Danielle | GXG |

____________ Danielle, Our talks were so memorable, You always replied. ______________ DANIELLE H--1 "I'M ON THE TRAIN now, well, actually I'm getting the train in a few minutes." I replied to the cell on my hand, looking franticly at tracks. I could not wait any longer for it, my feet scraped on the smooth floor tiles as I read the minutes left for the train: TIME TILL: WOOLWICH ARSENAL STATION: 3 MINUTES I guess I can wait those 3 minutes, "Should I come and pick you up at Woolwich? I should, shouldn't I--I will." I heard a clatter of plates coming from the cell. "Thanks, Marcus, I love you so much." He would never know how much I do; I'm starting to feel it isn't healthy to love a human so much. "Yeah..." I heard the shuffling of metal in the background, "How do you feel about coming to the UK?" He questioned me. "I feel curious, but I don't expect it to be that great--" "Oh trust me, Danielle, it's awesome." I looked at the cloudy sky, and then the faces of the people taking the train with me, they looked excited, how come I wasn't? "I've been wondering why I'm not so excited: it's probably because, for the past year, you've been telling me about all of your fun in London. I literally have a picture of every street in my brain!" A deep laugh came from the phone, along with the sound of shattering plates. "Oh no. Shit." "What?" "Plates f*****g shattered on the floor." I fell into heavy fits of laughter, hearing the sound of the tracks vibrating, the train was coming soon. A crowd of people rushed into the centre of the pavement, hoping the train would stop in their area. I grabbed my flower printed suitcase and rushed to an area where few people stood. "The train is here Marc, Ha." "Welcome to London, in advance, see you soon Danielle!" He ended the call in seconds and the train soon arrived, opposite the centre of the pavement. Rushing to the centre I groaned as few people got off the train and many began to scrape their feet on the vehicle. Would there be space for me? I pushed and shoved through; a tall teenage girl rolled her eyes and pushed me back to where I started. Oh well. Finally, I got on the filled train, peering for seats. The interior of the train was plastered with deep blue wallpaper, it's chairs painted ashy grey and covered with ink at its back. The windows were smudged at the edges with dirt and some small graffiti; nothing special about this train. As this was a train for long distances, there were many seats and about twelve straphangers. As I travelled through the sea of angry creatures, the train started its engine. I found a spare seat, with a guitar occupying it, a few minutes later. I was just about to tap the woman that seemed to have earplugs sucked in her ears when-- "Sorry!" I fell into her lap, her guitar, almost falling onto the ground was in her hand, good; she caught it on time. She pulled her plugs off and replied, her voice husky and soft. "It's totally cool, I'm perfectly fine with a cute girl falling on my lap when the train is moving. No sarcasm included." She smiled at me, her dimples appearing at the side of her lips. She was so beautiful, her lips were full with black lipstick worn on them, she had dark purple eye shadow and tan skin. She had a fringe, the back of her hair resting on her shoulders -- raven black hair. Her ears were decorated with earrings and her fingers with rings. She wore a spike studded choker and a black leather jacket with a plain black top, she also had one piercing on her nose and a loose cigarette on between her lips. Her smile seemed genuine, her monolid eyes staring at me; I smiled and got from her thighs. "Can I sit here?" "Yeah." *** "MY THIRD BOYFRIEND HAD a wife. I knew this whilst we were dating, but I couldn't care less. I didn't even feel sorry for the wife he probably had clueless of our meets." I used the napkin to wipe my face and rambled on. "There was this time we went to a love Hotel, our favourite Hotel was called Sinema. Over there he always had this extra confidence, he used to be rougher with me more. Oh, sometimes we went to some five-star restaurants, he used to pay for the food and everything. There was this romantic time where he came over to where I was working and waited for me to get out. So romantic right?" I asked her and she replied softly: "The most romantic thing I've ever heard, continue." "Okay, so the sad thing is that he never told me his name, whenever I asked him questions he always dismissed them." She laughed, "He sounded like such an open guy. I'm surprised." "How old are you? Like 17 and you've had more guys than me." "I'm twenty--one!" I wailed like a baby, "Do I really look that young?" She shook her head and exhaled, some floating around us, I didn't mind the heavy coal smell. "No, you just look really cute, I guess." I nodded in agreement, a blush probably forming around my cheeks. "How old are you?" "Same age." "Unlucky, you look a lot older for your age, old woman." I laughed absentmindedly and then she murmured: "Says you who has the maturity of a seven-year-old." I rolled my eyes at this comment and continued my story of boyfriends, moving on to the topic of why we were taking the train to London. "I came to become a successful Musician; London is a great place to start for a person like me." She started off, her eyes moving over to mine and smiling, she wanted me to tell her my reason: "I've come to make a living here and be with my boyfriend," She sniggered at me. "Another one?" I nodded, blushing, is it really that bad that I have many men I socialise with in a romantic manner? "He tells me all about his trips here, he's like: 'Danielle! I've seen a high-end restaurant for the first time!' or like 'There's an open pool!', he blabs a lot." I smiled at her pleasantly, noticing the perplexed look on her face--which was the first time her cool mask had been wrenched off. "Your name is Danielle?" I nodded, "Why?" She beamed at me, "My name is Danielle too." We soon established that we were the same age, had the same name and same dates of birth-days, though on different months. Danielle brought two cans of coke from her plastic bag and handed one over to me, I thanked her we both opened it. "Toast?" "For what?" She began thinking at my question and answered: "For good f*****g health and so our dreams will come right through our asses." I bumped my can against hers and began to chug the drink, laughing at her words, receiving disapproving looks from other passengers following my actions. *** THE RIDE WITH DANIELLE was grand but we soon had arrived at our destination, "I enjoyed that chat with you!" I said, beaming at her as she grabbed her guitar and I my suitcase. "Same, I really enjoyed listening to you, it was amazing hearing about all of your boyfriends--" She was interrupted by the female voice on the intercom. "--We have arrived at Woolwich Arsenal Station, please carry your luggage and remember to rate us online at..." "As you were saying?" I asked her one more time as people started to rush off the train, "Eh, nice meeting you!" She waved her hand at me and rapidly walked away, I would have loved it if she stayed to meet Marcus, they would have loved each other. Marcus ran up to me as I stepped off the train. So, this is the London he has been shouting about. It was marvellous: the streets bustled with people, filled with lampposts planted on the pavements that apparently lit heavily through the night, (told by Marc) I was still inside the train station and could barely see outside. Marcus hugged me tight and rested his head on my shoulder, "Danielle..." He inhaled my body odour that was probably covered in sweat and cursed. "f**k, you're actually here!" I slapped his shoulder, "Since you've been here you've been swearing like a sailor, goodness me!" He smirked at me and kissed my rosy cheeks, he wore black trainers and a long brown jacket hogging his curves. Soft puppy brown eyes stared into my hazel-green eyes, his shoulder-length hair messed his cheeks flushed with his pale skin. Smiling, I told him about my train ride and rambled on about how overjoyed I was to be in London, the London he had always boasted about. We strolled past the machines and people, out into the open. A huge sign stood outside a shopping market, saying 'WOOLWICH MARKET', this was it. ____