Danielle | GXG |

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DANIELLE H--4

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Danielle,

I'm glad we supported each other,

In many ways unthinkable,

We were both played the role of an anchor.

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"SO IT'S THIS MORNING?" Marc asks me, coming out of the shower with a towel around his waist. "Yeah, that's why I'm already dressed."

"Really? You're dressed like it's nothing new, you're going to see a landlord wearing those dresses and heels? You really need to meet Nicole soon or all you'll be wearing are skater dresses!" He sniggers, leaning onto the wall, I begin to rush to the bathroom but he grabs me in time. His arms around my stomach, he lifts me up.

"Hey," I laugh, "Let me go!"

"Never, not until you decide to take that skater dress off!" He sniggers once more, and I kick my heels off, using my feet to weaken his grip.

"Argg!" I try my best to use my strength but it just isn't enough, he carries me to the bathroom so I can see how I look.

I'm speechless when I look in the mirror, my hair is messy and my lipstick is slightly smudged at the side. I already know who did this, "You did..." I point at my face and hair, "This!"

"Let me go! We don't have much time left!" He rolls his eyes, letting me down. "It's only 4PM, let's go shopping for some new clothes." I frown knowingly, if we go shopping together, the only person that will be shopping is him. "Marc, we don't have enough money for that." I pull a string in him and his laughter submerges, "Yeah, I'm giving off an apathetic vibe right? Sorry."

I roll my eyes, "I'll do my makeup and then we'll go to the place together."

***

WE ARRIVED QUITE LATE actually---- thirty--two minutes late. It was my fault however, so I didn't pull the plug on Marcus. It was a Maisonette, brown bricks stacked upon each other, scratches on the bricks that held the building together. I would've loved it to be a bungalow or some sort, but it's little steps and the interior was something to boast about. When I buy all of the cute decor for the house...Ah! I just can't wait!

Marcus and I walk up the three cobbled steps and he opens the Iron Gate, stepping into the kingdom that I will be held hostage for a while – that's much exaggeration. I smile as I step on the smooth terrain of this front garden. I rush past Marcus as he analyzes his surroundings and take a photo of the building, posting it on Snapchat and then knock ecstatically on the door.

It's a while before the door is opened, no creaking sound, just the sound of footsteps. The smell slaps me on the face, like a haven, filled with flowers, roses specifically----I feel at home...Only just because of the smell. ­

A tall lean bald man stands at the door, wearing a black suit and dark shades. Smirking down at me, he starts, "You. What do you want, girl?"

"Uh...I believe I want this house." He nods, opening the door wide.

"Landlord?" He turns to Marcus. Marcus: the one who is wearing sandals and slim grey jeans, he adds his horrible outfit with a red jumper, his black ponytail insulting his outfit. I didn't comment, looking back at the two I sauntered off towards the room directly in front of me. The house had tiles on the floor covered by old bedsheets, the room directly in front of me was probably the living room, it was large...

"...so this is like 10 meters?" A voice, husky and smooth, the feeling of being in a bed made of clouds hits me, the same guitar case is laid on the speakers back, the same leather jacket, the same purple eye shadow and the same deep black lipstick. Her hair was tied in a messy fading blonde style, so long it trailed down to her top waist. How did her hair change so fast?

"Yeah, ask the maths guy right?" A spiky-haired blonde guy was crouched beside the wall, an aloof gaze, almost as if he was not really focused on the conversation, but all in a spiritual realm. He wore a military green hoodie with black ripped jeans and boots, "Really, the maths guy?" The bald man adds himself to the conversation, his voice deep in contrast to the blonde, coming to stand beside me.

They both peer in my direction, Danielle with a frown on her face.

***

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING here?" Danielle starts off, stuffing her hands into her jacket. "I think the real question is what you are doing here?" I retort.

"Hey, I did arrive here first. And I'm looking for a house," She glances at the blonde and bald men, "Well, I'm not looking anymore."

