All About Us (danisnotonfire)

Chapter 1

.:/EXTERMINATE\:.

I woke to the obnoxious sound of my Dalek alarm clock screaming, "EXTERMINATE," and the smell of something burning. Jumping out of bed and finding my tortoise shell glasses lightning quick, I was out of my room and into the kitchen within seconds.

"What did I do wrong?" Liz shouted at the spatula she was holding. I laughed at the bizarre scene in from of me. There was my room mate, clad in chef hat and apron, attempting to make waffles. And there was a pancake, on the ceiling.

But my laughter was cut short when I noticed a small fire dancing on he waffle iron, and I guess the smoke alarm chose to acknowledge it then too. The sound of the fire alarm and EXTERMINATE caused for a headache, so I grabbed the baking soda and put it on the small grease fire.

"I just wanted to make breakfast, Electra," Liz pleaded innocently. I gave her a mock chastising look and she laughed. "I couldn't chose between pancakes and waffles so I wanted to make both!"

"Well let's just leave the cooking to me, Liz," I said. She nodded her head vigorously and gestured for me to take her spot.

I walked over and finished making pancakes for her. "Phew, being chef is hard work!" Liz exclaimed. I looked at her and rolled my eyes.

Making two plates of pancakes and cut up fruit, I asked her to turn off my alarm clock for me. She skipped to my room down the hallway and back quickly.

"Bon appetite!" And we dug in at the breakfast bar connected to the kitchen. I still couldn't believe I was here, in London! My best friend Liz and I had gone to the same high school and were spending our gap year together across seas. After that, well, we were going to different colleges.

"So what are we going to do our first day in the city?" I asked excitedly. Liz gave me a look and scoffed.

"I don't know about you," she said, "but I'm sleeping. I'm so tired!" With that, she yawned and added, "But I might not be if you went out and got coffee." With that devious smile, she tried to ninja roll down the hallway to her room.

"Fine," I called after her retreating blonde ponytail, "but you have to clean up this mess!" I heard a grunt that I thought to signify a yes and padded into my room to get ready.

Bundling into skinny jeans, an orange sweater, and small boots, I put in contacts and tried to fix my wavy hair somewhat. Giving up, I put a peacoat on top and left with my keys and wallet in my pockets.

Down at the lobby, I asked someone coming in if they knew where a nearby cafe was. Getting directions from the helpful man, I set out into the frigid London air that instantaneously made my nose pink. I felt out of place with my tanned skin and short height in the crowd, and hurried along.

The sound of Rue's whistle from the Hunger Games caused me to check my phone.

Please get me a mocha!! - Liz

I kept walking but stopped every now and then to watch the throng of people move fast on the sidewalks. By the time I got to my destination, my nose was probably red and my face was cold. The warmth inside was reassuring and nice.

I walked up to the register and asked for one mocha and one hot chocolate. I didn't feel up for caffeine today.

"What's your name?" The girl asked me.

"Electra, thank you." I handed over the money and was about to leave when she started to talk again.

"Do you mind me asking where you're from? It's just that you have an American accent," she smiled at me curiously. I became very conscious of just that but answered, feeling like a particularly interesting exhibit at a zoo more than a customer.

"I'm from Portland, Oregon." I smiled hesitantly. She nodded her head and commented about how she wanted to go there one day, along with New York. Of course New York, everyone wanted to go there. She asked me where I was staying and I mentioned the nearby hotel before sitting down.

As I waited, two boys came bustling into the place all askew. Both of their hair was mussed around and they were tall. Like six foot something tall. As they ordered and sat down at a table nearby, I listened into their conversation.

"I think I'm going to edit the rest of my video today," the taller one said.

"Nice, I'm going to the park with PJ," the other said, and wow those were some pretty blue eyes.

"Send him my love," one teased. I laughed a little, but tried to be discrete.

"Electra?" Someone called out from behind the counter. I went up and felt the two guys stare at me. Probably because of my name.

As I walked past, I tried to stand up tall, considering that me at my tallest was five foot, maybe five foot one. Wow that's depressing if you think about it. Which I try not to. But that tall one, he had adorable puppy dog eyes. Hmm, he was actually kind of cute.

"Look at that tiny thing," the tallest said whilst snickering. I brushed it off as I neared the door, used to the comments. Okay not cute.

"Stop it," the blue eyed one tutted. "It's not her fault she's short no more than it's your fault you're tall." I smiled to myself.

"But she's a midget."

And my blood suddenly seemed to be boiling. I don't know what the thing was about that one word. But I'd been called it a few times and it always irked me. And in the past I've done some reacting to the person who had said the aforementioned word.

I was surprised when I found my feet walking back to the two guys at the table. And then even more so when I heard the words, "For your information, you have to have a certain gene to be a legitimate midget. I am simply a shorter person, idiot." I'd said that! I wanted to hide my face and run out but refused to do so with him watching.

Suddenly, out came the contents of my hot chocolate. On to the tall one's head.

"I would say I'm sorry, but that felt good." I confessed. "Have a spectacular day."

Leaving everyone with shocked faces and knowing I probably wouldn't be allowed back again, I made my way back to the door only to be stopped by the one dripping hot chocolate. "What was your name again?"

"I never gave it to you," I told him plainly and left with a sarcastic smile. Drawing my sweater closer around me, I stepped out into the crowd.

But as I bustled with the crowd, he spotted me and rushed after before I got too far away. He quickly called after me, "My name is Dan by the way!"

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A/N: Hey so I think I'm going to stop my other stories until I see fit. I really like the idea of this and am currently hooked on Dan Howell fanfic but wanted to write a decent one myself. :) Thanks and...

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