains. Not many trains are available at night apparently.

We walk sluggishly up to the streets of London, call a cab where we return to the hotel and fall asleep in our separate rooms.

The next morning, I wanted to stay in bed so much, but I remembered the promise I have made. I'm not one to break those promises. Today also marks half way through the trip. We have been here for seven days, we leave in seven days. And in five days is Thanksgiving. A day nobody in the world, other than the US, celebrates. Why we even celebrate it is beyond me but it's the one day other than Christmas that you can eat as much as you want without being judged. It's a glorious event. My favorite part is my moms homemade mash potatoes. Although mom is French and didn't celebrate it before, she became accustomed to the holiday and celebrated it for me. So I would grow up like the rest of the children in school. Speaking of mom, I should probably call her. The clock says it's almost eight in the morning so it should be just about midnight back home. She is usually awake at this time. So I take my phone and call her. Like planed, she picks up after a few rings. It's nice to talk to her after a while but it makes me miss her dearly. I want to see her so badly. We talk for about an hour until she decides to go to bed. During our conversation, Tyler popped his head in, informing me that he and Troye are going to meet up with some friends and seeing if I wanted to come. I shoo him off, not wanting to cut my mom off and hang up. But as the silence envelopes me, I wish I had gone with him.

Deciding there is only one person to resort to, I call him. On the last ring his groggy voice answers. "Hello?" He obviously just woke up from the call but I push that aside. "Hey, Dan. Are you doing anything today?" He grunts a few times. "Jo, what the hell?! It's like nine in the morning! And no I'm not, why?" I smile into the phone and answer him quickly. "I'm coming over in ten. Bye." I hang up the phone before he could protest. I quickly get up from my perch on the bed and go to my open suit case in the corner of the room. What to wear? I don't feel like wearing my usual sweatshirt and leggings. Something more classy but not dressy. After digging around for a moment I find it. My long sleeved collard shirt with a top hat pattern and my black, high waisted skirt. Quickly, I check the temperature for the day. It's meant to be below freezing all day. So I pull out my black leather jacket and tights. Also, I pull out my white knitted mittens and grey beanie hat. I slip on the clothes and tuck the shirt into the skirt. My Uggs find my feet, the hat slips on and my mittens on my hands. This time, I'm going to be prepared for the freezing weather waiting to chill me outside. Despite being prepared, I still take a taxi. It's to cold not to.