London Calling, chapter 2
When we got to the airport I was still grinning like I had just smoked 5 pounds of pot. "C'mon girls let's go," my mom said shooing us inside the Orlando Airport. I glanced down at my watch, it read, 9:30. I guess my mom wanted to sleep on the plane.
***
Finally after two hours of security (and after that dude who had to pat me down grabbed my ass) we were on the plane to London and about to take off. And I, of course am about to have a heart attack because I hate flying.
*Mya's POV*
I'm still kind of getting over the fact that my parents split and we're moving to London.Oh well. Oh God, look at my sister, she's about to have a freakin' heart attack. Egh... I looked over at my stupid punk ass sister. Did I mention that her stupid zipper pants set off the alarm thingy so that we had to wait an extra 20 minutes? I mean look how many spikes were on them? Totally gag me with a fucking spoon. AND she's obsessed with Green Day. Which really isn't that bad because Billie Joe is hot. But he's married to that stupid Adrienne Nesser; I refuse to call her Adrienne Armstrong. Oh well screw my sister. I wonder if there are hot guys in England...
*Allison's POV*
OH GOD WERE TAKING OFF! My mom noticed the worried look on my face. "Just close your eyes hun," she said putting her arm around me.
I took her advice and shut my eyes. 'Ummm I think about something else...' I thought to myself. 'Uhhh Tre' Cool!' I sat and thought of Tre' Cool. Woah was he hot or what? I opened my eyes and noticed that we were in the air. "See it wasn't that bad." my mom grinned.
I stuck my tounge out at her. My mom was cool. She liked Green Day and the Sex Pistols like me but she adore all that hippie shit. I'm serious she LOVED hippie crap. Oh well I mean she was a kick-ass mom. I took a glance at my watch once again, it said 11:45. Ooops time to go to beddy bye. I leaned back into the cushy-like seat and closed my eyes. I heard Mya's iPod blasting Eminem. I sighed, it was going to be a long flight.
---Next Day---
"Ally, Ally, Ally get the hell up! We'll be there in 10 minutes," I groaned. I hated waking up to Mya's voice. It was too high pitched. I didn't remember where I was then I looked out at the window next to me. How could I've forgotten?! I'm in England! Home of Sid Vicious and Jhonny Rotten. Oh God I was in heaven. When did my life go right? As soon as we landed I ran of the plane, leaving my mom and Mya running behing me. "ALLY....SLOW...THE...FUCK...DOWN!" I heard my mom yell. I stopped and waited for the them.
"Oh, Oi! Is that you Allison?" I heard a thick british accent call for me. I turned around to my mom's friend, Lisa. I jumped into her arms just as I saw her. "Hey don't kill me!" she said gasping for breath.
"Oops sorry," I said pulling away. Lisa said hi to my mom and Mya. We all went to the baggage check thing and got our stuff. Then Lisa lead us to her car and we all crammed in. I took out my crappy digital camera and took pictures of everyting I saw. I didn't care if I was probably going to see this everyday, I just wanted them now.
***
We arrived in front of fairly broken down apartment buliding in the east side of London. Lisa lead us up to the second floor and unlocked the door to the loft number 287. "OI CHILDREN, I'm HOME! YOU ALIVE?" Lisa called out to the almost life-less apartment. I never got to meet her kids because they were always at their dad's house. We apperaed to be in the 'living room'. It actually looked quite cosy. It had a soothing shade of blue and comfortable looking sofa and in front of it a small TV.
"Hi mom. Oh hey you must be Allison and Mya! I'm Rachel," a blonde headed girl not much taller than myself walked up to me and Mya and hugged us both. I hugged back. Rachel sort of resmebled Mya, but the British version and much nicer looking. She wore a black skirt and not so head pounding pink shirt. Unlike Mya where she wore ALL pink, and that really light pink at that.
"OK Mya you're staying with Rachel and Ally you're with Jimmy," Lisa said. "Here I'll take you guys." Rachel lead us down the small, narrow hallway, that at the end had two doors. "That's Jimmy's. Go ahead in he doesn't care," Rachel said pointing to a beat up looking door.
I turned the knob and the door opened to reveal a dark room with a stero blasting 'Holiday'. There was a guy typing away at his computer. He noticed me and turned around. Just as he did my stomach did a double back-flip.
He had black spikey hair and dark brown eyes with a bit of green. He had a skinny black jeans and a ripped up white Ramones shirt. Let's say he was a perfect combo of Billie Joe; minus the eyeliner and Sid Vicious.
"Hey you must be Ally," he said in also, a thick accent and gave me a warm smile.
Oh God did I like his smile. "Uhhh yeah," I said still bewildered by his hottness. I dropped my bag and looked around the room. His black and red walls were covered in posters of various bands; all of them the ones I worshiped including Green Day and the Sex Pistols. His carpet was littered with empty ciggerate boxes and there were at leat 3 ashtrays full of ciggs. "Disgusted?" he asked with a cheeky grin.
