swaggie and pickle juice
a zayn malik fanfic {witty exclusive}
Chapter One:
A bump suddenly awoke me.
This bus is the crappiest thing in existence; I can't even
sleep for five minutes without being awoken by an ear-spliting
screech or an earthquake.
Hello. My name is Gloriette Dubose. I'm nineteen, a bit less
than 173 centimeters tall, and I am looking for a job. Guessing by
my name, you may assume I have French roots. I do. My father is
French, and my mother is English. I have a brother, Gabriel.
I'm on a bus drive, of course. I'm moving to London, the
best place to find a job, well, according to my mum. Her
instructions were simply: find a job, go to uni, start a life. The
question is: how?
Luckly for me, my brother found a person who could let me stay, as
long as I work. Unfortunately, I'm not the working type. Never
was, never will.
The bus noises were messing with my head, so I put on my
headphones. My headphones were bursting with music to calm myself.
Suddenly, an unfamiliar song came on. Fall. By Justin Bieber. Of
course, this was a joke by my brother or my mum. But a piece of it
caught my attention.
You can't fly unless you let yourself fall.
I thought then that it was just emotional words that were
worthless. Maybe if could've see the future, I would laugh.
Laugh because it was a much needed piece of advice.
-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-
The bus suddenly stopped abruptly. My asleep body drifted foward,
banging my head on the seat. Why didn't I just walk?
"Your stop's here, Miss Dubose."
Eric, my best friend and 'chaperone', said in a
'professional' way.
"God, Eric," I said, pushing him sleeply. "Why
didn't you wake me up before?"
Eric was supposed to come along in my voyage, due to my pleadings
and his, too. He is looks like the stereotypical American guy: tan,
blond, and funny. He had a smile that made me do the same. He is
nineteen, too, and he moved in with us as an exchange student from
America. So, you may assume he is smart. To some extent.
"C'mon, Glorie! You should at least look out your
window."
I groaned in protest, but got up anyway. The London scenery from
the bus was... amazing.
"Oh my God."
"I know, right? It's amazing."
"Get off the d**n bus, you idiots!"
The bus driver looked at us rather strange.
"Let's go."
Eric nodded, and took my bags out of the stuffy bus. I still
watched in awe at the beautiful London scenery. Eric laughed when I
bumped into him, because I was so absorbed by the landscape.
"Watch out, you geezer."
We walked for a few minutes, admiring how amazing London was. Eric
was ecstatic over a churro stand they had. He is obsessed with
food. Food here and food there. He bought at least half a dozen
because he was starving. Afterwards, there was an Irish performer I
thought was talented and good-looking, so I put a pound in his
guitar case. My mum said to spend our money wisely,so I guess we
were off-track.
"Hey," the performer, breaking my reminiscing. He was
about my age, gave me a smile. It revealed a cute smile full of
white braces. He wore sunglasses, so I couldn't see his
eyes.
"Hi. The name's Glorie."
"Oh, hey, Glorie." He was rather shy. "My name
is..."
"Glorie! Look at this s**t!" Eric shouted, embarassing me
by his obscene words.
"Sorry." I whispered at the blonde. "See you
around." I turned towards Eric, who was jittering about,
probably because of a food stand.
"It's okay," the performer said, smiling. "I bet
he loves food as much as I do."
I nodded. running towards, the bloody American, who was amazed by a
pizza stand.
"D**n you, Eric," I said, give him a firm thump in the
head. "I was 'bout to meet a guy."
He laughed. "You know what your mum said, didn't
you?"
I sighed. "No boys until uni. I know."
"Nope." he said, suddenly starting to dance.
"Holding your p**s too long leads to bladder infections. Gotta
go."
I rolled my eyes as he ran off. Eric is such an oddball, I tell
you. He does anything to make you laugh.
I looked around to find the performer. Gone. Well, just my
luck.
The London lights were beautiful. People walked to and fro across
the streets, the aroma of food filled my lungs. London is quite a
beautiful city...
Suddenly, I heard a car horn beeping.
I was in the middle of a busy street.
A large double decker red bus was charging towards me. I stood as
stiff as a rock, unable to move away from the bus's path. The
lights reflected off of me, making me seem like a helpless deer in
the middle of the road.
"Watch out!" a male voice screeched. The world was a
blur. I couldn't make do of anything.
Suddenly, I felt someone push me out of the way. I fell on the hard
sidewalk, safe, but harmed. Eric's familiar voice rang in my
ears, not forming words in my brain.
As my vision cleared, I saw the person who had pushed me. He was on
the ground, but miraculously not hit by the bus. It had stopped in
time. He was quickly surrounded by many people. All of a sudden, my
vision blurred again to black.
