Colors {Bastille: Dyle}

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Flat number 56. 56 on Floral Drive, in London. About an hour away from Will's flat. An hour in walking distance that is. The outside is quite beautiful. The flat is made of faded red-orange bricks with blue windows along with a matching door. In from is a cherry blossom tree that slightly perks up to peek through the windows. Under the cherry blossom tree is a small lawn where I keep a cushioned rocking chair with a small, round coffee table. In front of the flat is an iron fence painted black with my sky blue bicycle locked onto one of the iron bars.

The inside, in my opinion, isn't as..."pretty". As you walk inside, your nostrils are automatically slapped with the scent of cigarettes, hair dye, and a hint of liquor. So, basically, my flat smells like burning hair. Aside from the smell, the inside isn't half bad. As you enter the flat, you are led into the living room. In the corners the connect the walls and the ceiling, I have hung up strings of the average yellow lights with the white wires most people hang up around Christmas. It gives a dim glow to the room when the lights are out and it sort of puts you in a state of peace. The walls are painted a light baby blue that caused my black furniture to pop.

In the far right corner of the living room is a doorway that leads into the kitchen. The kitchen walls are the same color as the living room lights, but instead of lights, I had successfully hung up blue Hydrangea macrophylla variegata, mainly known as Variegated hydrangea. Under the hanging flowers is a window which gives my a beautiful view of the brick walls of the flat next to mine. Under the window I have my sink and across from the sink is the oven with the refrigerator next to it and the microwave next to the sink (I know that isn't a very well thought out place for a microwave, but I like it there).

The next room is the dining room. A large wooden table sits in the center of the wooden floor with only a single chair. About five feet from the table is a huge window with light blue drapes that blend in with my light baby blue walls. On the left is a wooden staircase that leads up to a hallway which leads to my bedroom which then leads to the bathroom. Along the walls of the hallway are photos with me and some of my best mates such as Woody, Will, Melanie, Ellie, Ralph, Ben, Josh, Grant, James, Sam, and some of my mates that I met in America: Ashley Danielle, Alana, Este, and Lana, along with my one Aussie mate: Alison.

In my bedroom I have a bed literally covered in the luscious color, black. This room is also the only room without a wooden floor. The floor of my bedroom is covered in black carpeting...of coarse (I didn't make it blue because I thought it would look rubbish). Next to my bed is a window and on the other side of the room I have a sliding mirror closer. Along with the window I have a small wooden nightstand with a small black lamp, my glasses, my laptop, laptop charger, phone charger, and a notebook (that's private! keep out of it!). Also, in front of my bed I keep a wooden dresser full of jeans, socks, and underwear. In my closet I keep my shoes, shirts, jackets, and sweaters.

In the bathroom I have all my essential needs. Bathtub, shower, sink, brush, toothbrush, toothpaste, face wash, hair cream, hair dryer, towels, toilet, toilet paper, and anxiety meds.

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I sit on my couch watching Twin Peaks when suddenly I hear a knock on the door. The knocking continues as I pause my show and slowly get up, pulling up my black skinny jeans, pushed that the belt isn't helping whatsoever. "Ya. Ya, I'm coming!" I slowly jog over to the door to see Will standing there. "Hey, dude, what's up?"

"You forgot to come over today." He flashes me a pissed off look.

"I'm confused. I wasn't planning on coming over today." I furrow my eyebrows as I stand in the doorway, arms folded over my chest.

"Today is my birthday, Daniel. Don't tell me you forgot. Again." Will gives me a disappointed look since last year I ditched him and Woody to fly out to America to see the Haim sisters.

"Shit, mate-" I uncross my arms bringing up a hand and running it though my blue hair, the other resting at my side.

"What a friend you are." He lets out a heavy sigh, "I'll see you tomorrow." Before I could respond, Will walks down the steps, across the lawn, through the gate, and down the street to his car.

I step back inside, closing the door behind me, walk to the couch, switch off the tellie, and I head towards the stairs in the dining room. I walk up each step thinking about how many times I have let down my two best friends. Missing Will's birthday...twice, hooking up with Woody's ex (not Chrissy) behind his back, skipping our hang out days so many times, not going to our trip to Australia because I wanted to rewatch Twin Peaks, ditching them at the soccer game, etc.

I enter my room, grab my laptop, and take a seat on my bed, facing the window. Taking a deep breath, I open my laptop, and log into Twitter.