The Tale Of The Brit And The Bad Boy

Chapter Two

Cherry POV

Two weeks later...

The day we're moving has finally arrived. I'm with my best friend Angie for the last ten minutes before I'm off to the airport, yay life.

You know what, I hate goodbyes. Not the goodbye when you know you're going to see that person again. I mean, the goodbye as in the 'I-might-never-see-you-again goodbye' (if that makes sense).

Now, I'm saying my final goodbye to Angie. She's not too upset as there are others at school she's friends with, it's not like I'm leaving her completely alone. However, the main reason she's a little upset is that this is so sudden.

"Girls, it's time," my mum said after she said goodbye to Angie's parents.

Angie and I looked at each other.

"I'm going to miss you, try and keep contact, I'm always here and you know that"

"I'm going to miss you too" I replied.

"Bye tomato"

"Bye cucumber" we gave each other reassuring smiles before I climbed into the car. Did I mention I'm ignoring my mum? Yep, it's part of the whole 'I'm going to ignore you to prove a point that really isn't worth proving' tantrum. Greg's doing the same except he's only talking to mum when he needs to. He said goodbye to his friends last night so he's fine.

I waved goodbye to Angie and her family until they were out of sight and plugged in my headphones to my phone.

Guess what it picked I Miss You by Blink182. I mean it's a sad song but it's also a nice song that's describing this moment, and it's also a song you can make fun of.

The journey to the airport was about an hour and the only artists that were playing on my phone were: Blink182, The Strokes, Paramore, My Chemical Romance and Shakira (Shakira is and will always be my guilty pleasure- her hips really don't lie). At this point, I was pretty much back into my emo phase.

I looked at Greg, who has been in a-hole mode the entire week. He seemed totally immersed in the trees passing by with the lovely sound of metal blasting from his headphones (don't get me wrong, I love metal music).

Sadly, I know how he feels because we're twins and whenever he's in pain, I'm in pain but when we're both in pain, it causes double the pain.

I've been too busy lost in my own world to realise that we're here. We did set off late, so we couldn't do much waiting around - thank goodness for that, I hate waiting at airports - we just needed to get through security and onto the plane. Not that you guys needed to know any of that.

I got on the plane, claiming the window seat immediately. The plane was empty though, so we kind of just spread ourselves around.

  (Welcome to Cherry's train of thoughts)

I heard we're staying in a huge house, I've seen the picture and quite frankly, I was impressed. The thing is, there is a house next door (totally not cliché). I will bet that I will unintentionally pick the room with a window directly opposite another, and the room across belongs to some heartthrob guy that follows the cliché of the boy next door. I'm kind of just hoping the neighbours turn out to be nice. I really don't want another 'Tanya'.

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I woke up to the sound of the pilot saying, 'we'll be landing in five minutes, please be sure to fasten your belts and prepare for landing'. I put my seatbelt on and looked for my so-called twin brother Greg (when it comes to aeroplanes, safety first. It's not like I have a phobia or anything, it's more along the lines of making up scenarios that can happen).