Amoe (on hold)

Chapter one

Dan's P.O.V

I'ts a typical Monday morning I guess, i'm procrastinating from making a video, scrolling through the same twitter feed from two minutes ago, and continuously checking my phone to see if any human life form ACTUALLY has the curtsy to check i'm not dead or anything. They all rely on Phil to tell them if I get in some sort of freak accident, but i'd be lying if I didn't admit, Phil would most likely to be the cause of some sort of accident, with his clumsy nature and progressive 'smart' ideas.

"Dan! I'm going to have to force you to leave your sofa crease!" I hear my flatmate Phil shout, and I let out a long exaggerated sigh,

"Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy" I grumble, over emphasizing the 'y', Phil walks into our living room,

"because you know my parents are coming to dinner tonight and I need you to help me clean the apartment" Phil whined, coming over to my side and giving me the puppy dog eyes, How the hell can this man be older than seven!?  let alone over twenty! 

"finee" I sigh, pushing my laptop off my knees and standing up, I get a quick glimpse of myself in our red framed mirror, and give my hair a quick check, pushing it into place,

sometimes I wish there was a girl out there that would tolerate my awkwardness, and accept me for who I am, that isn't some fan-girl, I think to myself, but that's never going to happen...

Ama's P.O.V

I look into the mirror, and stare blankly at my black shirt, black leggings and black socks, i'm wearing completely black as usual, I feel it reflects my personality well.

my flatmate Zoe says it reflects my soul, but what does she know? she's a fluffing walking Christmas tree.

then again, she's probably right, I spend more time sat in my bedroom and being the anti-social twat I am, than trying to 'make new friends', or 'enjoy the community of London life' I have a Starbucks down my road and that's PLENTY or exercise for me thank you, when ever I see those joggers in London who think there 'so amazing because they can ACTUALLY RUN WITHOUT TASTING BLOOD' I just want to slap them in the face and shove a burger in their mouth...sadly I can never catch up with them to do these things.

once again, I'm getting side tracked, I managed to go from talking about my flatmate to slapping a exercise freak, and how long have I been staring in this mirror for? I should probably go down and check Zoe hasn't burned the house down accidentally or got stuck in a cupboard- (it wouldn't be the first time).

"Zoe?" I call, and a crash is heard from the kitchen,

"oh hello Ama, i'm fine, as i'm definitely not the clumsiest flatmate in existence of course there's no danger of leaving me alone for five minutes in a house!" I mimic, giving the answer I would love to know true, which sadly isn't.

I rush into the kitchen and see Zoe lying dazed on the floor, surrounded by saucepans and pots, and I give her the 'are you serious you complete and utter twit' look, 

"oh hey Ama!" Zoe grins at me, acting oblivious to the mess she has obviously created, 

"what. have. you. done" I ask simply, staring blankly at Zoe,

"THE CAT DID IT!" Zoe shouted, and I mentally face palm, 

"we don't have a cat Zoe, that's the fifth time these past few days you've used that excuse!" I say, running my hand up through my hair, so it's brushed out my face, and Zoe gives me a cheesy grin,

"okay, I MAY have been attempting to get the secret tin of biscuits youv'e hidden on top of the cupboard..." Zoe admits quickly, and I smirk at her, 

"just as I thought" I smiled, enjoying interrogating Zoe. I hold out an arm, which Zoe gladly accepts, and I pull her to her feet, "can I still have a biscuit?" Zoe asks, giving puppy dog eyes, and I roll my eyes at her before handing her a custard cream and popping one in my mouth also,

sometimes I can't bring myself to believe that girl is older than four! let alone in her twenties!