Taylor POV. (point of view)
Never did I think I would fall in love with Sadie Bell. You know they say everyone out there has their special someone or ‘Soul Mate’..? I’m pretty sure mines still out there. The thing about Sadie is she is the most irritating and most stubborn person I have ever met. We have nothing in common, apart for our love of music and performing arts. But that’s it! I’m Taylor. Taylor Hanson. You probably have heard my music once or twice on the radio. I’m in a band called Hanson with my older brother Isaac and my younger brother Zac. After becoming world famous and extremely rich we decided to take a break from each other. Ike is out in Japan managing a record company and trying to find the next Beatles breakthrough group. Zac is taking a year to ‘find himself’ by travelling the world with his two best friends. Imagining Zac living out of a back pack always brings a devilish smile to my face. My brother is the biggest nancy boy ever and i’m pretty sure he wont last a month away from home. Me, however, I decided to come to the University of California to study Music as my major and performing arts as my minor. I found myself thinking, I want to do something with my life and not just be in a band. I’d like to be a Music professor or a Theatre director, just to have something to do in-between Band hiatus. So here I am, in sunny California. I won’t lie to you, it’s brilliant living here. I have a sun-kissed tan and my hair is blonder than ever. Being in a studio always made me look pale and dull, but here I can breath and look my best at all times. Being noticed by fans is surprisingly not as annoying as I thought it would be. I get the odd screaming girl now and then by most people shake my hand and introduce themselves, like I’m a normal human being. The day I moved into Carter Halls was the day I met my roommates, Chris and Jeff. They didn’t recognise me straight away but it soon sunk into them that I was Taylor Hanson. They’re pretty safe guys and enjoy a good time drinking and bringing girls round and stuff for mini drink ups. I couldn’t complain. One thing I will say about them though, they are beginning to get me into the habit of not clearing up after myself. My Mom made me into a neat freak all the years I spent living at home, but now, she isn’t here to tell me to put my clothes away or wash my dishes. Oh well. That’s college living for you. I won’t bore you about myself anymore because I’m here to talk about Sadez. Her full name is Charlotte Sadie Bell which I think is quiet pretty, but she insists everyone to call her Sadie. An interesting face about her is that she is not from America. She is a full blooded British girl. She moved from London at the age of 16 with her Mom who got a transfer job to work as an Attorney of Law. Sadie went to St Gregory's highschool until she was free to go to any College she wanted. And she chose California to also study Music and performing arts. It is safe to say that Sadie does not fit in to the category of every typical American girl that walks around the campus. She has an individual style that she brought over from London and refused to become a cheerleading wannabe red neck. She has dark brown Raven hair that she normally wears wavey. Her hair sits perfectly over her chest and it glows when the sun hits it. The first thing you notice about Sadie is her blue eyes and how she cakes herself in mascara and eyeliner, which only makes them stand out even more. She never has smudges under her eyes though. It remains perfect always. She has a small mouth but when she smiles she shows of her perfectly straight white pearl teeth and her dumpling baby face cheeks create small signature dimples on each side of her oval face. Like I said it’s hard to describe her but she isn’t an eye sore. Her shining diamond nose stud perfectly complements her face and completes her whole ‘british indie’ look. Her personality is a different story however. They say opposites attract but mine and Sadie’s situation is ridiculous sometimes. We banter in almost every conversation we have and always try to get the upper hand in every discussion. I guess when two strong characters meet it’s hard for them to agree on EVERYTHING. But yeah me and Sadie Bell were good friends. We had 4 classes a week with one another...and she lived in the dorm right under mine.
Sadie’s POV
There’s not much you need to know about me apart from the fact that I have a strong British accent and I can’t go anywhere without someone asking me ‘Say scones for me’ or ‘How’s the Queen doing?’ Americans piss me off. It wasn’t my decision to move out here but where mummy goes, I go. I guess it’s not all bad living in the USA but by god, do these people know how to eat. On every corner there is a Diner or Wendy’s that calls to the 50% obese Americans out there. I eat like a bird so it was a lot of getting use to the massive portions restaurants would give me. I moved away from my Manhattan home which my mum and I rented out and moved to Sunny California to study Music and performing arts. Some may think of it as a waste of a subject but if I’m ever going to be in charge of my own drama school or record company I need the qualifications. The music business offers a lot of opportunities and although it might be a long shot, I haven’t got a bad set of pipes. I love the University of California. It is your typical Cliche American college and the campus is simply beautiful. Frap boys playing soccer whilst girls sit under large oak trees, sipping on their Starbucks low fat coffee. I felt almost like I belonged in that sort of scene for some reason. It’s every British girls dream to have a prom and not a stupid NRA day where there are no boys allowed. So i couldn’t really complain. I lived in a great spacious dorm with two roommates called Alana and Grace. They were typical cheerleaders with perfect bodies and tanned skin. They welcomed me like I was one of their own and I thanked Allah that I wasn’t stuck with a couple of bitches, which is everyone’s nightmare about going to college. The guy pool isn’t too bad either here. A lot of jocks and prep guys which I wouldn’t usually go for but it’s nice to have some eye candy around. Speaking of eye candy, a perfect example would be Taylor Hanson. He wasn’t your everyday clean cut American boy. He was something else that’s for sure. I remember the first time I ever saw him. It was in the college Library, a week before classes started, so I thought I should take out some books on the subjects I was doing. As I scanned through the music section my hand accidently brushed with someone else’s as I try to take a book of the shelf.
‘Oh sorry, you take it’ Said the guys voice to which the hand belonged to. I quickly scanned the shelf to see if there was any more of the same book, but there wasn’t. I turned to the guy and analysed his face. He had blonde mid-length hair which flopped over his forehead perfectly. His eyes were an Aqua marine colour with a slight hint of gold around the pupil, not that I was gazing into his eyes or anything. His frame was small but his shoulders were broad and his tight white tshirt clung to him generously. He was good looking, but not the best looking guy on campus.
‘No no, you take it. I’ll take it out next week’ I said out of common curtsey expecting him to refuse to take it back.
‘Okay’ He said taking the book out of my hands and walking away. I scoffed at his rudeness and hurried up to him.
‘You know, a little curtsey would do you the world of good’ I said as I brushed past him.
‘SHHH’ I heard the Librarian say as she heard my hush tones turn into idle chatter.
‘But you said I could have it’ the guy asked confused and with a slight chuckle in his voice.
‘Forget it’ I said with a sheepish fake grin and I walked out of the Library in a huff. It’s not that I’m sensitive or anything. I can be as tough as a Rhino’s toenail if i wanted too, it’s just obnoxious guys really got to me and Taylor’s arrogant nature always had a way to put me in a bad mood. And I had no idea why. It wasn’t until a couple of days later that my roommates informed me that upstairs there was a little gathering going on and we were invited that I saw him again. Across from the room he was sitting on a worn out futon with a load of his friends surrounding him. Our eyes met as he stood to get another drink and he approached me with a small grin on his face.
‘Hows it going? I’m Taylor’ He said as he extended his hand in order to shake mine.
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