I'm up before the sun, much to my surprise. Usually, I sleep very late. I suppose my excitement at being in another dimension has caused me to awaken so early in the morning. I yawn and climb out of bed, walking over to the curtains. I decide I should save Sophie the trouble of opening them, and do it myself. I sing softly to myself as I walk over to my suitcase, looking for something to wear for the day. I'm thinking about asking someone to show me around London; I'm here and might as well make the most of it. Not many people get a chance to see old London. I'm about to choose a black top and blue skirt, when something lying on a chair by the large window catches my eye. It's a rose and gold dress. I lift it up, admiring its beauty. I'm very girly, and I've always been in love with the idea of wearing a ball gown to both prom, and my wedding. I'm guessing that it was left here for me, so I pick it up. I grab my travel bag, my boots and make my way to bathroom that's across the hall from my room. I brush my teeth and my hair, and change into the beautiful dress. It is a cap-sleeve gown that billows out at my waist. As beautiful as it is, there's a lot of layers, and it's not very comfortable. Oh well. People will look at me weirdly if I walk around in shorts. I tie my combat boots, put everything back into my bag, and walk out of the bathroom. I turn around to close the door, and when I turn back around, I run into someone. I drop my bag and bend down to pick it up.

"I'm so sorry, I should have been watching where I was going..." I say, putting my hairbrush back into the bag. I'm looking around to see if anything else fell out, when I hear his voice.

"Oh, no, it was my fault." Jem. I stand up and smile. He's looking much healthier now, and has a soft smile on his face. "What are you doing up so early?" He asks, and I shrug.

"I guess I'm just excited to be here." I say, brushing my hair back behind my ear self-consciously. "What are you doing?" I ask, wanting to keep the conversation going for as long as possible.

"Well, today is Will's birthday, and I hoping to get him a present." He answers, and I smile.

"It's his birthday?" I exclaim, thinking. "Well I'll just have to get him something, now won't I?" I say, and Jem holds out his arm.

"Why don't we go together? From what Charlotte has told me about you, I don't think you've had a chance to see London yet." Jem says and I take his arm. "I could show you around while we look for a present for Will."

"That sounds amazing." I say, and his smile brightens.

"Alright." He says and we walk downstairs and outside. It's foggy, and the air smells of fresh rain. I jump in the nearest puddle, splashing water everywhere. I laugh with delight and hop into the next one. Jem watches me, an adorable look on his face. I twirl, experimenting with my new dress. I realize I'm acting like a child, and turn to Jem, embarrassed. To my surprise, he laughs. It's magical. He walks over to me and we continue towards the city. "I've been thinking," He says and turn to him. "You saved my life, yet I barely know anything about you."

"Well...my full name is Aurelia Charlotte Rose, but you already know that. I like the color periwinkle, I'm 16 years old but I'll be 17 soon. I've got two little siblings, twins named Melissa and Jacob. I've got a cat named Perseus, named after Percy Jackson." I pause, realizing that this is probably a bit too much information. But Jem looks at me curiously.

"Please, don't stop." He says and takes my hand. I blush.

"My best friend's name is Katherine, but everyone calls her Kat. I love books, movies and music. I can never have just one favorite song, and they change pretty often. I live in New York, but I was born in Washington State. My family moved when I was ten. I love Autumn. I have two cousins, Aria and Ryan. I've been taking archery for ten years now. I absolutely love dragons. Even though technically, they don't exist." I say, looking up at the cloudy gray sky. Then I hear a loud noise and Jem grabs me, pulling me to the side. A carriage shoots by us. It would have hit me. I have to work hard to breathe normally when I realize how close we are. He gently sets me down and step back awkwardly.

"So...I guess we're even now." I say and smile at him. He laughs again.

"I suppose we are." He replies, his eyes sparkling. I gasp as I look around. London is beautiful. There's a road surrounding a square, with a beautiful fountain in the center. I make sure no more carriages are coming, then run across the street. I run all the way to the fountain, and lift up my long skirt so that I can climb onto the stone. I balance on my tiptoes and twirl, spinning across the slippery, flat stone. "You're going to fall." Jem cautions, but I don't stop spinning.

"Probably." I say, stopping when I get to the end. Jem walks over and puts his hands on my waist. I rest my hands on his shoulders and jump down. Unfortunately, the ground is wet and I slip, falling forward into Jem. I look up, and his eyes are gazing down at me,  making my heart race. His arms hold me, and he helps me up, pulling me closer to him. He rests a hand on my cheek, and I'm sure that, by now, I've stopped breathing. We're so close that I can feel his soft eyelashes brush against my face. He leans in, and before I know what's happening, we're kissing. His soft lips press against mine, and I lean into him, pressing my hands against his chest. Our kiss is soft and delicate, as if we are afraid of breaking each other. His arms press me against him and I love the way we fit together, making me feel as if I was a puzzle piece that never knew it was a part of a bigger picture. When I pull away there's a strange look in his eyes. And I step back quickly, almost falling down. What have I done? I turn and run, across the street and into a crowded center of people. I hear Jem calling my name, but I don't stop. I stumble past people and carriages and buildings. I have no idea where I am or where I'm going. All I know is that I've messed up everything. I push past people, ignoring their angry comments. I run all the way to the waterfront, stopping when I hear the waves. I grew up in a beautiful house on the beach, and the waves have always been calming to me. I make my way past sailors and fisherman, and down to an abandoned dock. I sit, staring down into the water. I breath heavily, my lungs burning. That was such a stupid thing to do. We had been doing great. He was smiling. He was laughing. Oh, the way his eyes light up when he laughs. He is perfect. And Tessa. He's supposed to be in love with Tessa. Where is Tessa anyways? I know that Will is seventeen when he meets Tessa, and since today is his birthday, I think I've arrived pre-Tessa. Oh, I've really done it this time. But I can't get the feeling out of my head. When we kissed, I felt something that I had never felt before. And some selfish, weak part of me wants to feel it again.