Loving 'Dae Dae'

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"Dae Dae?"

"Yes?"

I bit my lip, trying to stop myself from smiling. He didn't snap at me for using the nickname I gave him.

"Can I have some of your apple?"

It's lunch by now, and like yesterday I had made the journey over to Ronan's table to hang. He didn't object, just nodded at me and let me slide onto the bench opposite him. I was still feeling slightly ill from my hangover but it was quickly passing over.

"No."

"Why?" I pouted.

"Because it's my apple."

"Well.... Can I have your cookie then?"

"You mean my biscuit?"

"Sure, whatever. Can I have it?"

He mimicked my pout.

"Why?"

I glowered at him before grinning.

"Because I'm the cookie monster!" I growled playfully before giggling.

Ronan just stared before a miniscular dimple smile formed on his face. He was smiling. If I had blinked I would have missed it.

Gosh when he smiled...I can't count the amount of butterflies that spread their wings and flew in my tummy.

He muttered something under his breath.

"She's adorable... "

Did he just call me.....

Before I had time to complete my thoughts the sound of a bell ringing graced my ears.

I wanted to wring the neck of whoever installed that stupid bell in. I wanted to hang out with Ronan a bit longer. Even if it was a few minutes extra.

I packed my things, ready to go to my next class before a hand gripped my shoulder.

"Wait, Dakota."

I turned around.

"Yes?"

"Here, take this."

He shoved something into the palm of my hand before turning and heading the opposite direction of where the mass majority of our school were exiting from. He really didn't like people.

Looking down a smile spread across my face. Similar to the mad grin of the cheshire cat.

Because what he had gifted me with was a packet of tylenol, for my hangover, and two chocolate biscuits.

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"Ayla, I'm home!"

I closed and locked the door behind me before slipping into the living room as quietly as possible. Ayla didn't like loud noises.

"You can't do this to me!'

My feet stopped moving, my eyes widening at the sight before me.

Her usually neat bun was a mess of loose dark curls forgotten by the straightener she often used, the veins at her neck and forehead bulging so prominently I was scared they were going to burst. Ayla, the most immaculate and precise person I know, was a mess.

"Fine! Your fired!'

Ayla's long slender fingers then slammed the phone down. I flinched at the sound.

Her gaze snapped to me and I stilled in fear at the cynical look she gave me.

Beady dirt brown eyes trailed my figure up and down, stopping at my hips, chest and eyes before a frown graced her lips.

"You may not be conventionally beautiful for a runaway..."

My heart aches at her words, I knew my curves were too prominent and the mismatched colour of my eyes seemingly freakish but was there really a need to point it out?

"...But you do have some apeal of sorts...."

What is she talking about?

I asked her just that and her frown was suddenly replaced by a smirk.

"I'm talking about the fact I've run out of models for my new line and your going to be a replacement for one of them."

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