~New friends~
~Danielle P.O.V~
New day, new city, new school... I'm used to it by now. My parents are almost never home, my mom's a designer and my dad... well, I don't actually know what he does. But that means I get to have our house for myself (Picture on top^). It's not that I don't miss them, but I like my alone time. My mom looks a lot like me, but she's way prettier. I have my dad's nose though, and hair color. Every time I look in the mirror, I don't think of myself as pretty, just... normal. My friends tell me that I'm beautiful, but I don't think anyone is actually beautiful, they're just, normal. But, enough talking. It's the last month of school, and it's summer vacation soon. As I wake up I look at my phone and take a picture for Instagram, cause why not?Daniellebrown
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Yes, I know, I have a lot of followers. I don't really know why. I have tik tok and I guess I'm kinda popular there. It started when I made a tik tok with Payton, and then one with Madi. They're my best friends, and I do live in North Carolina, as well as Payton and Madi. Payton and Madi are both way more popular than I am, but still, I do have a little pizazz, or whatever it's called. When I first started talking to Payton, I honestly had a slight crush on him. But that faded when I realized how great friends we became.
Okay, now I really need to stop getting off-topic. When I'm done looking through Instagram I walk up to my bathroom, and usually my nanny, yes I know... I have a nanny, she picks out clothes for me. So I get ready for the day and finally get to... school...
At school, everything was the same, same classes, same boring lunch. Everything just the same. And after school, I ride my motorcycle home again. But when I got home, the strangest thing ever happens. I get called by a random number.
(##)-###-###-#### is calling
answer decline
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"Hello?" I question, crossing my legs on my grey covered bed while logging onto my computer. "Hello, is this Noah Foster?" It was a boy, he had a soft, smooth voice. "Uhh, no, but he does go to my school." I let out a small giggle. "I think you ave the wrong number" I sigh. "Well, I don't regret it." I think for a second, trying to figure out what he meant. "What do you mean?" I ask as I pull up Netflix on my computer. "Now, I get to know someone from my new school." He lets out a chuckle and I think I can hear him smiling. "Sure, why not get to know each other while we're at it"
There was a slight pause. "I'm Noen Eubanks." He said as he broke the silence. "I'm Danielle Brown, but my friends call me Dani" I wonder if Noen is a popular name... "Nice to meet you, Dani." I think I'm going to get a friend out of this. "So, why were you looking for Noah?" I was generally curious, since, Noah isn't really the type of person you would've like to meet first. "He is supposed to show me around the first day of school. Kinda like a 'first friend' at your school." I laugh a little, knowing that Noah would hate to tour someone and have someone shadowing him. "I think someone might have misunderstood something. Noah hates responsibilities and people following him, which means, you'll have to be walking around alone" I roll my eyes, knowing that Noah is incapable of even having friends.
"Let me guess? You were together, he moved on to another girl and left you behind, hurting you incredibly" I scoffed, knowing that he was right, except for one thing. "Well, we were together. But he cheated on me with the school's bitch, I can't even remember her name since she left school about two months ago. But I didn't know until my best friend Madi tell me." I paused a little, trying not to cry. "He forced her. My own best friend. And I was furious, I went to his house the next day and confronted him and left his cheating ass, telling his mother what he did as well. And the next day again, I was walking through a shortcut to the store. It's an alley, well, he was there." Then I paused again, while tears were now streaming down my cheeks.
"He forced me aswell... It took me two weeks to tell anyone. And now, he was expelled, until his dad, a lawyer, said that they had to let him come back to school until anyone has proof that he... uhm.. you know." I sighed and brushed away my tears. "Wait, but that's bullshit!" Noen almost shouted. "Yeah I know, but he has left me alone the past week though." I chuckled a little while sighing.
"Let us talk about something else" I suggested. "Sure, let's find out what we have in common" I laughed. "Sure, ask me anything"
"Coke or Pepsi?"
"Coke, but on most days..."
"Please say root beer" I jump out of bed, my jaw dropping to the floor. "What!?" I laughed, still in shock. "Okay, well, how about pineapple on pizza?" I had to think a little bit since I've never tried it. "Well, I've never tried it, but if you like it, then I don't have a problem with that". He chuckled. "I would love to stay up all night having a long meaningless conversation with a guy I've never met, who could easily be a murderer." I stared at the new contact 'Noen :)' "Well first off, the conversation wouldn't be meaningless, did you know that the best dates are long conversations."
"Well, I wouldn't know that" I huff and roll my eyes. "Shut up, you're literally the most exciting person I've met" I giggled a little... wait... how many times have I giggled during this? Oh no... I can't like this guy already. "Well, you haven't met me yet, so that doesn't count." He chuckled. "Well I guarantee you, I am not a serial killer, less a murderer. And I would love staying up all night and talk to you." The last sentence came out in a smooth comforting tone. Like hot chocolate and a fuzzy blanket on a cold winter night. Well, we did what we said to do, we talked all night. Noen and I talked for about 9 hours, and then we fell asleep on the call.
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Wrong Number {n.e}
Fanfiction"I think you have the wrong number..." "Well, I don't regret it"