michael clifford was lying on his couch, watching an old ellen episode. he loved the woman. her sense of humor, interpersonal skills and sofa sets made the world a better place to live in.
he took another slug of coke, the perfectly chilled liquid running down his throat. he felt bugged up. something was there in his chest. ever since he woke up that morning, that feeling in his chest was present.
he felt like he was expecting something. someone even. who or what could that be? was it some package from his parents? it was impossible, they rarely sent him packages. he tried shaking it off with several cans of coke, but not one single drop worked.
until that silly, old, broken doorbell rang. he never planned on fixing that old thing, even though its sound was more irritating every time it rang.
michael ran towards the door and looked through the translucent glass partition of the door. there stood a silhouette of a tall girl. she looked like she had travel-sized bags with her.
who's this, a new roommate? michael scoffed. he never had a roommate. well, there was mr. andersen who was divorced but he kept begging his ex-wife to take him back and she did.
everyone in the apartment was annoyed of him. his presence was equal to those grumpy old men you see in movies, wherein just one look at them, they'd send you a death glare which pisses you off.
he opened the door and all of a sudden, his systems seemed to pause all at once. there stood the girl he spent his whole childhood and puberty stage with.
danielle.
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hello again !
pls dont be confused w the numbers u will all understand them someday ;-)
sorry this was short i'll try to make the other chapters much longer
50 reads until i post the next chapterrr
-kiko
