London Boy

Miranda Morrissey
Jul 29, 2024
9 min read

Welcome back to the Taylor Swift Song Wheel Generator: The Writing Challenge!

When it comes to Taylor and her songs, they always fill my imagination up the way I believe great artists oftentimes refer to as "the muse". For my writing challenge, I took a song from an album, added a genre, and let the characters and the genre lead the way.

I can’t believe the wheel chose Lover two weeks in a row! The song London Boy is so bouncy and fun! It always reminds me of me in 2014 running around London, trying to see everything and take it all in all at once. As soon as the wheel picked this song I had an Emily in Paris aesthetic blossom in my mind's eye, and the idea of Lola in London was born! And then it was eaten up and spit back out by my binge-watching Dexter, and let's just say there is a definite twist to gorgeous, charming, fun-loving Lola that Emily would never dream up.

Please enjoy the fifth Wheel Generated Story! And if you decide to write along with me, please tag me in any Social Media posts, or send me an email so I can read it. :)

Lover - London Boy - New Adult

“What up, babes?! Or should I say, mates?!”

Lola giggled at her own joke, smiling a red-lipped smile, her blue eyes sparkling like they always did when she was on camera. With her arm outstretched holding her phone high above her to show off her background, she started walking.

“For the next few days, you can find me in the pub, watching rugby, and wandering the streets by Buckingham Palace and Big Ben.”

The camera left Lola for a moment, capturing the entirety of Big Ben across the bridge. Lola panned the camera back to her, opening her mouth to speak, when a charming, dark-haired man road into the shot on a navy-blue scooter.

“Hello, love!” he called, his British accent deep. “Fancy a drive?”

“OMG,” Lola whisper-shouted into the phone. “That’s my date! Isn’t he cute?”

Lola moved the phone away from her face to the man on the scooter. “Cheerio,” he said, grinning lazily at the camera. He paused for a moment, still grinning, then the smile fell away. “Was that all right?”

“It was perfect, Lucas!” Lola cried, hitting the red button and ending the video. “I’ll edit it later and tag you.” She closed the distance and skipped over to Lucas, who held out a helmet. “Thank you for playing the gorgeous, charming, British man. My followers will love you.”

“Anything for a gorgeous, charming, American woman like yourself,” Lucas replied, his tone teasing, his eyes lustful.

Lola quickly strapped on the helmet, swung her leg over the seat, and settled onto the scooter behind Lucas, wrapping her arms around him and enjoying the warmth emanating off his muscular chest. In an awful attempt at his accent, Lola asked, “Shall we go to your flat?”

Lucas chuckled. “Only if you use your own accent.”

“My American accent isn’t very sexy,” Lola whined.

The wind whipped through her dark brunette curls, sending them flying behind her perfectly. A few people stopped and stared as Lola and Lucas drove by. They could have been filming an ad campaign depicting the world’s most gorgeous couple selling perfume or expensive jewelry.

“It is sexy! Very Hollywood.”

Lola giggled and rested her chin on Lucas’ shoulder. The black jacket felt soft against her skin. She couldn’t wait to get him back to his place and see what he was really hiding underneath.

“This is it,” Lucas said about twenty minutes later, parking his scooter outside a brown-brick townhouse.

“It’s gorgeous,” Lola sighed, her blue eyes wide, taking it all in.

“It’s not that great,” Lucas replied with a grin, “but it’s home.”

Lola spun around and reached for Lucas’ hand, stepping close and letting her breasts just barely brush against his chest. Looking at him from under her lashes, she bit her bottom lip. “Show me around?”

“Oh, I’m planning on it.”

Lucas sprinted for the stairs, his hand still holding Lola’s. She squealed as he playfully dragged her along, reaching into his pocket for his keys. Once the door was unlocked, he gently pushed her inside, closed the door, and took off his jacket. Moving towards her, he grabbed her waist and pulled her to him, their lips meeting, his tongue hungry for hers.

“Slow down there, tiger,” Lola giggled between kisses. “Let a girl freshen up before you pounce on her.”

“I can’t wait any longer,” Lucas said, trailing kisses down her neck. “Ever since I met you for lunch, I knew I had to have you.”

“And you will,” Lola replied, gently yet forcefully placing a hand on his chest and moving him back. “After I freshen up and you open a bottle of wine.”

Lucas grinned. “Deal. Up the stairs, first door on the right.”

Lola swayed her hips as she ascended the stairs, knowing Lucas was watching her. Always keep them wanting more. She turned the corner, opened the door, and closed it, pretending to have walked in. She waited for the sound of Lucas’ receding steps, and once they did Lola grabbed her purse and dug around for her tampon box. From inside the box, she pulled out a little baggy filled with powder. Lola smiled.

