18 hours later:
Amy's pov:
"I'm knackered ugh." I say to myself as I finally lay in my room of the new appartement here in LA.
I look at the window and stare at the Lovely view and weather.
*hmmmmm let me get changed for a stroll*, I think to myself.
I look at myself and get shocked of my own complexion.
*I look like a fucking burnt chicken let me take a shower first*, I think.
45 mins later:
I put my denim vintage mom shorts, wear my black spaghetti strapped crop-top, put on my black dr. Martens, straighten my hair and top it off with some simple mascara and a bold red lip. Voilà~
I head out the door and enjoy the rays of LA sunshine hitting my skin. It felt nice to feel warm without having to wear a bunch of layers making me look a turkey. But hey that's London weather for you, although I do admit it has slightly improved.
I walk through the streets and head to this vintage looking cafe.
I ordered a cold caramel latte.
As I head to the toilets, I accidentally bump into someone.
As I look up I'm intrigued by his charming looks. I get lost in his eyes till I finally snap out of it.
"Ooopppss" I say.
"Are you alright darling?", he asks. I'm taken aback as I hear his Yorkshire accent which I find hugely attractive.
"Uhm, yeah sorry about that, got a bit confused of where to go?", I respond.
" that's alright love, fellow english are you?"he asks.
"Yes" I say a bit plainly. " I can see you are too."
"Spot on" he says."whereabouts?"
"London." I answer slowly.
" I can hear a bit of northern in your accent"I say.
"Yeah I'm from Sheffield." He replies.
He suddenly asks me , " oh, what's your name love?"
"I'm Amy." I respond blankly.
" Amy" he says to himself.
"I'm Alex."
We just stand there looking at each other.
I giggle a bit because of the situation.
" what's with the giggle?", he says with a smirk on his face.
" nothing you need to know of."
I reply a bit playfully.
He just stands there with a smile.
"Well I'll get going" I say .
" see you beautiful." He says back.
Thank god my face was not facing his cause i was blushing like a tomato at that phrase.
I look back before getting out as I find him staring at me with a smirk. I smile back and leave.
Hey guys, whoever is reading I hope you enjoy. This is my first time writing here. There's more to come!!!
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She's Thunderstorms
Romance19 year old English Amy moves to LA with her band. They are signed to the same record label as the Arctic monkeys. Once Alex meets her he finds an appalling energy around her and grows this arousing attraction toward her......
