Once in a lifetime

Chapter 3.

   My alarm woke me up around noon the next day, and when I say alarm, I mean a very loud Brittani. "Becca get up!" She kept screaming knocking on my door. I was still groggy and glanced around the room. It was so much different from my one back home. Back home I had pictures all over the walls of me and the girls, here? I barely had a picture frame on the night stand. "Becca!" Brittani yelled yet again. I finally found the motivation to get out of bed and find out what she was screaming her fool head off about. "You better have made food." I said tying up my hair in a messy bun. "Of course, I made pancakes, and I found some ads in the paper this morning. Did you know it shows up right in front of our door? It's so cool!" She squealed. "Brit, what kind of ads?" I questioned putting some food on a plate and sitting down. It was so weird to think everyone I knew was still asleep most likely and here we were, awake and completely unsure of what we should do. "Well there's a studio downtown looking for dance instructors, and a theater auditioning for their new show, and a dance company holding open auditions. So we're covered basically with things to do until the girls get here. I didn't even know where to start looking for music stuff for Kat and Lex so they'll just have to wait until they get here." She said sitting across from me.

"Well let's start with the dance studio, because we have to have something to show our parents that we're not wasting our lives as they are trying to claim we are. But the dance company thing... maybe we should audition. I mean, what harm is it going to do?" I asked reading a little more information that was given in the ad.

"Remember how we talked about decorating our doors when we all got here? Why don't we get a head start. We know what colors we need and then they can decorate the names once they're here. We're legal to drink here so it'll help when we come home drunk and can't remember which room is ours." Brit said with a mouthful of food. Leave it to her to be thinking about alcohol already. Not that we were innocent, we've gotten drunk together before but with dance it's not always the best idea. "Yeah I guess that's a good idea. It'll give us something to do today since the auditions for the company isn't until tomorrow and we'll have to call for interviews when the studio opens again tomorrow." I said scraping the food around on my plate. It was finally hitting me. We were alone in another country with no idea what we were supposed to be doing. "Becca! Don't cry..." Brit said walking around the table and hugging me. I hadn't even realized I had started crying until she said something. "Not crying... just overwhelmed. It's all hitting me at one time that this is really happening." I said wiping my eyes and sighing. "We're going to be fine... Everything is going to work itself out." She said unconvincingly.

We didn't bother changing when we left to go find some place that sold paint. Luckily it wasn't horribly cold so the leggings and tee shirt we were wearing was enough to keep us warm for the time being. "We've been walking around for an hour! You're worse than a guy! Let's just ask someone for directions!" I snapped tired of feeling like an idiot. "We can find it ourselves! We just need to find a hardware store or something! They sell paint." She said placing her hands on her hips and pulling out her phone. I had googled it earlier, but my maps wasn't working so we had been wandering around instead of actually knowing where we were going. "Sorry to interrupt, but if you're looking for paint the store around the corner has a great selection. It's called Rossi's." Some random girl said stopping to tell us this before she walked away. "Problem solved! Let's go before I give up and go home." I said quickly grabbing her hand and pulling her in the direction of the supposed store.

"So we need red, blue, purple, how about pink and gold for you and I?" I asked looking at all the color swatches. "Gold for me and pink for you?" She asked for clarification. I nodded my head and waited to see what she thought. "Yeah, that sounds good." She said placing the paint cans in the cart. We had checked out when it hit me. "Um... Brit, we totally didn't think this through." I said realizing we had five cans and one four hands. "Oh... uh... we could carry two each and then with the last one..." She said trying to come up with something. "Do you need some help?" Someone asked from behind us. He was sort of cute with brown curls that were horribly tucked under a beanie. "No we're good." I said. I don't care how much we needed help, I wasn't going to accept help from a stranger when that would mean he would know where we lived! "You sure? Cause it certainly looks like you do." He pressed. "Yes we totally need help! Ignore her, her opinion means nothing." Brit yelled handing him the last can of paint. "Okay, come on, we can take my car." He said leading us out of the store. "I think it's fair for us to know who we're getting into a car with. Oh Jesus, Brit this is exactly what we told the girls we wouldn't do..." I said whispering the last part. She shrugged obviously not caring but agreed with the first part of my statement. "My name is Harry." He said sounding a bit shocked. "And I'm Brittani but everyone calls me Brit and she's Rebecca, but everyone calls her Becca. Now let's go! My hands are starting to hurt." Brit announced placing the cans in the trunk of his car before walking around and getting in without a second thought. "Address?" He asked once he was in the car. Brit had to pull it up on her phone since we didn't quite know where we lived yet. "That's a good twenty minutes away. You girls were going to carry these all the way there?" He asked curiously. "That was the plan." I muttered. Something just felt off. Maybe it's because he was a stranger and now he knew where we lived but for all I know he's just a good Samaritan.

"Thanks for your help." Brit said after Harry helped carry up the cans of paint. He took two and I took two, so Brit, being lazy like she is, only took one. "No problem." He said looking around the bare apartment. What was he doing? He could leave now, oh no, this is exactly what I was worried about! He's crazy and planning on killing us... Okay, maybe I should quit watching horror movies... "Um, Harry do you want something to eat?" Brit asked purposely inviting him to stay longer. "Sure." He said returning her smile. Oh no, my best friend has a crush on a British stranger. While they went to the kitchen to make something to eat, I sat down on the couch and began flipping through the channels trying to figure out what there was to watch. In the end I settled on a gossip channel. They were talking about some boyband that just got back from tour. I didn't pay much attention until I heard a certain name and looked at the picture of that band. Sure enough, the Harry Styles that they were talking about was the same Harry that was sitting with my best friend in the kitchen.

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Updated 6/9/17