I am the Drummer's girl.... Final and completed

Do you mind if I join you? FINAL VERSION

I felt extremely nervous the following day. This would be the first day of a new beginning, a new life, a new home... I felt very exited about moving to London, but my exitement was short-lived.

In spite of taking my prescribed meds, I had been throwing up for almost the entire boat journey. I felt absolutely miserable, and couldn't even hold down a sip of water. What a nightmare! "I must remind myself to become very rich so I can take an airplane next time" I thought to myself, while holding back my own hair. I felt horrible. At least I had the opportunity to wash my face and brush my teeth before getting off the boat, but I sure did look and feel like death warmed up. I was grateful that at least I didn't have to return soon. 

After another miserable hour long train journey, I finally arrived at London Liverpool St. Station, where I got off. I still felt a bit nauseous, but I was so exited, I was in London! My new life here was about to begin, and I had never felt more happier. Well, apart from the sick feeling in my stomach, of course. And the blinding headache. But otherwise, I was fine!

As I left the train station, I felt what an unusual nice and sunny day it actually was (and it was only May, mind you!), and I let out a small chuckle. "It's always raining in the UK" I whispered to myself with a huge smile plastered on my face. I put on my sunglasses to hide my dark undereyes ( and to help me cope with that horrible headache) and I continued my journey.

I had found myself a  cheap youth hostel to stay in for the first couple of days. I know, not much, but I was on a very tight budget and I knew basically nothing and no one in London. So I opted for the cheapest solution I could possibly find. From there, I would start looking for a suitable room or flat, and of course a job! My classes wouldn't start before autumn, so that gave me enough time to try and get myself sorted. 

As I was walking around without a clue, I was getting more and more sweaty and annoyed with myself though, dragging my heavy suitcase and duffelbag behind me, because 1.) I couldn't find which way I should go, 2.) I was getting hungry and I needed some coffee - and quick 3.) I seriously regretted wearing my thick sweater. Before I could explode with rage and I would kick the first Englishman that would even look at me, I sighed, stepped aside for a second, and took off my sweater, a t-shirt was a much better option in this beautiful weather. A spritz of deodorant gave me a refreshing feeling and smell, or so I was hoping. I instantly felt a bit better. I decided to ask a friendly looking older lady where to go for my youth hostel, and as it turned out, I needed another short journey by bus in order to get there. Grand, more travelling. I groaned.

When I finally got off the bus (packed with school children of course, just my luck) I was beyond annoyed. I had to remind myself constantly that I was in London, what a beautiful day it was, and happy thoughts.... But to be honest, I was just tired, sweaty and miserable. I wanted to sleep, eat and shower, and I didn't even know in what order at that point. 

To make matters worse, I could not check into my room just yet. I was about to throw a tantrum right there en then,  when I saw this tiny little pub just around the corner of my hostel. It was very well hidden and looked quite dark, but I could also see a waitress standing in the door opening, so I decided to see if I could at least have a cup of coffee there.

From the amount of cigarette buds on the floor at the entrance, and the fact that the waitress was smoking, I assumed she wasn't really busy. "Hiya, can I get a cup of coffee? .... And maybe something to eat as well?" She looked at me with a disapproving look, sighed and said "Sure love, why don't you go sit outside, it's lovely innit" And so I did. I decided to go for a grilled cheese sandwich (Always a safe option). But when my order arrived, I instantly regretted it. My coffee was nothing but a questionable, brown liquid, and my cheese sandwich looked... well, pathetic. For a second I thought about the food poisoning I was most definitely going to get from this, but I was extremely hungry, and after all I had survived my mother's cooking disasters (she's probably the worst cook ever, trust me on that), so I went for it. The sandwich tasted surprisingly good however. The coffee... well, not so much. With my first sip, I had to remind myself not to gag. What the hell was this even? "Errrmm, could I get a glass of water please? " I asked the waitress, who was back in her spot, smoking again. She rolled her eyes, clearly disturbed. "Sure love, anything else?" "No thank you" I half-whispered. I would not DARE to ask for anything else.... I would be out of this place as soon as I finished my sandwich and coffee. Oh, and as soon as I was able to check into my room. Which would be in two hours. I sighed. That's a long time if you don't have anything to see, or do. I could feel myself getting irritated and agitated again. I made a mental note to get myself some groceries once I got myself checked in, because I was most definitely NOT going back to this place for tea! 

Not a lot of people were walking past in this quiet street, and soon I was getting fed up with everything. There wasn't much conversation to be expected from this waitress, that's for sure, so I took out my book, and started to read, putting on my sunglasses again and my "leave me the fuck alone" face. 

I kinda lost track of time. I had finished my sandwich, my coffee and was even brave enough to ask for a refill (God knows why! I probably felt guilty for sitting there for so long without ordering anything) but I was enjoying my book, my time alone in the sun (I could already feel my face burn so I probably would look like a lobster tomorrow, thank you fair skin and gingerblonde hair!) and the fact that soon I could check into my room. I was lost in my thoughts and book, when suddenly:

"Do you mind if I join you?"

I heard his voice coming out of nowhere, and from a distance. I got so distracted reading my book, that I hadn't noticed someone standing next to me. My first reaction was to simply say "Go away", without looking up from my book. Whoever this bloke was, I wasn't interested. I was hot, tired and not in the best mood. Not.Today. Just fuck off. 

So he would simply have to find himself his own table to sit at. After all, there were enough places to be seated for half the UK, so why did he want to sit next to me? Creep. But I decided to look up and tell him exactly that. And to leave me the fuck alone. Or something like that. I just wanted to know who was cheeky enough to just ask if he could join me. Or brave enough to drink coffee here. Maybe I should warn him. Even though he's a creep. 

With an angry expression on my face I looked up, only to find myself looking into the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. And I swear, my mouth fell open just there and then.