{1-Black Clouds Are Upon Us//Roses Bloom}

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It was a regular day. Sunny, nice, the breeze was flowing. London was nice this time of the year, but then again London was not a nice place. Of course being the person I was bad luck was thrust upon me. I was blocks away from home when it started raining. Sunny just wasn't for me. Of course, I ran for cover like a sane person.

Being a sane person just wasn't enough though was it? I, having no money, therefore being denied of buying an umbrella, straggled along the street. Maybe it was fate or destiny that day, when I ran into him.

And when I say 'ran', I mean 'ran'.

"Oh my gosh! I am so sorry! Are you okay?" Some guy with brown hair and an ugly vintage flower shirt knocked me to the side of the street. He scruffed his hair up and offered me a hand. I would've gotten up as quickly as possible, but this boy was absolutely gorgeous! Before I got to stammering, I stood up.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I dusted off invisible dirt. "No harm done." I assured him. He looked pleased to hear I wasn't injured. Then again, if I was he would be responsible and be thrown in jail somewhere.

"Good," he grinned. "I'm George, but uh, people call me Ryan." He stuck his hand out halfway between us. I shook it, not to be rude or anything.

"Why do they call you Ryan if your name is George? It's no where near to Ryan!" Oh my gosh, why did I say that? What if he thinks I'm rude or something!? What if he leaves because I was like that? I didn't even say my name!"

He obviously didn't seem offended and continued speaking. "It's my middle name. George Ryan Ross." He waited for me to tell him my name.

"Oh. My name's Charlotte. Charlotte Audrey Remington." I hated my name. It was so long and all proper-like.

"Hm...Classy." Ryan raised an eyebrow. We were still standing in the middle of the street and it was still raining. "Hey, do you wanna get some coffee or something? It's much better than standing out here in the rain."

He waited for my response eagerly. I quickly nodded, but then shook my head. "Sorry, I can't. I'm late for this party I must go to."

"A party? Don't you think you can um...blow off that person and hang out with me? I'm sure you wouldn't want to go to some lame party anyways." Ryan scratched his head. He was probably thinking off ways to persuade me out of the party. Well, that was not going to happen.

"I most certainly couldn't blow myself off." I said, putting my hands on my hips. "It's my birthday after all."

"Oh really? How old are you turning?" He inquired.

"I'm turning 20, if I don't die first of a cold!" I started shivering. We had taken shelter under a flower shop's curtain.

"Do you always talk like that?" He mocked my British accent also putting his hands on his hips.

"Yes, I do! I was born here. IN LONDON!" I tried my hardest Western accent for him. He just smiled at my attempt.

"Oh well, it's really quite annoying about now." He continued to mock my accent. He turned and looked down the street. I stared at my watch. I really should be going...

"Well, it was good meeting you, George...er, I mean Ryan, but I really must be going now. Goodbye." I turned around, holding my coat over my head to avoid the falling drops of water. I splashed the puddles as I ran down the sidewalk. Surprisingly, I could hear more splashes from behind me.

It was that Ryan guy. I slowed down to a halt and turned around.

"What?" I was a little annoyed.

He held out his hand. In it was a rose. "Happy birthday." He smiled again and handed it to me. He waved goodbye as a car came to his side. I could hear the loud screaming in it. I stood there, with the rose in my hand, hoping to meet George Ryan Ross again.

"So who was he?"

"Was he cute?!"

"Did he steal from the flower shop to get you the rose?!"

"To answer all your questions yes, he was very cute, and no I don't think he stole the flower and his name was George Ryan Ross." I sat on the edge of the chair, leaning towards my group of friends. "I have no idea where he is..."

"Are you going to find him?" Lillyan Victoria of Windsor asked. She too was leaning in her chair.

"Yes, you should! Look him up!" Diana Elizabeth of York suggested. They were all very interested in this topic.

"He can be your birthday gift!" Antoinette Isabella of Wales teased.

"This was delivered by the man in the booth over there." The waiter set a glass of champagne in front of me. I thanked him and peered over my shoulder. The waiter was still in my view.

"Who do you think gave you that?" Diana asked.

"Apparently, the man in the booth." I could finally see him.

George Ryan Ross was sitting there, smiling.

"Is that him!?" Lilly screamed loudly. I nodded.

"Wow! He is very cute!" Antoinette agreed. She nudged Lilly, and being Lilly, she giggled.

"Should I go over there?" I asked my friends.

"No need to. I'm right here." Ryan came up from behind me, handing me another rose. This time he was dressed in somewhat of a suit instead of that hideous flower shirt he was wearing earlier.

"Hello Ryan. How did you find me?" I questioned him. Hopefully, he didn't follow me or something stalker-ish.

"Simple. The rose had a tracking device in it," he laughed. I guess he noticed my sense of alarm and said, "I'm just kidding. I just wanted to see you so I followed my instinct and it brought me here." He smiled another charming smile at me.

"Whatever! You were hungry and wanted to eat so we got off at the closet restaurant we saw!" A man wearing a jacket and all came up with Ryan. I think he had a bit of cheese in the corner of his mouth.

"This is Brendon." Ryan introduced. "He's the lead singer of our band."

"You're in a band?" Diana asked with a soothing voice.

"Yea. We're on tour right now." Another person came too. This one kind of had a scruffy beard and also wore a suit. "Hi, I'm Jon." He gave a small wave. Then another guy, Spencer, came and introduced him as well.

"So what's your band called?" Lilly asked brightly.

"It's Panic At The Disco." They replied all at once.

"Hm. I've never heard of that band." I shrugged.

"You've never heard of Panic At The Disco?" Brendon asked.

I shook my head. So did Diana, Lilly, and Annie.

"I Write Sins, Not Tragedies?" They asked.

"Nope."

"Boy, are you in for a night then." Ryan pulled me up whilst Brendon escorted Lilly out the door. Spencer helped Annie up. Diana was being thrust away by Jon.

"Where are we going?" I asked Ryan, who covered his hands over my eyes. He uncovered my eyes to reveal a limo.

Woot.