Taking chances(Charlie Gillespie fanfic)**ON HOLD**

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I feel like I just fell asleep when I hear a knock on my door. I didn't answer because I knew it was Owen so I just waited til he entered.

"Wakey wakey Shell! We gotta leave in an hour so get dressed." Owen says to me. Ugh I mumble

"Well then get our so I can get dressed." I say annoyed to Owen. I am not a morning person so it takes me a good minute to roll out of bed. I go to my bathroom and take a quick shower and do the bare minimum of make up.

"OWENNN!" I yell from the top of the stairs

"CAN YOU HELP ME WITH MY SUITCASES THEYRE HEAVY AS FUCK." I Yell again at him

"Yeah I got you little sis." He says while coming up the stairs to help me with my suitcases.

"Jesus Crist Shell what do you have in here dead bodies?" He says struggling to get one of my suitcases down stairs . He somehow gets all the suitcases downstairs after a little bit of struggling. Owens manager pulls up with his car and helps us get all our luggage in the car and we got in and headed to the airport.

"Aren't you excited to be going to Canada?" Owen asks me in the car

"Yeah I am. I just wish I had some coffee or something to wake up a little bit." I say half asleep.

"One step ahead of you. Were stopping by starbucks on our way to airport. Did you think I forgot that you're not a morning person? I've known you for 19 years Shell." Owen says. That makes me smile a little bit knowing that at he cares enough to get me my caffeine before I bite someone's head off.

I get my normal order a iced caramel macchiato with extra caramel. Once I took a sip and instantly was in a better mood. I swear I live off of Starbucks. I take a few more sips and I'm awake enough to be a functional human being. Before I know it were at the airport. I started getting butterflies in my stomach because I HATE flying. So much so that I need to be medicated in order to get through this flight. My dr prescribed me something for my anxiety. Enough to last me the whole time in Canada since I'll be there for a while. It's gonna be weird not going to see my therapists like I used to, but luckily I have all the tools to calm myself when I have panic attacks for the most part, but sometimes it's just a little too hard.

When I was 16 I was diagnosed with General Anxiety Disorder. That was also the year we started the vlogging channel and it just got worse. To the point were I got medicated. I don't like to take it though unless I have to though and I don't like talking about it much either I don't want people to feel bad for me. The only people that truly know are my family.

After going through TSA and went to our terminal we got stopped a few times since they realized Owen from his Nickelodeon show. While he was signing autographs I was waiting for our flight to be called so we could board the plane. Owen caught up with me a few minutes later, but he didn't get a chance to sit down. Our flight was ready to be boarded so we gave the flight attendant our ticket and passport to check then we headed on inside the plane. Owens manager hooked us up and got us first class seats. I've only flew a few times but never first class so this was nice. I took out my camera real quick to flim a quick travel vlog intro while on the plane and pointed the camera over to Owen real quick to show that he was with me before I put it away and took my meds and tried to relax before we took off.

I don't know how much time went by. I just remember falling asleep on Owens shoulder and felt him nudging me awake.

"Were here Shell! We've officially made it to Canada!" Owen says a little too excitedly for me.

I slowly open my eyes and yawn before even processing what Owen said. Once I did start to realize what he said I was a little nervous, but mostly excited. Once we got off the plane and into the airport. I take out my camera.

"Hey guys I finally made it to Canada!" I turn my camera around to show everyone the airport cause it definitely looks different than American airports and where were Canadian flags everywhere. After taking some footage of the airport and walking around. Owen and I went to luggage claim to get our bags. Once we got our bags we met up with someone Owen knew from his new upcoming project. We get into the car and the person drive us to our new apartment.

When we got to the apartment complex it looked more like a huge hotel building. They sure do, do things differently here than the US. We get our luggage and put it on a luggage cart. Good thing cause it would have been a bitch to try and carry them to the apartment. I mean it has an elevator but its still a little bit of a hike to me to carry all of those.

Finally we got the keys and reached our apartment number. Owen opens the door and realized that no one's been here yet so I guess our new roommate hasn't arrived yet.

"I call dibs on the biggest room!" I declare while searching for the biggest bed room.

"Uhm what makes you think you deserve the biggest room?" Owen said to me with his eyebrows furrowed.

"Because I'm the only girl in this apartment and I'm going to need all the space I can get for my clothes plus the master bedroom comes with its own bathroom so I won't have to fight you guys for when I want to take a shower.

"valid point. Fine you can get the master bedroom I'll look for another room." Owen says defeatedly.

I put all the stuff in the room and blop myself down on the bed. I can't believe I'm in Canada. Talk about culture shock I'm already amazed about how different everything is. I never got the chance to go outside the country til now.

I hear the front door open so I get off my bed to see if it was Owen getting something that maybe he forgot. When I walked down the hallway I saw someone who clearly wasn't my brother. Owen came out of his room to see who was coming in from the front door as well. Owen was the first one to greet himself.

"Hey I'm Owen one of your roommates." He says while holding out his hand for the other guy to shake it.

I finally saw the new guy. Oh. My. God. Was he cute. He was very muscular, had the prettiest eyes I've ever seen and I could quickly tell by the way he talked he wasn't an American. I finally got the courage to introduce myself

"Hey I'm Michelle, Owens sister."

"Hey, how you doin' my names Charlie."

Oh sweet Jesus. Yup this boy is going to be trouble for me.