Chapter 3

DURRR!

The buzzer to the flat rang out, startling Daisy. She'd been inking designs for Marsha and Mike's wedding cake onto the back of a Boots receipt. Marsha had gone up to her floor to have a 'little lie down'.

Daisy was also having a daydream about her own wedding. It was funny, she'd been dating Robin for sixth months, but the person she envisioned marrying didn't have his mop of curly brown hair. Instead he seemed more of a bleach blonde type… curious. Also Daisy didn't daydream about a traditional wedding day either.

Instead it was just her, and her partner, and their closest friends in a registry office. Nothing fancy, just… right. And then later she and Tim would have a massive party and … Tim? Where did his name pop up from?

Besides, she loved Robin. Or at least she thought she did. She liked how clever he was, and he could be very kind. And Tim had made it clear that he didn't care less who Daisy went out with. If his disinterested behaviour over the past few months showed her anything, it was that Tim obviously had never held any romantic notions towards her.

DURRR!

The buzzer rang again, this time it was accompanied by a banshee like, high pitched, and angry.

"I know you're in there Daisy Steiner! I don't care if you don't want to see me! I'm coming in, because I'm cold and hungry and there's a man in the street who keeps looking at me, and he smells funny and I think he may be wearing Brut, and you know I'm allergic!"

By this point, Daisy had already made it down the flight of stairs and flung the door open.

"Twist! It's great to see you! You look fabulous!"

"Daisy! Good to see you to… still not conditioning your hair I see." said Twist Morgan, casting a scrutinizing eye over her friend.

Daisy was wearing a pair of flared jeans, a pair of Tim's socks that didn't match and a blue t-shirt that said 'Hustle' on it. Her hair was loose and she was wearing a plastic beaded necklace.

Twist looked like a complete juxtaposition of Daisy. Her hair was up, in two 'messy' (but in actual fact, stylishly tousled) buns, on top of her head. Her make up was flawless, as was her pink dress and matching cardigan. She was wearing high heeled sandals, despite the chilly spring weather. And she carried with her three large pink suitcases and a small handbag (also… you guessed it, pink).

Twist swept past Daisy, into the hall and up the stairs.

"So much to tell! Honestly, life has been a complete whirlwind these last few months!" Twist turned as she reached the fifth step, to look back at Daisy.

"Oh darling, be a love and bring those up will you? I'm so tired from carrying them from the taxi…" That was a lie. She'd made the poor taxi driver carry them up the path for her, and she hadn't tipped him. Life is just so much easier for pretty girls.

Daisy looked at the suitcases, looming at her.

Just then, Tim and Mike wandered back up the path, back from the pub and their 'manly' chat.

"Alright, Daisy?" asked Tim, at his flatmate's slightly stricken expression.

"Yeah, Twist's here" she replied.

"Twist? She's back from filming porn films in New Mexico?" asked Tim.

"That was just a rumour. And yes, she is back, and I think she's staying with us. And she wants me to take her bags up for her." she gestured to the monolithic pile of suitcases on the doorstep.

"Well, Mike and I will help, wont we, Mike? Mike's specialist skill in the TA is heavy lifting." said Tim, like a proud Dad.

"Really?" asked Daisy.

"Yes, it seems all those years carrying injured rugby players off the pitch paid off." said Mike, a wistful glint in his eye.

"Oh, were you on a Rugby team?" asked Daisy

"No, no. Just a hobby of mine. Alright, Forward as One, people!" said Mike as he lifted a case and began to ascend the stairs.

Daisy and Tim both reached for the same case, and then both stepped back. They smiled, awkwardly, as Tim picked both up, and handed Daisy one.

"Here, this one's lighter." he said, smiling at her. She grinned back as she took the case, and promptly, fell into him, dragged down be the weight.

There was another awkward moment before Tim righted Daisy, as they stood there, almost hugging each other.

And then they both moved away, the spell broken. Tim attempted a joke to ease the odd atmosphere that enshrouded them both.

"I said it was lighter, not that it was full of air! I mean, it's Twist, she's probably got a

pair of shoes for everyday of the month in there!"

Daisy smiled. She would never know that the funny, heart flippy feeling in her chest was exactly the same feeling that Tim was hiding so well.

He looked at her for a moment as she picked up the dropped suitcase. She was his friend, she was clumsy and she made him laugh. Since when did she make him feel all… gooey on the inside? She was his friend… when did she become a girl? And not just any girl, the only girl that he was willing to carry heavy suitcases up the stairs for. It made no sense to Tim.

"C'mon, she'll probably want to change her outfit to match the décor." said Daisy, wryly.

By the way 'Forward as One' is a phrase used by the Royal Infantry and does not belong to me. K?

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