She counted to one hundred, then opened the door, closed it again, and made her way back downstairs.

“Just in time,” Lucas said from the kitchen. “For you, love.” He handed her a glass of red wine.

“Perfect,” Lola said. She smelled the liquid, then took a sip. “Yep. Perfect.”

“Not as perfect as you,” Lucas cooed, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her in for a kiss.

“Oh!” she cried, her glass tilting. Wine splashed out of the glass and down the front of Lucas’ white button-up shirt.

“Bloody hell!” he cried, jumping back.

“I’m so sorry-”

“Perfectly fine,” Lucas interrupted, holding up his hand. “I was going to take this off anyways.” He winked at her. “Let me get it soaking so it doesn’t stain.”

“Again, I am so sorry,” Lola said, watching Lucas leave her alone in the kitchen. Alone with both glasses of wine.

Once she was sure he was gone for at least a minute, she spun around and dumped some of the powder into Lucas’ glass. She swirled the red wine so that the powder would dissipate. Placing it back on the counter, she took another sip of her own wine and grinned behind the rim.

“All right, where were we?” Lucas asked, strolling back into the kitchen, completely naked.

“My goodness,” Lola gasped. Her eyes raked over his naked physique. It’s too bad she wasn’t sexually attracted to him. Anyone who was attracted to straight white guys would kill to have his body on them-- and in them. He was gym-made perfection.

“I think I need to finish my wine first. Fuck! You’re even sexier than your profile pictures.”

Lucas chuckled. “That does tend to be the number one review.” He walked around Lola for his own glass of wine and she crinkled her nose, grossed out. With the glass to his lips he said, “To us. What started at my favorite restaurant in Brixton continues on to my favorite luxury bedspread.”

Lola smiled, internally cringing, as she watched Lucas take a few sips of his wine, then finish the whole thing.

“Wow,” was all Lola could think to say. She would have figured such a posh-seeming British guy like Lucas would take his time on an expensive glass of wine.

“Wow is right,” Lucas replied.

He set down the glass of wine and closed the distance between them. His lips found her collarbone, his hands on the thin straps of her dress, pushing them slowly, tantalizingly down her shoulders. Lola gasped, her heartrate quickening. Goosebumps rose where his fingers touched her skin.

“Lola,” he whispered, lowering his kisses to the top of her breast. “Lola…”

Her right breast was suddenly very wet. She looked down and moved his head a bit so she could see. There was a glob of drool on her skin.

“Lo... la…?”

Lola watched as Lucas’ eyes rolled up into his head and didn’t bother to catch him as his naked form fell to the ground. With a roll of her eyes, Lola grabbed a cloth and wiped the drool away. Then, with a satisfied smirk, she got to work.

Lucas’ flat was filled with large electronics she wished she had the ability to take with her. But she was content on the smaller, finer things. His Rolex watch. Gold jewelry. The Louis Vuitton wallet in his jacket pocket with five hundred pounds just asking to be taken. Quickly, Lola scoured the entire flat for anything small and valuable she could carry with her. She estimated being able to sell what she’d put in her bag for ten thousand pounds, if not more if the buyer was right.

Satisfied, she made herself a sandwich and poured a second glass of wine, conscious to step over Lucas’ unconscious body. “Sweet dreams,” she whispered with a devil’s smile.

On his couch, she flicked through the channels on his TV while swiping through potential dates AKA victims on her various dating apps. It was so easy getting dates. Everyone wanted to go out with gorgeous Lola Gosling, social media influencer extraordinaire. It inflated the ego. But just because she had thirteen million followers didn’t mean she didn’t get anything out of the hell that it was to go on date with these rich assholes. She enjoyed the high of making someone trust her, all so she could steal from them and they be none the wiser. The drug she poured into their drinks wiped their memories. They wouldn’t even remember officially meeting her, let alone being in videos that she of course edited them out of. As far as they would remember, there had only been texts sent about possibly meeting. Nothing more.

“Hmmm… Hello, Corey,” Lola growled, lustful for the pretty blond on her screen. She swiped and they matched. “Oh, and Jacob…” She swiped and matched again. She swapped over to another app and matched with Tyler and Brendan.

“So many attractive Brits who want that good old American pie,” she murmured in a terrible Southern accent. “Well, we’ll just have to give ‘em what they want, sugar!”

Lola reached out, and by the end of the night she had dinner dates set up with all four men. The perfect number, as that was how many nights she planned to stay in London before moving onto the next city in the next country.

