Dancing In The Rain Trilogy

Here We Come, England: 5

Hi, there ONCE AGAIN!!!! <3 So, this chapter is dedicated to Caitlynduffy, because I felt like it. JK she is one of the best authors here on Wattpad. She has started the prestigious series, The Treadwell Acadamies. They are about girls who go to a fancy boarding school.

I really think you should take the time to read them because she took the time to read my stories. :D She deserves a big hug and a round of applause. *Claps hands wildly* Don’t you agree.

Well, here’s a go. :D Hope y’all like it! ß Look, I’m turning country!!!JK

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Chapter Five: Hey there boy, you’re cute

Dear Diary, 

            Caitlyn and I are tidying up our room and stashing our candy in the dressers and preparing to make our brownies. Mum and daddy are in their, doing who knows what because they said that they finished packing.

            Caitlyn and I have already eaten six of the crumpets, because man are those crumpets English. 

            So far, I still haven't met a neighbor with a girl my age so there's another reason why Caitlyn and I are against this move.

            I have to go because Caitlyn has the ingridients for the brownies and time is precious. Well, not exactly. Since I graduated from high school last year, early just so you know. 

Goodbye! 

Love,

Phoebe

            "Ready, Phoebs?"

            "Of course! Let's make those brownies!" 

            Caitlyn and I head down the hall to look for the kitchen. Thank goodness it was right there. Food on our level. Mummy and daddy are on the third floor so they can't hear anything we do, but we can hear them. 

            Now we can stalk their every move, and see if they're naughty. Okay, I was kidding, but you never know. 

            "Okay, so how do we work this thing-a-majjigy?" I ask Caitlyn. 

            "Easy. They're much like the ones we have at the bakery." 

            I studied it. It didn't look like the oven we had at the apartment. It looked much more complicated. And to think. I didn't know two different countries had different kinds of ovens. 

            "Okay Phoebs, can you get me a bowl? The box over there, to your left should have some of my baking supplies."

            "On it."

            I dig through the box until I find a big bowl. Then digging a little deeper and find the brownie pan. I hand Caitlyn the bowl and she thanks me.

            "So, what do we do first? Or, I should say, what do we need to mix first?" I ask Caitlyn.

            "We need the cocoa." 

            I grab the sack of cocoa and the measuring cups. "How much?"

            "Four cups. You can do that part."

            Carefully measuring the cocoa, cup by cup, right when I was finishing the final cup, the door bell rang, and I flinched, which flicked the cocoa into Caitlyn's face.

            I forced out a giggle and went to answer the door. At least if it were a kidnapper, I could convince them to take me to America. 

            Caitlyn followed behind after wiping off her face with a washcloth.

            Turning the lock and opening the door, I realized what cute guys look like. I wonder how old he is. Okay, stalker much?

            "Hey. I am Devon and my mum sent me over here to greet our new neighbors." The 'Devon' guy spoke. His voice was deep and husky. 

            "Won't you come in?" I welcomed Devon into the house.

            Caitlyn just stared wide-eyed at Devon. Oh no she didn't. If she falls in love, then she'll want to stay here and that will mean that I am stuck in stupid England for a whole two years. 

            I kicked her leg and she gave me the death glare, which I happily returned.

            "So, you guys have the smallest house, here?" Devon asks. 

            We nod. "It's huge compared to the apartment we lived in in America." 

            "You mean, Flat? In England we call them flats."

            Caitlyn giggles, then nods. I send her a disgusted look. She just stared at Devon.

            "Well, since I have met my neighbors, I can go back home now. Umm, I never got your names..."

            "Oh, I am Phoebe and the statue right there is Caitlyn. We're sisters. We don't where my parents are. They're in their room so we're not going in there."

            Devon nodded and left. "What was that for, Kate? You kinda made a fool of yourself."

            "He's cute, okay. And, Devon is a hot name." 

            "Well, of course it is because he's English. And all English boys are cute. As well as girls. Why do you think guys always fall in love with you?"

            "Phoebs, I know that. Now, let's get back to the brownies. And be careful with the cocoa this time."

            Caitlyn led us into the kitchen. Before I could duck or move, Caitlyn grabs a handful of cocoa powder and flicks it on my face. 

            "Oh no, you did not just do that!" I yell. 

            I reach into the bag and flick cocoa onto her. 

            We fought for a whole five minutes until mum came downstairs.

            "I can't believe you two. Go to your immediately. What a disappointment you two are." Mum screams. 

            Caitlyn and I head to our rooms. 

            "We can't be the perfect English daughters you want us to be, mum. You can't control us." Caitlyn yells.

When we get to our room, we start to immediately crack up. 

            "That was awesome, Phoebs! Score one for the rebels!"

            But, is this really a war?

            Oh, yeah, it is!!! Then the fight has just begun!!!!!!!!