"Why?" Wait...isn't it obvious? Why did I ask such a stupid question, stupid Danielle! This is why when I eventually never get married to Marcus I'll soon become crazy because his girlfriend will be so much better looking than me and then I'll have depression and other diseases and they might take me to a mental asylum as a serious/dangerous patient and--

"You look like you're having an internal battle with yourself... Hello?" Danielle is staring at my eyes, I can feel her breath fanning my cheek. Her eyes are beautiful, I'm wrapped in a veil, she's on the other side of the veil, her eyes a piercing hazel blue eyes on the other side. W-what am I doing?

"You have beautiful eyes!" I spit out, she shrugs, as if she was used to that compliment. "Oh s**t, I didn't know that, now why are you here?" She steps back into place, I notice the living room is bare; only an exposed kitchen remains, situated on the left side of the living room.

How are her eyes so...beautiful like? God does indeed have his favourites.

"I want a house to rent too." Her eyebrows twitch as I say this, I've said something wrong right? What did my horoscope say today?

"Well, this one is taken, chose another."

"No, I want this house, I have like zero chance of finding a house like this and so cheap!" I groan in frustration, begging could easily be sensed from my words.

"Honestly, do I look like I care about your financial issue?"

"Well, it would be nice if you acted like you did Miss. Emo." She rolls her eyes and glares at me as if I was already a corpse, which she would still kill.

"I'm incapable of acting nice, little girl."

"I didn't know I was talking to Pinocchio--"

"--Enough!" The bald guy's deep voice echoes through the large room, interrupting the amazing retort that would've erupted from my lips, "We can think of something, I'm Howard," He then points to the spiky-haired boy in the corner who seems to be counting his fingers, "He's RM..."

***

"CAN YOU BOTH SIGN the sheet on the signature line..." Danielle and I had both agreed to live with each other, of course, Marcus did disagree at first: "Are you sure about this-- living with a stranger?" I then ensured him that I would be safe, giving my reasons: the rent will be halved and that it would be nice to meet someone new. 

{I'LL INSERT IMAGES OF HER SIGNATURE HERE - HER SURNAME IS HAMILTON}

Danielle's next to mine:

{I'LL INSERT IMAGES OF HER SIGNATURE HERE - HER SURNAME IS PARK}

I basically fought to write my name first, writing my name first gave me a larger entitlement to the house, at least that's what I believed. RM, the spiky blonde scanned our signature, "You guys have the same name?"

"Yes, Dimwit." Danielle stands up, dusting her jeans. "Oh, strange." RM hummed in thought.

"You have the same name?!" Marcus questions, his voice dripping of realisation and surprise. "Yes, we do." I replied, knowing what he was about to say, unbeknownst to my new roommate and the men.

"Oh, that's a taboo."

"I don't believe in Nasedo superstitious belief's." I focus my eyes on him, showing him that I'm not afraid; I stand up and hold his hand. He must be afraid, I mean bad luck is to come to those that have the same names and talk to each other (knowing each other's names). A strange superstitious belief right? It's been all over Nasedo, the thing that frightens people the most about this belief is that the bad luck is really extra: a painful state of being, almost like eternal hell --which is why many people in Nasedo are really careful about telling names, in restaurants: there are no name tags on the waiters and waitresses-- that's how much people fear it.

"Just be careful -- actually it's too late." He pulls a pained expression, "Well, nothing will happen to you." I pull his hood down, giving him a quick kiss. I feel him smirk as he pulls his hand around me.

I thought Marcus was more Westernised.

"Never knew you two acted in a Romance TV show," Danielle smirks at us, leaning onto RM who's staring at God knows what. "I'll be off to bring my things; I don't have the key yet, do you?"

"I have it." Howard smiles and takes the key out to show me, "Why do you have it?"

"I'm sure the Landlord gave you one, did you lose it?" He turns his direction to Marcus, Marcus then feigns checking his pockets. "He's not my--" I begin to explain but Marcus cuts me off.

"Yeah, lost it. Ha-ha."

***

"WE'LL BE HERE WHEN you come back." Howard tries to shoo us off, shutting the door in our faces.

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