London Calling
Chapter 3
Effy's Pov
I tried to unlock the door to my apartment but my body just wouldn't co-operate. I'm sure in the end I had to pass on a written letter to my brain, informing it to stop being so wrapped up in everything and anything. What was wrong with me? Surely It couldn't have been from that stranger, I mean I don't know him. Hence the label stranger. I had a sudden fit of butterflies fluttering in my stomach. I abruptly ignored them and tried to shake them out. I noticed some letters on the floor when I walked in. One had my name written all fancy on the front, I opened it first. It was from Alex, the photographer.
Effy,
just wanted to say thanks for the other day. I really enjoyed working with you and I hope that we could do it again sometime. The shots are beautiful. I have sent you some along with the letter. Thank you again.
Hope to see you soon. AP.
I read it aloud and attempted his cockney accent which failed miserably. How sweet of him, I'm glad he liked working with me. I was a nervous wreck I thought it was awful. I dug into the envelope and found the pictures. 'Wow' was all I could say. I looked amazing. I hate to blow my own trumpet but I actually looked pretty, or beautiful. I wonder if that stranger I saw was at the shoot, why am I still thinking about him? Again I tried to shake off any thoughts of the beautiful figure. After looking through the pictures, I poured myself a glass of juice and opened my book. I escaped to the roaring twenties once again to be met by Gatsby.
Whilst deep into the Gatsby mansion parties I heard my phone ring. I sighed and and trotted over to my phone. I didn't feel like a lengthy phone call now so I was hoping it wasn't someone who liked to talk. Come to think of it anyway I didn't have many friends. Well I only had one, and that was Serena. I looked and the caller ID. It was Sez!
'Sez!!' I screamed a little too excitedly down the phone
'Eff!, god I've missed your voice, I thought something had happened to you when you hadn't rang'
'I'm sorry Sez, I had my shoot today and I was tired when I arrived. I would have called you eventually, I suppose'
It was so nice to finally hear her voice too. I hate being away from her. Since we lived together from the age of 17. I heard the door bell ring, still on the phone to Sez I walked down the small flight of stairs to the front door.
'Hang on Sez, there is someone at the door'
I was unsure who it could be as I didn't know anyone here and I doubt my neighbours would pay me a visit, I mean it is London after all. I opened the door and my jaw fell open.
'Sez!'
It was Sez, In London. Here, with me. I felt almost breathless.
'Well aren't you going to let me in you minger?' Same old Sez, always so polite.
'What are you doing here?' I noticed she had a case with her, was she staying?
'Well I haven't come for the sightseeing and red buses have I?' she replied with a sarcastic tone. 'Of course I'm here to see you, Mom has gone away for a week with some work friends so I thought I'd come visit you for a few days'
I couldn't believe it still, I helped Sez carry her case in. Still in disbelief that she was here, I don't know why it felt so surreal. I knew she wouldn't be staying long so I had to ensure we would have an amazing time.
Although I'm not much of a talker most of the time, we talked for ages that night. I didn't tell her about my strange encounter with, well a stranger. The thought of it still swirled a sickly current through both my stomach and now my throat. I was so confused, yet so sure. I'm not exactly certain what of, but something felt normal about the encounter it was either that or just plain mental.
It was early hours of the morning when Sez fell asleep. I lay awake as I do most nights, thinking of scenarios that have about 2% of actually happening. The delicate moon danced on the windowsill of my balcony view. I walked over and out onto my balcony, the stars illuminated every corner, lighting up the darkness of London's streets.
I drifted in and out of sleep, restlessly tossing and turning. If only reality was simple, if only I knew who that distant persona was, I was determined non of the less to figure it out, but I knew it wasn't going to be that easy. I just remember those solid green eyes, surely it wasn't hard finding them. They had drawn me in, consumed by their pureness I needed to know who they belonged to.
