Goin' to London! Pt 1 (Punk!EnglandxTomboy!Reader)

"W-We'll miss you, [Name]!"

"Do you really have to go all the way across the ocean?"

"Come on, it's a big deal, [Name]'s transferring to her favorite city!"

"Yeah, but dude, why can't her father do what he'll do over there here? Internet exists, ya know?"

"Man up, Alfred, she'll Skype ya!"

"No fair.... "

You were bidding your farewells near the street across from your now former school to your best friends, Matthew, Alfred and Matthias. Your father had to go to London for his job, and you and his brother were following him. It was in the middle of your school year and you were transferring to a school over there. You couldn't believe that you were actually going, but you knew deep down that this new start was going to be tough. You didn't want to back down from a challenge that life was offering you; you loved them.

You had been listening to your three friends' blather for at least ten minutes, trying not to laugh nor cry, honestly, weird options to have simultaneously. Alfred didn't want you to go there, for some reason that he wouldn't tell, Matthew wished you luck and the two of you keeping touch and Matthias tried to make your obnoxious friend accept the fact that you were transferring.

"Come on, [Nickname] at least take me with you!" begged Alfred.

"Why?" you asked.

"B-Because....hum..... B-Because I need to be your hero, duh!"

"Yeah, right....." you sarcastically replied. "Tell me the REAL reason why."

"I-I, hum, best of luck! Don't trust blonde dudes with green eyes! Skype ya!" he said as he hurried away from you and your two other friends.

"What!?" the three of you asked him. He was long gone.

You just stared at the direction in which your hamburger-loving best friend went off in. You exchanged glances with your two remaining ones, wondering what the heck just happened. He never gave up the easily. In fact, he has gotten his way most of the time before. You stared at your feet. What have you done, except transferring, that might have ticked him off?

"Wait, did he really say: "Don't trust blonde dudes with green eyes?"" You asked the two. They nodded.

You turned your head back to where Alfred disappeared. All of this was just so beyond weirdness. You eventually snapped out of it a few moments afterwards.

"I'll miss you, guys....." you sighed. "I'm actually really scared about all of this..." you confessed.

"Aww... Don't worry, Luna, you'll be fine. You'll still have us to talk to!"

Luna... Your school nickname.... You stared at your clothing: black jeans, black DC shoes with [Favourite Colour] laces and a black and [Favourite Colour] [Favourite Top]. A silver, long chained, hollow crescent moon-shaped necklace hung from your neck. You could say that you were an emo tomboy, and that look gave you a nickname that both your acquaintances and friends used. Another fear grew within you: no acceptance due to the way you looked.

Your reputation was a very good one despite your usually loner-y look. You dressed the way you did and your fellow students still knew how kind and generous you were. You always had a smile and helped everyone and, in turn, they never judged you. Well, except the jealous ones, but you overlooked it and helped them anyway.

Tears were threatening to come out of the corners of your [Favourite bright colour] lensed eyes, making that very thin line of black eye liner you fashioned smudge a little. Matthew noticed.

"C-come on, [Nickname], you'll be fine! D-Don't cry, please....." he said, giving you a nice comforting hug. You sniffed a little.

"Yeah, you'll be fine! You'll have the same rep as you have now over there! You're just too awesome!" chipped in Matthias.

You couldn't help but crack a small smile. They had no idea how much they meant to you. You were wondering what Alfred was up to. That was the last time in a while that you'll ever see him in person. You wanted to tell him "Goodbye" before you left, but he wasn't there anymore. He suddenly left, giving you a weird advice. What was up with him, you had no clue.

You father, Lukas, and his brother, Emil, arrived and signaled you to come with them, which you did soon afterwards, followed by you two best friends. They looked surprised to see that Alfred wasn't there with you, but they made no comments about it.

You bid a final farewell to both of your friends, received two long and sadness-imprinted hugs and countless words of encouragement. You knew very well that the two of them would most likely keep their tears in, knowing they would stay strong, but you couldn't yourself. Your eyeliner was now officially gone.

After a few more heart-warming exchanges, you stepped into your brothers' car and you waved goodbye to your friends while Lukas drove away, not noticing an Alfred in tears sitting and staring at you from the shade of a nearby tree. You saw the figures of your two best friends waving back at you fading away in the distance, never to be seen with your own eyes for at least the remaining time of the school year.

You buried your face in your hands, cursing life for the first time, wishing that you had had at least the chance to have told Alfred goodbye, but it never came to be. You saw Emil sweetly staring at you from the passenger view mirror, which actually made you feel somewhat better.

You wiped your tears away. This was a new start, a new beginning, and you weren't going to feel sorry for yourself. You need to be strong. You'll still be able to talk to your friends, whether via text or call. It's not the end; far from it!

You looked through the window. The so familiar way home.... the last time you'll ever take this road to go home..... You couldn't help but reminisce a little.....

You remembered when once, during a freezing snow storm, you had a snowball fight with at least twenty other people in Alfred's backyard and also the time when you kept dying at round 5 in "Survival" in Call of Duty with Alfred because Matthias kept screaming like a maniac just to bug the both of you. You also remembered when you once had a dessert cook-off with Matthew; it actually ended as a tie. You were now left with only memories---

"Oh, snap outta it, [Name]" you thought. "Stop letting the "emo" you take over, for god's sake! You'll still talk to them! They're not dead!"

