I stood staring at the brown door, which was staring right back at me. 505. I felt as if I was shoved in to an Arctic Monkeys video, to the song 505. A girl covered in tattoos and emerald green hair strolled behind me swearing into her phone, I shuddered not wanting to know what was in the pockets of her jacket. I clutched the door key before I it rammed into into the lock and twisting it. The door sung open, I stared at a massive appartment, gasping as I walked in.
The walls looked damp and cold and for the floor, well where do I begin to moan about them? I had just moved miles away from my family to become an interior designer in Sheffield and I've ended up here. I moaned angrily as I kicked the front door shut.
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"This place is discussing Aims!" I moaned down the phone line.
"Go find Alex Turner!" Aimee laughed, my bestfriend.
"You're really not helping!" I cried.
"Hun, go and explore it's probably no worse than Hastings!"
"I'd rather sleep in the middle of Camden Market, outside a shisha bar!" I moaned.
"But you secretly love Camden Di" Aims laughed. Shit she knew me way to well.
"Urgh, go back to you're fries twatface" I laughed while I walked down some road.
"Okay fuckface, text me later"
I cut off the call and carried on walking, 505 was stupidly stuck in my head, urgh! I hummed it as my boots clacked on the pavement. Fists clenched in the pockets of my leather coat I tripped into something, which smelt quite nice!
"Woaah sorry" I smiled as I pulled away from a tight clasp around my body.
"Too busy hummin' 505 weren't ya?" The man asked. He had a proper northern accent which slightly lead me up north from Kent, in the South East of England. He had gelled back brown hair, similar to Alex Turners.
"Yeah, how'd you know?" I asked scratching my head.
"I ain't dumb, someone has to Alex don't they?" The guy smiled.
"Suppose, well I'm gonna go back to 505" I smiled.
"You wished you live there, don't ya lass?"
"I do, and I'm going back to 505 which I wish was a 45 minute drive but it's just there" I huffed slightly smiling.
"Alright then, London" he laughed. I smiled as I walked back to my crappy flat.
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Short first chapter.
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What happens (quotes):
~"Oi lass, it's you again in'tit?" I heard. I turned around to see the guy from yesterday.
~"I can't calm my tits! What if he wakes up?" I ask.
~"You sure you're not my long lost twin or summin'?" Alex laughed
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505
Teen FictionBasically, Dion Ricardo is an English newly graduated interior designer with two other designing degrees! She's stunningly beautiful because of her foreign parents, Greek and Portuguese. Di moves miles away from her family and home in the South East...
