"There's no need to be confused, as you will have to get used to them if you are to live here." Marianne noticed Hansel's confused look.
"I don't know, as they don't seem normal to me." Hansel replied. "But what does, is talking face to face with people."
"So I will start with a subject." Marianne smiled.
"Okay then." I half giggled.
"The first subject is music, as what music do you like?" Marianne asked.
"Good music. Why?" Hansel was confused.
"There are different types of music. I, for example, love jazz music." Marianne replied. "I love all forms of jazz. It's all I listen to, actually."
"We don't listen to much music, so whatever music we hear is good." I corrected on Hansel's behalf.
"Well you will hear loads of good music here, as my brother, cabbie Mick, listens to bluegrass and country." Marianne vowed. "The next subject is..." Marianne started blushing.
I also started to blush, but Hansel kept his cool.
"What subject is that?" I asked despite blushing.
"Have you ever... you know... loved another?" Marianne looked at Hansel.
"No." Hansel repled. "Why?"
"Because I know this may sound crazy, but you are the hottest person in hotsville." Marianne blushed some more.
"And you are trying to say?" Hansel started to blush.
"I think you know." Marianne tried to not giggle.
"I get you now." Hansel giggled.
I couldn't stop myself from giggling, and rightly so, as an hour later, we headed to bed. We were exhausted, but that did not stop Hansel and Marianne from having a... erm... private moment. The walls were not soundproof, so I could hear everything, and I laughed the entire time, as it was hilarious. Half an hour later, Hansel entered the room. He looked like he'd been dragged backwards through a haystack. He also felt like it.
"If only you could have heard the sounds you were both making." I looked at Hansel, who set up his bed on the floor.
"We heard you laughing, and were laughing whilst... oh shit, I need to be sick." Hansel put his hand to his stomach.
"You okay?" I got out of bed and put my hand on Hansel's shoulder.
"I don't know. It's just come on." Hansel replied.
The door was open, so Marianne could hear us. She ran in.
"Is everything okay?" Marianne asked us.
"I don't know." I replied, as Hansel ran out of the room and into the bathroom.
"Has he got a stomach bug or something?" Marianne was confused.
"I don't think so, as he said that it only just came on." I replied.
We could hear Hansel throwing up, as the door to the bathroom was open. We rushed to his side.
"Do you want me to call a doctor?" Marianne was worried.
"I think I'll be better come the morning." Hansel had no idea.
"If you are still like this tomorrow, I will take you to see a doctor." Marianne vowed.
"I will have to come with you, in that case." I looked at Marianne.
"Oh you sure will, as I will show you the exact spot where you were found." Marianne vowed.
The exact spot where we were found? That put a question in my mind.
"Were you there when we were found?" I asked Marianne.
"I wasn't there, as it was shown in the news. I do know the place, though, as Mick and I used to visit our grandmother there." Marianne replied.
"I thought grandparents, parents, and children, all lived together in one house." Hansel looked up, before the urge to throw up came over him again.
"Our mother was a drug addict, and abandoned us when we were babies. Our father abandoned us not long after, so we were raised by a neighbour." Marianne replied. "We thought that our neighbour was our father, until he told us not long after we'd turned 13 about our biological parents. He then told us about our grandmother, who was our only living grandparent and our only living relative aside from ourselves. She lived in a care home, having been driven to mental illness by the drug problems that our mother faced. She died when we were 19, and the care home was demolished, to make way for a scrap yard."
"Sorry to hear that." I sighed.
"It's not something I like to talk about, but you needed to know about it." Marianne rubbed Hansel's back. "How do you feel now?" Marianne asked Hansel.
"A little better, but dizzy." Hansel replied.
"Well it's good that my bed is a double, as you shouldn't be sleeping on the floor if you're dizzy." I vowed.
"I'll get a washing-up bowl for you to use should you feel the urge again." Marianne vowed.
"Okay, and please." Hansel replied to both of us.
10 minutes later, Hansel and I were in bed. He faced me, and smiled as he drifted off to sleep. Seeing him sleeping, was the cutest, most adorable, etc, thing in the entire world, and I smiled, before going to sleep myself. Marianne turned the lights off for us, and headed back to her own room, which had a single bed.