You took a deep breath. You forced a smile, and soon afterwards, it became genuine. You were going to London. LONDON! Your favourite city! You couldn't believe that you were actually going to live over there. You closed your eyes, still smiling, and dreamed of what your new, British house would look like.....


-----Time Skip-----


Rain. Rain and rain. You were barely watching the local weather forecast; you knew very well what the weather would be. It said that the temperature would be rainy all week anyway. You were plopped on the couch, playing with your beloved iPod.

"Typical British weather" you heard your brother, Emil, mutter.

You scoffed: what did he expect? He glanced at you and narrowed his eyes, which turned your scoffing into full-blown laughter. He cracked a weak smile and turned his attention back to the TV. Lukas entered the room, glanced at the two of you and left before saying: "ten minutes". He never spoke much. When he did, they were often just fragments of sentences, you noticed. It was that way ever since--

"Come on now, you don't wanna be late for your first day, right?"

You glanced back at Emil. You nodded and put on a nice black and [Favorite Color] impermeable windbreaker on top of your tomboyish top. You gave yourself a quick look at a nearby mirror, making sure that your black hair and assorted [Favorite Color] locks were in order and that your makeup-less face was forsaken by thin black eyeliner. After that quick look, you turned back to your father's brother and headed outside the door, making sure to have your iPod and your messenger bag with you.

The ride to school was quick, but you could swear that a billion of butterflies nested in your stomach. The two adults couldn't come with you inside because they were tight with time, not that you wanted them to..... Okay, maybe a little.... a LOT. What? You're in a completely new environment! You can't be scared and anxious?

As the car drove away, you started at the school. It. Was. Huge! It had at least four levels, without counting the basement! The dominating colors were white and black, and plants were the only source of color, at least from the outside. It actually looked brand-new and there were a lot of windows.

You nervously took some steps, every single one of them sending millions of new messages for your brain to decode, mainly images. The doors were already opened and you could see the main hallway. The ceiling was lower there and a skylight took the place of the ceiling. The insides matched the outsides: modern and "chic" as hell. You gulped, thinking you were at the wrong place.

"Are you [Name] Bondevik?"

You turned abruptly to look at who shouted you out. Okay, you weren't at the wrong place, but it all seemed so wrong for you to be there. It was a long and wavy brown-haired girl with green eyes. She seemed nice, but a little taken down by, you guessed it, your look. You nervously nodded.

"Y-Yeah, I don't know where I must go next...." you politely replied, not wanting ANY kind of trouble.

Her features immediately soften and a benevolent smile made its way to her lips.

"My name's Elizabeta, but you can call me "Lizzie", okay?" she rhetorically asked. You still nodded. "Don't worry, that's why I'm here!" she chirped.

She walked the few feet that separated the both of you and handed you a blank-covered agenda. She explained to you that you had to put what you wanted on its cover because it somehow represented a part of you. She also gave you your class schedule.  

"Let me show you around a little, okay?" she said as she gestured you to follow her.

"I'd like that, thank you." you politely replied. She frowned slightly, but didn't speak up about it.

She led you through the main hall, which was surprisingly short for the size of the school, and made you step into a huge, luscious garden. The short hall now made sense: it continued openly in the skylighted garden. She told you that the classes were on either sides of the garden and glass doors were their entry points. The stairs were in it too and you could see other doors on the other floors. Some people were there, simply staring at you and making you a little uncomfortable.

"I've been wondering, why are you dressed like that if you're really nice and polite?" she asked, after you were halfway in the garden.

"I really love the style, I'm a bit of an emo sometimes, I love video games and..... Well I do love punk and rock music too.... I honestly don't really know why, I just do." you shrugged. It's true, sometimes, you don't know exactly know why you like something [A.N. --or someone, for that matter].

"Oh, okay" she replied.

She proceeded in leading you towards one of the opened glass doors.

"That's your first class, English" she said, gesturing to that same opened door. If you need anything, you can ask anyone, okay? I'll see you at lunch" She looked at your schedule again. "History...." She whispered. "I'll be waiting for you before lunch after your second class, okay?"

You nodded, took your schedule back and stepped into the class. Everyone that was already there stared at you. You nervously held their gazes as you walked towards the teacher, holding your stuff tightly on your chest.

"You must be [Name] Bondevik, or am I mistaken?" asked the teacher. You nodded. "Great! Everyone, this is [Name], she's the new student from Canada. Any questions for this young lady?"

Nothing. Everyone was silent. They could tell a lot just by your appearance, and some of the labels they put you under couldn't have been falser. The worst part was that you knew. You did. You sighed, knowing you won't have the easy social life you had before.

"Well, Miss Bondevik, you'll be sitting next to Arthur for this class. You may now go; it'll start soon"

You looked at the guy. He was...... dressed like you? He had messy blonde hair, which hid his huge, weird eyebrows, and was adorned by emerald green dyed tips, similarly colored eyes darkened by a thin line of eyeliner, same as you.

You walked over there, sat and stared at your hands. Where else could you look? Everyone else was looking at you, what could you do? You sighed again and class finally started, which made everyone look back at your English teacher. Everyone, except the boy next to you.