The day was finally here... you were moving to the UK.
You looked at your empty room, remembering all the memories you've had here. You then walk through every room in the house. By the time your done walking through the house, your eyes are watery and you have tears streaming down your face. Your dad turns to you and says "don't worry about it, the UK is amazing, you'll love it" you nod and give him a fake smile so he isn't worried, but he saw right though you, he wrapped his arms around you and said "it's alright, things will work out in the end, you'll make plenty of friends." You give him a small smile, and get your last bag before heading to the car. You place your bag down in the car and head back into the house trying to enjoy your last memory in your childhood home before you leave. And just like that your family pulls out of the driveway and head to the airport. You watch your now old house as you turn the street and can't see it anymore.
The ride to the airport was quiet except for you crying and your dad popping in every once in while to say everything will be okay. When you finally arrived at the airport you got on your flight and you made it to the UK. Your family was exhausted from the time change. But eventually you left the airport. You rented a car till you could buy one. You also brought a few bags of of things till everything arrived at the new house. You was excited to see what it would look like, but nervous to see where you'd be living for the next few years. You were about 10 minutes away and your mind was all over the place.
What if I don't fit in?
What if I don't like it here?
Would my parents let me move back to America?
What is school like?
Are people nice? Will they make fun of me?
What will people think of my America accent?
What if I hate it here?
Before you know it your dad says, " We're here!" You look out the window to see your new home. It is more of a basic house, something you expect for the UK, but you also love it. Before you take anything out of the car you and your mom both huddle around the door waiting for your dad to unlock it. When he opens the door you walk inside and see where you will be living for the next few years.
"There are 3 rooms up stairs. One for you, one for your mom and I, and another guest room. You will also be getting your own bathroom.", your dad says before going back out to the car. As you were walking back outside you looked over to the house next to yours and saw a very tall blonde boy around your age walk inside his house. He's probably my new neighbor. You thought to yourself . You bring your first bag inside place it on the floor before walking through the kitchen and living room, looking at everything. You walk up the stairs to pick out which room you wanted since you didn't have any other siblings to share it with. You picked the room that faced the street with a window that peeked into the neighbors house. When you looked out the window you saw the blonde boy from earlier. I guess I'll buy some curtains soon. You place your bag on the floor and look around your new room to see how you want to decorate it.. I cant wait to decorate it the way I want. The house has furniture in it, but it's not the most beautiful decor, so you expected to go shopping soon cause not all your furniture can be shipped to the UK. You walk back down stairs and see your parents talking.
Your dad stops you and says "Y/N, while you were upstairs, the neighbors stopped by and invited over for dinner, so we could get to know them better. Doesn't that sound fun?" You nod your head, "sure, sounds fun" before walking back up to your new room your mom says to you "make sure you wear something a little nicer then shorts and a T-shirt, so we can make a good first impression." You huff and walk up the stairs. You pick out an oversized cyan graphic tee, black mom jeans with rips, and your Air Force 1's to wear to dinner. You go to the bathroom and straighten your hair. As you're walking down stairs your mom yells at you, "I told you to wear something cute" "What do you mean? This is cute. It's casual and cute"
"Whatever, let's get going. They are right next door so we don't have an excuse to be late." You leave the house and walk next door, not as excited as before because your mom ruined your mood with her comment.
Your are on your phone scrolling though Instagram when your mom knocks on the door and you hear "Oh hi! I'm mrs. Simons, come inside." I haven't really talked to anyone but these British accents are strong. Your mom then says, "Thank you so much for having us over." "It's our pleasure...wait one moment" Mrs. Simmons walks over to the stairs and lightly yells "Tommy! We have guests over for dinner, please hurry down stairs!" You hear a loud "Coming mum!" Before a tall, blonde boy with light blue eyes comes walking down the stairs
The boy from earlier
When he gets down stairs you get a good look at him. He is... no way... it can't be...
Tommyinit
An// what do you guys think so far? Also I if their are grammatical errors just try to ignore them I suck at that kinda stuff. I will also try to post 1 part everyday or every other day, and I'll try to keep them all about 1,000 words like this one
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Fiksi Penggemar"It's beautiful. Isn't it?" "Yeah... it is." This is a story about you moving to the UK and meeting a boy named Tommy who is a popular twitch streamer. - Y/N = your name - Y/L/N = your last name - this contains mature language - not smut
