MALADRESSE ✞

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. . . Let's begin . . .

"Mama Mia!"

"No, you aren't putting enough effort into it!"

"Maybe we should just ring up Marzia and get her to say it."

"That's actually not a bad idea."

So that is how I ended up calling Marzia at ten O'clock at night, wanting to know if I was saying 'Mamma Mia!' in an Italian accent.

"Hello?" We hear a beautiful familiar voice say, while I hold my phone in front of my face after putting it on loudspeaker.

"Hey, Marzia!" Me and Peej day in unison.

"Hey Dan, hey Peej, what's up? Why are you ringing at this time at night?" I hear her yawn down the phone.

"We want to know how to say something in an Italian accent," PJ explains.

We hear a huff on the other side. "It this thing you want to say something that Mario says? Something along the lines of 'Mama Mia'?" She asks.

"That's how you say it! Thank you! Bye!" We both say before hanging up.

We giggle before deciding we should change into something more comfortable. I walk into my room and pull out some pyjama shorts, a long sleeved pyjama shirt and a clean pair of boxers before deciding I wanted a shower.

"Peej, I'm going in the shower, do you need the toilet first?" I ask, walking into the living room where he was lounging lazily on the sofa, browsing Netflix.

"Peej?" I call out again.

"No, I'm good," he says, and I nod before walking down the hallway to the bathroom.

I turn on the shower and I strip off, giving the water time to adjust to the temperature I want instead of being burnt and frozen standing in the shower while it decides to do it.

I step into the shower and I relish in the amazing feeling of the water cascading down my body gracefully, as if from falling from the soft looking clouds from above. I only spend about ten minutes actually washing my hair and body, and yet I was still in the shower for what had to be at least an hour.

I was just standing there thinking, thinking about what has happened in the space of a month.

I met Phil.
I had a panic attack because of Phil.
PJ moved in.
We had some sort of 'double date' with Phil and Chris.
I saw the guy who had ruined my high school life.
I kissed Pj.
I made out with Pj.
I enjoyed making out with Pj.

Wait, why am I listing things? I hate lists. I roll my eyes before turning off the shower, getting out and quickly drying my body and pulling on the clothes I got earlier on.

I leave my hobbit hair, deciding to do it straighten it tomorrow if we make plans to step outside into the horrifying reality that there was more to life than video games and unhealthy food and takeaways.

"You look cute with your hair like that."

"I hate it." I grumble, sitting down on the sofa.

"Why you sitting there?" He asks before pulling my arms causing me to fall and lie in between his legs, my head resting on his chest, rising and falling with each breath he takes.

I didn't say anything, I didn't know what to say, so I kept my mouth shut and quite frankly, hoped for the best.

"Dan?"