Real

T W O

Suppose - Secondhand Serenade

Always - Blink 182

                              The evening I had spent yesterday wasn't as bad or horrific as I'd planned it out in my head to be. I thought that everything would be shit, total and utter crap, if you much rather please. Everything that was thought out to be boring and just one large blob of tiresome hours was not how anything turned out.

I strangely enjoyed exploring Elizabeth's or Beth's (as she insisted I call her) large, mesmerising mansion. Obviously the first thing I did when I arrived at her home was ask for my bedroom because honestly jet lag has always been a real bitch for me. I was told I slept a good amount of hours that apparently led me to my 2nd day in London. But thankfully when my needs were fulfilled I had plenty of time on my hands to occupy myself with other activities.

My 2nd day was spent in what I considered lazy clothing, which consisted of my simple panties and a large black and red flannel that reached midthigh with some warm, fuzzy, black socks. By then I had already unpacked and shoved the 4 suitcases in the back of the walk in closet my new bedroom provided. My posters and other personal touches had been added to the room as well and thankfully I had received a bedroom with a balcony because that was something I just needed to have.

I had visited almost every room in the household excluding a few bedrooms and such. My two feet had taken me from the pool (which I kind of didn't understand why they even obtained considering it was freezing here) to the indoor pool and Jacuzzi which were more to my liking. I'd visited places like the grand library with the most amazing book collection ever and the garage that contained the largest amount of classical cars that I'd laid eyes on.

By the time I had finished giving myself a tour of the placed I'd be living in for the next 6 months I decided I would soon have to go out and find a job, maybe ask Beth if I would be able to borrow one of those cars and actually find my way around the area. Cause I mean I would soon be starting school around here and I'd have to make friends and such, so for now I just wanted to settle myself in completely before I met anyone besides Lucas Whitefield who I would have to call soon.

It had been quite a few hours since Beth had left for work, looking as professional as when I first met her and Alice who had been picked up by some squealing teenage girls and told me she wouldn't be back until later, not that I could care less.

Me being the fat ass that I am obviously had to eat so I decided on some pancakes, Beth thankfully having the kitchen stocked with food, and placed myself in the large living room turning on the large television. After what seemed like hours I finally found which channel contained Teen Wolf and began stuffing myself with the delicious meal I had prepared.

About an hour later I had already finished my breakfast, I was sat on the couch in a sobbing mess from how emotional the show made me with piles of tissues surrounding me.

Allison's last words telling Scott how much she loved him, how she had always loved him and I honestly felt the pain that Isaac did at the moment. When Allison was finally gone, when everyone was in pain from her death I let out a chocked sob and furiously wiped at my eyes attempting to stop the tears from falling which eventually did and left me as a puffy mess.

As Isaac and Allison's father spoke I was interrupted by a ringing sound coming from the door. I stood up and made my way over to the door to find a jet black haired male wearing a plain white shirt with a jean jacket and black jeans paired with some Doc Martens and black shades covering his eyes. He had a cigarette propped between his lips holding them quite tightly as he watched me rub my eyes in attempt to make them seem less red which only worsened as it didn't quite work in my favor.