This is life.

56 ➤ A fun evening

A/N- Finally chose Chanel's character, it's Dannie Riel, aka the angel that fell on earth haha just joking, she's a model if you're wondering and yes she's Chinese but not full. There's a photo of her for some visual aid, you're welcome x Shes's got the dimples, the asianish, the cuteness I want for the character so she fits in quite smoothly (No she's not british but she'd be hella hot with an accent though, wouldn't she?)

"Do you like it?" She gestures to her new hair and second facial piercing. I bring a hand to my mouth in frustration. "How long were you blonde for?" I asked. "I think a month." She shrugged. "I couldn't handle it! I missed my black hair." She pouted. "What do you think about the lip piercing? You think it's a good look?" I raise an eyebrow. "I guess. Did it hurt?" "Not so much getting it but the pain is sinking in over time." "Don't you feel you're overdoing it with the piercings?" She shakes her head with a genuine expression. "Why do you ask?" "You're too young to be making such vivid choices. How many more piercings do you have?" I spoke as we stepped in line. "I have a belly piercing and five on my left ear, two on my right." She informs. "I have- no, never mind, sorry. That's all the piercings I have." She laughs, blushing slightly. I let it go, not understanding what she had implied. "I'm thinking about getting angel bites, soon." She says enthusiastically. "Angel bites?" I tilt my head. "It's basically two sets of double lip rings." I grimace at the visualisation. "Also maybe dimple piercings. It's a hard look to pull off but I reckon I can." I shudder slightly. "What?"

"They both sound horrible." I tell her. "It's sexy." She exclaims with a chuckle.

This is the part where she excuses herself for showing the slight immaturity that's still in her. I dismiss my judgemental thoughts. "Do you have any other tattoos other than your hand?" I asked. "Just a few, but don't lecture me because they all mean a lot." She said. "I won't. Did you do anything else today?" She hums before answering. "I trained at a 24 hour gym I found earlier, it was hard because I had no partner but I pulled through. I also went shopping, and I got an extension to my hand tattoo." Chanel says casually. I wonder how she managed to get all of these things done within the last few hours. "Really? Show me." She holds up her hand before taking off the bandage covering the sensitive area. Under the bracelet-like tattoo on her wrist was a basic black cross. "It looks good." I let her know. "Thanks. I've been meaning to finish it off for some time now. It looks a bit like a bracelet doesn't it?" I agree before asking her, "How long do you train for?" Out of pure curiosity. "Minimum time would be three hours. But you see I train for wrestling, and boxing and taekwondo and just a bit of everything. I persue a lot of fighting styles because I'm very keen on the whole feild. I love the adrenaline and the feeling to it all. Without a trainer it was a bit hard today, but believe me when I say I had plenty of offers." She laughs as she finished her sentence. "What do you mean?"

"You wouldn't believe the amount of attention I recieved. It was very annoying, if I'm being honest. I'm trying to train and every other minute someone will come up and ask for a photo or an autograph or whatnot. I mean of course I don't mind but when I train I don't like to be interrupted. I like to focus and concentrate. I'll go back to the same gym tomorrow but only because I'm sure some story will be made up about me neglecting or hating on someone. I notice the paps here in America are so obnoxious, no offence. I mean you haven't experienced u.k paps but I'm sure you'd agree." I nod shortly with a small smile. "See I'm not being nasty. They really are just so insensitive sometimes. But even some people here are so rude. Seriously all I want is to do what I love in peace." I nod understandingly and sigh.

"Do you not like the fame?" "It's not so much I don't like it, to me it's just unexpected. I try to be average, because I am. I'm not too good looking, I'm pretty boring. I still try to participate in the usual stuff people my age go through like uni and a normal relationship. I mean I specialise in fighting I guess and I am on shows and stuff but I'm still young. I haven't done anything too great to make me expect people to bow down to my feet or anything. Do you get what I'm saying?" I nod truthfully and smile. "I can tell you're a good person. Even when you're describing something you find annoying you say it kindly and explain yourself." She looks panicked for a second as she replies. "I do?" "Yeah but that's not a bad thing." I don't say anything else as we enter the theatre to watch the movie. Captain America or something like that. I'm pretty sure it's a sequel of some sort. I didn't pay too much attention while the movie played. I was too distracted by Chanel's keen interest as she watched.