“Goodnight, Lucas!” Lola called as she alighted the stairs, then laughed to herself. Lucas wouldn’t be getting up and moving about anytime soon. He would stay unconscious long after she was gone. But first, a goodnight’s sleep in his bed. She had a big day coming up, walking Camden Market and meeting Corey in Highgate for dinner, drinks, and a night in his bed. Alone.

Wearing one of Lucas’ undershirts and nothing more, Lola climbed into his bed and settled in under the covers, her arms behind her head, staring unseeingly up at the ceiling. She’d been travelling around Europe for almost two months by the time she’d met Lucas, and her plan to drug her dates and use their living spaces as her own personal hotel and their cash for her own personal bank had been going splendidly. She’d only had to kill one person who woke up from the dose not being strong enough. And her followers couldn’t get enough of her videos. They all wanted to travel like Lola. Experience the world like Lola. Fuck the gorgeous people and enjoy the extreme luxuries of the wealthy.

Lola grinned.

Grabbing her phone from the nightstand, Lola turned on the camera and hit record.

“’Ello, lovelies!” she cried. “I hope you all sleep well tonight. I know I need it after the incredible- or should I say, bloody amazing day I’ve had in London! So ready for day two, but first,” she paused to fake yawn, “I need my beauty sleep! Get yours too, and don’t forget to tune in tomorrow for more!”

She stopped recording and the smile fell away from her face, focused determination replacing the forced glee. With a few taps of her thumbs, the video was posted on every social media platform she used, and before she turned off her phone for the night there were already thousands of likes and comments.

Lola flicked off the light and resettled into Lucas’ bed, her eyes heavy with the need for sleep.

She whispered to the dark room, “I love my life,” and fell asleep with absolutely no guilt at all about drugging people, stealing from them, and sleeping in their beds. Lola’s perfect day.

Thank you for reading! I'll be posting new stories every Monday. Please follow me on Social Media to stay up to date for all blog posts, books, and editing. Select the drop down menu below for links.

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Welcome back to the Taylor Swift Song Wheel Generator: The Writing Challenge!

When it comes to Taylor and her songs, they always fill my imagination up the way I believe great artists oftentimes refer to as "the muse". For my writing challenge, I took a song from an album, added a genre, and let the characters and the genre lead the way.

Please enjoy the fifth Wheel Generated Story! And if you decide to write along with me, please tag me in any Social Media posts, or send me an email so I can read it. :)

“What up, babes?! Or should I say, mates?!”

Lola giggled at her own joke, smiling a red-lipped smile, her blue eyes sparkling like they always did when she was on camera. With her arm outstretched holding her phone high above her to show off her background, she started walking.

“For the next few days, you can find me in the pub, watching rugby, and wandering the streets by Buckingham Palace and Big Ben.”

The camera left Lola for a moment, capturing the entirety of Big Ben across the bridge. Lola panned the camera back to her, opening her mouth to speak, when a charming, dark-haired man road into the shot on a navy-blue scooter.

“Hello, love!” he called, his British accent deep. “Fancy a drive?”

“OMG,” Lola whisper-shouted into the phone. “That’s my date! Isn’t he cute?”

Lola moved the phone away from her face to the man on the scooter. “Cheerio,” he said, grinning lazily at the camera. He paused for a moment, still grinning, then the smile fell away. “Was that all right?”

“It was perfect, Lucas!” Lola cried, hitting the red button and ending the video. “I’ll edit it later and tag you.” She closed the distance and skipped over to Lucas, who held out a helmet. “Thank you for playing the gorgeous, charming, British man. My followers will love you.”

“Anything for a gorgeous, charming, American woman like yourself,” Lucas replied, his tone teasing, his eyes lustful.

Lola quickly strapped on the helmet, swung her leg over the seat, and settled onto the scooter behind Lucas, wrapping her arms around him and enjoying the warmth emanating off his muscular chest. In an awful attempt at his accent, Lola asked, “Shall we go to your flat?”

Lucas chuckled. “Only if you use your own accent.”

“My American accent isn’t very sexy,” Lola whined.

The wind whipped through her dark brunette curls, sending them flying behind her perfectly. A few people stopped and stared as Lola and Lucas drove by. They could have been filming an ad campaign depicting the world’s most gorgeous couple selling perfume or expensive jewelry.

“It is sexy! Very Hollywood.”

Lola giggled and rested her chin on Lucas’ shoulder. The black jacket felt soft against her skin. She couldn’t wait to get him back to his place and see what he was really hiding underneath.

“This is it,” Lucas said about twenty minutes later, parking his scooter outside a brown-brick townhouse.

“It’s gorgeous,” Lola sighed, her blue eyes wide, taking it all in.

“It’s not that great,” Lucas replied with a grin, “but it’s home.”

