Danielle | GXG |

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DANIELLE H--2

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Danielle,

Do you understand how much I loved him?

I bet you can,

you can always understand me.

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MARCUS' HOUSE IS PRETTY small but comfortable. I love the cream walls and table that lays in the middle of the room, beside it is a small double bed. The bed lays dishevelled, his quilt scrunched up in his bed and pillows stacked upon each other. Typical Marcus, I guess I should clean it up after. In the small room is a desk and a fitted kitchen, they remain clean, outside lays a balcony -- painted green. I smiled, this is the perfect room for Marcus, small and cosy.

"Your room is great, I can't wait to tidy it up!" I giggled excitedly, I couldn't wait to see his bathroom, I'll make the walls shine...

"You have to be focusing on getting a job, remember?"

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot, Ha." I came here to live with Marcus and have a job so I can make living of myself too. Marcus and I will then have children after Marcus finishes his school and there will be three children. We will then live in a detached house with... a garden! Yes, that will be my life.

"That face, don't tell me you're dreaming about our future?" He took my case in his hand and places it in a small wardrobe, "Of course I am, who wouldn't?" He laughed and took my coat from me, placing it on the rack as I made my way to his bathroom. "Going in there already?"

"Yes, I would love to see the bathroom that you shower in each day -- I hope!"

"Go on then." With that I opened the bathroom door, it wasn't at all marvellous, just a normal bathroom- perhaps to some, yet I still stood with my mouth wide open. "This bathroom is, amazing! I love it! Oh my God, it has a bath!" Back in Nasedo we only ever had a shower (on the television we'd see Americans sitting down and resting in a huge tub) and I've always longed for a bath. The toilet sat beside the shower and the mirror stood before me, above the sink.

I stared at the hazel green eyes that did the same to me, the straight black hair that sat on my hips, my salivated lips from continuous licking and my rounded nose. I looked like a young girl that was excited beyond measure; I traced the outline of my floral skater dress. Marcus was there, staring at me with his brown eyes as if in deep thought, smiling.

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"WHAT JOB MIGHT YOU be looking for?" Marcus asked me, we sat on the floor, cross-legged. The food was on the table, an English breakfast with chopped food -- I made it. He hadn't touched his food yet, this made me very confused.

"Not sure yet, why haven't you touched the food yet?" I frowned at him, chewing the sausage, he frowned back. "I just thought you would make some Nasedo food, I've missed food like grilled garfish with potatoes and all."

"So you don't think it'll be nice?" I moved towards his plate. "I mean... I haven't tried it yet, but I'm sure it's great." I rolled my eyes in frustration, "Then eat it instead of talking about the jobs." I went to pick up his plate; he then slapped my hand softly, his eyes flaming a little bit. "Hey! I was just picking your plate!"

"Don't f*****g touch my plate without permission, Danielle!" I sat back down instantly, his voice was raised. Now, Marcus was a calm person, someone who never got angry, especially not as quick as this; I wonder what triggered this quick behaviour change. Swearing too, London has certainly changed him; I hope they change me too.

Silence filled the table, the only sound was the clanging of forks and knives, I quickly finished my food and began to wash my plate. I examined the small scabs on my fingers, from hard labour back in Nasedo. Marcus finished soon after, "I--I'll wash your plate." I told him, he refused and walked closer to the sink. "I'll do it, out of my way please." His tone sounded angry, furious almost.

"I want to wash it, it's the least I can do." Taking the plate out of his hand, he sighed, "Thank you, I'll be in the shower." He walked into the bathroom, raking his hand through his hair in frustration. What have I done?

I walked towards his bed, tucking in my pink top. I then started to fold his quilt and arrange his pillows, I also smoothened his mattress. I need to think of what job I should have, should I help kids or something? Babysitting? Should I become a tutor? N--no, I'm horrible at all compulsory subjects. Well, what about something that is more me? I put the table under the desk and began to sweep the room, lifting the carpet I swept under.

I just enjoy cleaning.

Marcus soon came; he looked around the room and smirked. "So this is what they call a girlfriend clean." His voice was husky and smooth, he came out with a top and shorts. I would have loved to see him in something...less.

"A girlfriend clean? Never heard of it." He seemed to be in a better mood. "Hmm," he turned off the light and hugged me into the bed. "You know, Nicole called today, her and her husband want to know when we'll come over." I nodded, already in his sexy trance.

He wrapped his legs around me and hugged me tight, oh yeah -- he was a cuddler. He then splayed his arm across the bed and I rested my head in his chest. I loved this position, we fit perfectly with each other, as we have for over two years. "Good night, Angel."

And with that, I forgot that mini fight I'd previously been welcomed with.

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