Hey my noodles! So I'm starting a new story. Its for my friend Riana. I wasn't going to post this for a while but shes.... persistent. :/ So here we are. This is a Dan Howell fan-fiction! I hope you like it so here's the prologue...
-Riana-
All around me there where people rushing along going to catch their planes with their luggage off to their homes or vacation or wherever these people do with their lives. Who cares. It was so loud. I hate airports. There where to many people, They where confusing as fuck, and usually you have to walk really far to get to your gate. And walking is so not my favorite thing to do.
Right now I was in the San Francisco airport looking for gate 13- The next flight to London. Why am I going to London you ask? Well because I got into Manchester university. My term starts in a month so I'm moving in with my brother, Chris.
Chris is one of the best big brothers ever. I don't know why people always assume we aren't close because he lives in England. Where crazy about each other. Hes one of my best friends. Sure we pick on each other from time to time, But nothing to extreme.
Someone bumped into me interrupting my reminiscing of me and my brother.
Prick.
I kept on walking till finally I found my gate. I boarded my plane and plugged in my headphones dreading the long uncomfortable flight that awaits me.
-Hours later-
I woke up to a flight attendant poking me. “Excuse me miss. The plane has landed, Its time to exit the plane.” she said kindly.
I smiled at her and grabbed my carry on, exiting the plane. As soon as I walked out I caught sight of my brother waving his arms franticly. I squealed and ran to him. His arms engulfed me into a tight hug. I missed him.
“I'm so happy to see you” I sighed. My face buried into his chest.
He chuckled. “I missed you too.” he let go of me.
“ So tonight we should do something” he said excitedly. Obviously he had something planned. I decided to play along.
“Okay sounds good” I said with enthusiasm. He ruffled my curly hair and grinned.
“Great.”
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The next couple of hours where spent unpacking all my stuff into my room. It was a fairly nice apartment for a boy in university. Dark hardwood blue walls black suede couches. Nice kitchen. Plasma screen TV... My room was amazing. It had green walls, A white bed set with floral patterns, And even one of those window thing where you can sit on. I loved it.
After I was settled Chris took me out. We saw Fun Size (despite Chris's many protests) and it was adorable. I even caught Chris wipe his eyes a little at the sad parts. Then we ate at hole in the wall restaurant That's name I cant remember. It was delicious.
Soon me and Chris where walking sown the dark streets of London happily chatting away about the time away from each other. when we loud heard noises.
“Shit!” Chris cursed abruptly. “I forgot! There's a festival today! Jus-” He was cut off by a mob of people separating us.
“Chris!” I called desperate to be reunited with my brother. I was terrified. There where people every where. This was madness! After almost being trampled for the fifth time I was shoved into an alleyway that led to a shopping center. I ran to the semi-busy shopping center and made a plan to call Chris on his cell.
I walked in a cool looking place deciding they probably had a phone I could use. The sign read 'Afflecks Palace' There was an older looking man behind the counter reading the paper. I think it would be rude if I asked to use the phone without buying something. Plus I was a little thirsty and was craving chocolate. I walked down the aisles looking at all the Americana food and comics. I liked this place. I grabbed a bottle of juice and went looking for chocolate. I found a pack of something called Malteasers. I was about to reach for them when someone beat me to it.
“Excuse me sir!” I said not looking at him. “I was about to buy those!” I cried finally looking up the man.
Holy crap.
I cant breath.
Cliffhanger? Idk. I made this chapter super lame(as you can see) and super short just for Riana's benefit. :) Silly girl. Thinking I would do a nice thing without adding a little mean. Lulz. Anywhore. What did you think? Its only the prologue so.... Tell me how you would describe your P.E teachers in one word.