I tried to unlock the door to my apartment but my body just wouldn't co-operate. I'm sure in the end I had to pass on a written letter to my brain, informing it to stop being so wrapped up in everything and anything. What was wrong with me? Surely It couldn't have been from that stranger, I mean I don't know him. Hence the label stranger. I had a sudden fit of butterflies fluttering in my stomach. I abruptly ignored them and tried to shake them out. I noticed some letters on the floor when I walked in. One had my name written all fancy on the front, I opened it first. It was from Alex, the photographer.
Effy,
just wanted to say thanks for the other day. I really enjoyed working with you and I hope that we could do it again sometime. The shots are beautiful. I have sent you some along with the letter. Thank you again.
Hope to see you soon. AP.
I read it aloud and attempted his cockney accent which failed miserably. How sweet of him, I'm glad he liked working with me. I was a nervous wreck I thought it was awful. I dug into the envelope and found the pictures. 'Wow' was all I could say. I looked amazing. I hate to blow my own trumpet but I actually looked pretty, or beautiful. I wonder if that stranger I saw was at the shoot, why am I still thinking about him? Again I tried to shake off any thoughts of the beautiful figure. After looking through the pictures, I poured myself a glass of juice and opened my book. I escaped to the roaring twenties once again to be met by Gatsby.
Whilst deep into the Gatsby mansion parties I heard my phone ring. I sighed and and trotted over to my phone. I didn't feel like a lengthy phone call now so I was hoping it wasn't someone who liked to talk. Come to think of it anyway I didn't have many friends. Well I only had one, and that was Serena. I looked and the caller ID. It was Sez!
'Sez!!' I screamed a little too excitedly down the phone
'Eff!, god I've missed your voice, I thought something had happened to you when you hadn't rang'
'I'm sorry Sez, I had my shoot today and I was tired when I arrived. I would have called you eventually, I suppose'
It was so nice to finally hear her voice too. I hate being away from her. Since we lived together from the age of 17. I heard the door bell ring, still on the phone to Sez I walked down the small flight of stairs to the front door.
'Hang on Sez, there is someone at the door'
I was unsure who it could be as I didn't know anyone here and I doubt my neighbours would pay me a visit, I mean it is London after all. I opened the door and my jaw fell open.
'Sez!'
It was Sez, In London. Here, with me. I felt almost breathless.
'Well aren't you going to let me in you minger?' Same old Sez, always so polite.
'What are you doing here?' I noticed she had a case with her, was she staying?
'Well I haven't come for the sightseeing and red buses have I?' she replied with a sarcastic tone. 'Of course I'm here to see you, Mom has gone away for a week with some work friends so I thought I'd come visit you for a few days'
I couldn't believe it still, I helped Sez carry her case in. Still in disbelief that she was here, I don't know why it felt so surreal. I knew she wouldn't be staying long so I had to ensure we would have an amazing time.
Although I'm not much of a talker most of the time, we talked for ages that night. I didn't tell her about my strange encounter with, well a stranger. The thought of it still swirled a sickly current through both my stomach and now my throat. I was so confused, yet so sure. I'm not exactly certain what of, but something felt normal about the encounter it was either that or just plain mental.
It was early hours of the morning when Sez fell asleep. I lay awake as I do most nights, thinking of scenarios that have about 2% of actually happening. The delicate moon danced on the windowsill of my balcony view. I walked over and out onto my balcony, the stars illuminated every corner, lighting up the darkness of London's streets.
I drifted in and out of sleep, restlessly tossing and turning. If only reality was simple, if only I knew who that distant persona was, I was determined non of the less to figure it out, but I knew it wasn't going to be that easy. I just remember those solid green eyes, surely it wasn't hard finding them. They had drawn me in, consumed by their pureness I needed to know who they belonged to.
Notes
Heya, I know this chapter is a little boring so I do apologise. I am excited at the fact Serena has came and now she is determined to find out who she bumped into. Let me know what you think and if you have any questions or thoughts just comment I'd be happy to know.Isla x
Update please
3/13/14