Lola spun around and reached for Lucas’ hand, stepping close and letting her breasts just barely brush against his chest. Looking at him from under her lashes, she bit her bottom lip. “Show me around?”

“Oh, I’m planning on it.”

“Slow down there, tiger,” Lola giggled between kisses. “Let a girl freshen up before you pounce on her.”

“I can’t wait any longer,” Lucas said, trailing kisses down her neck. “Ever since I met you for lunch, I knew I had to have you.”

“And you will,” Lola replied, gently yet forcefully placing a hand on his chest and moving him back. “After I freshen up and you open a bottle of wine.”

Lucas grinned. “Deal. Up the stairs, first door on the right.”

She counted to one hundred, then opened the door, closed it again, and made her way back downstairs.

“Just in time,” Lucas said from the kitchen. “For you, love.” He handed her a glass of red wine.

“Perfect,” Lola said. She smelled the liquid, then took a sip. “Yep. Perfect.”

“Not as perfect as you,” Lucas cooed, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her in for a kiss.

“Oh!” she cried, her glass tilting. Wine splashed out of the glass and down the front of Lucas’ white button-up shirt.

“Bloody hell!” he cried, jumping back.

“I’m so sorry-”

“Perfectly fine,” Lucas interrupted, holding up his hand. “I was going to take this off anyways.” He winked at her. “Let me get it soaking so it doesn’t stain.”

“Again, I am so sorry,” Lola said, watching Lucas leave her alone in the kitchen. Alone with both glasses of wine.

Once she was sure he was gone for at least a minute, she spun around and dumped some of the powder into Lucas’ glass. She swirled the red wine so that the powder would dissipate. Placing it back on the counter, she took another sip of her own wine and grinned behind the rim.

“All right, where were we?” Lucas asked, strolling back into the kitchen, completely naked.

“My goodness,” Lola gasped. Her eyes raked over his naked physique. It’s too bad she wasn’t sexually attracted to him. Anyone who was attracted to straight white guys would kill to have his body on them-- and in them. He was gym-made perfection.

“I think I need to finish my wine first. Fuck! You’re even sexier than your profile pictures.”

Lucas chuckled. “That does tend to be the number one review.” He walked around Lola for his own glass of wine and she crinkled her nose, grossed out. With the glass to his lips he said, “To us. What started at my favorite restaurant in Brixton continues on to my favorite luxury bedspread.”

Lola smiled, internally cringing, as she watched Lucas take a few sips of his wine, then finish the whole thing.

“Wow,” was all Lola could think to say. She would have figured such a posh-seeming British guy like Lucas would take his time on an expensive glass of wine.

“Wow is right,” Lucas replied.

He set down the glass of wine and closed the distance between them. His lips found her collarbone, his hands on the thin straps of her dress, pushing them slowly, tantalizingly down her shoulders. Lola gasped, her heartrate quickening. Goosebumps rose where his fingers touched her skin.

“Lola,” he whispered, lowering his kisses to the top of her breast. “Lola…”

Her right breast was suddenly very wet. She looked down and moved his head a bit so she could see. There was a glob of drool on her skin.

“Lo... la…?”

Lola watched as Lucas’ eyes rolled up into his head and didn’t bother to catch him as his naked form fell to the ground. With a roll of her eyes, Lola grabbed a cloth and wiped the drool away. Then, with a satisfied smirk, she got to work.

Satisfied, she made herself a sandwich and poured a second glass of wine, conscious to step over Lucas’ unconscious body. “Sweet dreams,” she whispered with a devil’s smile.

“Hmmm… Hello, Corey,” Lola growled, lustful for the pretty blond on her screen. She swiped and they matched. “Oh, and Jacob…” She swiped and matched again. She swapped over to another app and matched with Tyler and Brendan.

“So many attractive Brits who want that good old American pie,” she murmured in a terrible Southern accent. “Well, we’ll just have to give ‘em what they want, sugar!”

Lola reached out, and by the end of the night she had dinner dates set up with all four men. The perfect number, as that was how many nights she planned to stay in London before moving onto the next city in the next country.

Lola grinned.

Grabbing her phone from the nightstand, Lola turned on the camera and hit record.

Lola flicked off the light and resettled into Lucas’ bed, her eyes heavy with the need for sleep.

She whispered to the dark room, “I love my life,” and fell asleep with absolutely no guilt at all about drugging people, stealing from them, and sleeping in their beds. Lola’s perfect day.

Thank you for reading! I'll be posting new stories every Monday. Please follow me on Social Media to stay up to date for all blog posts, books, and editing. Select the drop down menu below for links.

You can also email me at MirandaMorrisseyBooks@Yahoo.com, I'd love to hear from you!

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