"Impressed. Mind if I have a cigg?" I replied with the same smile.
"I can see we shall get along just fine." he said still smiling and he handed my a cigg and a lighter.
***
Finally after two hours of security (and after that dude who had to pat me down grabbed my ass) we were on the plane to London and about to take off. And I, of course am about to have a heart attack because I hate flying.
*Mya's POV*
I'm still kind of getting over the fact that my parents split and we're moving to London.Oh well. Oh God, look at my sister, she's about to have a freakin' heart attack. Egh... I looked over at my stupid punk ass sister. Did I mention that her stupid zipper pants set off the alarm thingy so that we had to wait an extra 20 minutes? I mean look how many spikes were on them? Totally gag me with a fucking spoon. AND she's obsessed with Green Day. Which really isn't that bad because Billie Joe is hot. But he's married to that stupid Adrienne Nesser; I refuse to call her Adrienne Armstrong. Oh well screw my sister. I wonder if there are hot guys in England...
*Allison's POV*
OH GOD WERE TAKING OFF! My mom noticed the worried look on my face. "Just close your eyes hun," she said putting her arm around me.
I took her advice and shut my eyes. 'Ummm I think about something else...' I thought to myself. 'Uhhh Tre' Cool!' I sat and thought of Tre' Cool. Woah was he hot or what? I opened my eyes and noticed that we were in the air. "See it wasn't that bad." my mom grinned.
I stuck my tounge out at her. My mom was cool. She liked Green Day and the Sex Pistols like me but she adore all that hippie shit. I'm serious she LOVED hippie crap. Oh well I mean she was a kick-ass mom. I took a glance at my watch once again, it said 11:45. Ooops time to go to beddy bye. I leaned back into the cushy-like seat and closed my eyes. I heard Mya's iPod blasting Eminem. I sighed, it was going to be a long flight.
---Next Day---
"Ally, Ally, Ally get the hell up! We'll be there in 10 minutes," I groaned. I hated waking up to Mya's voice. It was too high pitched. I didn't remember where I was then I looked out at the window next to me. How could I've forgotten?! I'm in England! Home of Sid Vicious and Jhonny Rotten. Oh God I was in heaven. When did my life go right? As soon as we landed I ran of the plane, leaving my mom and Mya running behing me. "ALLY....SLOW...THE...FUCK...DOWN!" I heard my mom yell. I stopped and waited for the them.
"Oh, Oi! Is that you Allison?" I heard a thick british accent call for me. I turned around to my mom's friend, Lisa. I jumped into her arms just as I saw her. "Hey don't kill me!" she said gasping for breath.
"Oops sorry," I said pulling away. Lisa said hi to my mom and Mya. We all went to the baggage check thing and got our stuff. Then Lisa lead us to her car and we all crammed in. I took out my crappy digital camera and took pictures of everyting I saw. I didn't care if I was probably going to see this everyday, I just wanted them now.
***
We arrived in front of fairly broken down apartment buliding in the east side of London. Lisa lead us up to the second floor and unlocked the door to the loft number 287. "OI CHILDREN, I'm HOME! YOU ALIVE?" Lisa called out to the almost life-less apartment. I never got to meet her kids because they were always at their dad's house. We apperaed to be in the 'living room'. It actually looked quite cosy. It had a soothing shade of blue and comfortable looking sofa and in front of it a small TV.
"Hi mom. Oh hey you must be Allison and Mya! I'm Rachel," a blonde headed girl not much taller than myself walked up to me and Mya and hugged us both. I hugged back. Rachel sort of resmebled Mya, but the British version and much nicer looking. She wore a black skirt and not so head pounding pink shirt. Unlike Mya where she wore ALL pink, and that really light pink at that.
"OK Mya you're staying with Rachel and Ally you're with Jimmy," Lisa said. "Here I'll take you guys." Rachel lead us down the small, narrow hallway, that at the end had two doors. "That's Jimmy's. Go ahead in he doesn't care," Rachel said pointing to a beat up looking door.
I turned the knob and the door opened to reveal a dark room with a stero blasting 'Holiday'. There was a guy typing away at his computer. He noticed me and turned around. Just as he did my stomach did a double back-flip.
He had black spikey hair and dark brown eyes with a bit of green. He had a skinny black jeans and a ripped up white Ramones shirt. Let's say he was a perfect combo of Billie Joe; minus the eyeliner and Sid Vicious.
"Hey you must be Ally," he said in also, a thick accent and gave me a warm smile.
Oh God did I like his smile. "Uhhh yeah," I said still bewildered by his hottness. I dropped my bag and looked around the room. His black and red walls were covered in posters of various bands; all of them the ones I worshiped including Green Day and the Sex Pistols. His carpet was littered with empty ciggerate boxes and there were at leat 3 ashtrays full of ciggs. "Disgusted?" he asked with a cheeky grin.
"Impressed. Mind if I have a cigg?" I replied with the same smile.
"I can see we shall get along just fine." he said still smiling and he handed my a cigg and a lighter.
