{Joe}
Stepping into the shower, I replay the events of yesterday over and over in my head. In particular yesterday night. Whoever had managed to sneak alcohol into the party had been an absolute genius, although my head wasn't exactly thinking the same thing. This hangover I can take, though, as the alcohol causing it meant that last night I had actually had the courage to talk to Dianne. Which, obviously, was amazing.
After turning the shower off, I wrap a towel round my waist and walk straight over to my phone. 7:58. We all need to be ready and downstairs by 10, and we need to have eaten by then. Glancing around my room, I realise that packing might take a lot longer than I had originally thought, as everything that I've brought with me is scattered across the entire room. So I grab some clothes and quickly change, before returning to the bathroom to actually sort my hair out. For once.
Finally, half an hour later, my case is packed and so is most of my hand luggage. Who knows which part of France I'll be going to today, or who I'll be staying with, so everything is packed as it was when I first arrived. Assuming I haven't lost anything. I silently take my laptop out of my bag as well as my camera, transferring the memory card into the laptop. Over the last few days I've filmed the odd bits and bobs, so I decide to compile them all into one video, as a way of explaining where I am and what I'm doing. As well as the random clips I have already, I set a camera up on the desk, careful not to get the bed in the shot. Then I sit down and explain to the camera where I am, why I'm here and what I'm doing. Part of the reason I love doing YouTube is the ability to show what you want, share your life with other people, however that's also the downfall of it. People always want more than what you're willing to give. After editing the footage I've just filmed I upload it to YouTube, scheduling it to be released at the usual time. 6pm UK time.
When all that's done, I put everything away again and walk over to the coffee machine in the corner of the room. Right now I want nothing more. Well, I think as I glance at the bed, there is one thing that I want more. Turning back around I slip the coffee pod into the machine. When it's done I take it to go and sit on the sofa next to the window, taking care to not make too much noise.
As I turn around, the corners of my mouth tug up into a smile. The lump in the bed stops wriggling as she sits up, red hair already tied up in a messy bun. Messy, but gorgeous.
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Wherever You Will Go
Fanfiction[DISCONTINUED] Dianne, 16 years old and a budding dancer, and Joe, 16 and a rising internet star, are both willing to take time out of their busy lives and put everything on hold. All for the opportunity of a lifetime. 6 months in the South of Franc...
