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Talks

      "You know, this is a really safe neighborhood, so you don't have to lock your doors, or windows." I said, and they looked suprised.
        "Really?" Avi inquired.
        "Yup. And everyone knows everyone here. They all are really nice. Once you move in, they become your second family," I explained, "It really doesn't matter if your famous or not, they become family and you get treated like everyone else. Everyone in the complexes knows when someone new moves in, and word travels quickly. Then, each day, someone stops by to introduce themselves. At least, that's what happened with me and my sister when we moved here 3 years ago. I got plenty of guy visitors, but I just pushed them off. I mean, I don't even get why guys try to be sexy, when they just fail and end up being friend-zoned." I blabbed on. "It's li- DAMMIT! Why do I have to blab on about everything then awkwardly change the subject?! Sorry about my blabbering." Mitch just chuckled. "What? Is my blabbering funny to you? It's a condition when you've read to many books." I said, pouting.
        "It's fine, Danielle. Anyway, that's pretty cool. We should get to know each other better." Kirstie said.
        "Okay. I'll start off with my name. My name is Danielle Vinson, and I just turned 17 years young. Today, on this wonderful 15th of June. At 11:21 am, 17 wonderful years ago, my mom gave birth to this." I said, motioning to myself. "Take it in people." I chuckled. I told them a lot about my life, except the part about me moving away. Only me and my sister know why. I told them from my least greatest moment, to my most favorite moments. "And one of my newest, most favorite moments is my sister, being in Ireland, and meeting One Direction, and me being here, in my home town, meeting Pentatonix."  I said, and earned 'awwe's' from them.
        "Wait, your younger sister is in Irealnd, and she met One Direction? Also, on the same day you guys were born? She's one lucky little nugget," Kevin said, making us laugh, "What? It's true!"
        "Also, it's my birthday, and I'm 17. I'm also more lucky than her, because I am talking to you guys." I said, getting even more shy than I was before.
        "Don't look down, sweatheart. Be proud. Not shy." Avi said. I looked up and smiled at his politeness.
        "Sorry. I have a little switch up of emotions, and right then, shyness took over me. Earlier was weird, now was shy, and.... oh shit! Next I'll be awkward or embarrassing. I'm not letting it take over me! Not this time! I regret nothing!!!" I said, and earned laughs. I joined in, and then looked at my phone for the time. It was 12:05! Oh my God! I needed to get home!
        "Sorry for the short stay, but I need to get going. I need to get home, or my neighbor might think I got kidnapped or something. I've never actually been over, and stayed, at a friends house for the night unless it was already arranged. I need to get going." I said, getting up.
        "Awww. But I don't want you to leave. We only just met an hour ago!" Kirstie said, putting on a pouty face.
        "It was two hours ago, but I have to leave otherwise my neighbor will literally call the cops or something, for holding me so long." I said, sadly.
        "A pretty girl like you shouldn't walk home alone, so I'll walk with you to your house." Mitch said.
        "Oh, no. You don't have to do that, Mitch. I'll be fine on my own." I protested.
        "No, I insist. I want to walk you home, Danielle. Please?" Mitch asked.
        "You're not going to win this battle, Danielle. Just let him walk you home." Scott whispered in my ear. I jumped because I didn't know that he got that close to me.
        "Fine." I whispered back. "Okay, I'll let you walk me home, Mitch."
        "Yes!" Mitch whispered, probably thinking I couldn't hear him. I looked at him and he smiled.
        "Let's get going, shall we?" I asked.
        "We shall." Mitch answered. I grabbed my keys, phone, and put on my shoes. I headed out the door, with Mitch slowly following behind.
        "Hey, Mitch." I said, trying to make some small-talk, but failed in the process.
        "Hi, Danielle." Mitch said.
        "Please call me Dani." I inquired.
        "Okay, Dani." Mitch answered, smiling at me. I smiled back at him lightly. "You know, you never told us your hobbies."
        "I didn't tell you guys my hobbies, well, because you guys would probably think it's cheesy or sad, and pity me. I didn't want you guys to not like me." I said, being truthful and serious.
        "How would we not like you? You sent us amazing gifts and your hand written letters were amazing. You're different, you can have that, but we always like different. We look for different in people. And you were just that." Mitch explained. I started blushing and looking down at my sneakers. They seemed so interesting at that exact moment. I took in about almost every detail before Mitch started talking.
        "Look up, beautiful. I want to see your perfect face." Mitch said, making me want to stay looking at my shoes the whole way home. I felt, soft, delicate fingers lightly moving my head up. I looked up, only to see Mitch's dazzling eyes locked on me. Half of me wanted to look away, and the other half wanted to stay right where I was. I chose to look away, but immediately regretted it. I felt him take a step back, and I looked up again. 
        "S-Sorry. I-I don't know what came over me." Mitch whispered.
        "It's fine. You were just trying to get me from underneath my shy-phase again." I sighed. Why does my brain have to put me through this?
        "No, it's not. I shouldn't have tried that. I'm so stupid!" Mitch said.
        "Don't say that, Mitch! You were just trying to get me to look up. You're not stupid, you're brilliant! You're brilliant for trying new things, and always believing in the different. The outcasts. Me." I stated.
        "Thanks for complimenting me, but I should be the one complimenting you." Mitch protested.
        "I don't care if you compliment me or not, I jut want to spend time with you." I said. We had stopped walking, and we were standing in te middle of the field.
        "That is the nicest thing you've said so far, bravo." Mitch said, clapping his hands.
        "We should get walking again." I said, changing the subject.
        "Yeah. Let's go." Mitch said.