A/N: I've purposely made grammatical/spelling errors in quotes here because it's the way the characters speak. I'll probably have to carry it through the whole story now. See if you can spot any!
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Danielle slowly opened her eyes. She flinched as the sun was shining through the curtains and her head was pounding. She raised her body and rested her back onto the head-rest, glancing over to Stacey's bed at the same time, but it was vacant.
The young girls had chatted away into the early hours of the morning. Stacey had been shocked to hear of Danielle's activities last night, but she made sure to make a laugh of the whole situation for Danielle's sake. Surprisingly, Stacey had only slagged Ronnie off twice, and even then she had apologised at once. Danielle was impressed at the effort Stacey was making, and she found it amusing the amount of times she had seen Stacey clench her teeth to stop herself mouthing off.
As Danielle rose out of bed she could hear Stacey singing away in the shower. Her head didn't feel as bad as she thought it would so she decided to head downstairs. As she went to drop her feet, they hit something heavy. "Ouch!" Danielle squirmed in pain but it was quickly forgotten as she realised what was down there. If Stacey found out Danielle had packed her belongings last night, she would flip, and she would have every right to. This was the perfect opportunity to unpack before Stacey could see how selfish Danielle had been.
She rushed out of bed, flung open her side of the wardrobe, and practically threw all her clothes back in. Next, she headed for her bed-side cabinet and threw all the random junk which would normally reside there.
She heard footsteps on the landing and flung the bag under the bed again just as Stacey walked in.
"Alright Dan, what you doing up, thought you were gonna have – and I quote – 'the worst hang over ever in the history of forever?'" She laughed out at Danielle's drunken comment before turning around to face her roommate. Stacey noticed her pale face, she could always read that nervous guilty look on Danielle but for once, she decided not to ask about it.
"Yeah, um, you know, just couldn't really sleep with everything that's going on. I'm not sure if I should ring Ronnie, you know, 'coz it's early and I don't wanna sound desperate or anything." Danielle looked frantically for advice from Stacey.
"Dan, if you wanna speak to her then do it. You're too worried about making a good impression. Everyone's gonna find out sooner-or-later, you're a wardrobe hogging, loud snoring dosey cow, they'll just have to face up to it."
Stacey threw a pillow over to Danielle who threw it straight back, although much harder. "I thought you said you would 'input constructive advice' eh?" Danielle flicked Stacey's head before entering the bathroom to brush her teeth. She wondered if Ronnie would still want to meet up, or if she had decided that it was best if Danielle stayed away. She could accept the fact that their relationship would need work, or the fact that there might not even be a relationship, but what she could really do without was the uncertainty.
"What was all that about then, I paid over a fiver for that cocktail?"
"Oh nan just leave it out yea, the last thing Dan needs is you having a go. You know how nervous she gets when your gob gets going." Stacey had insisted Danielle have the day off, for her own sanity if nothing else.
"Well love if you need anything, I'll be here till lunch time." Charlie gave his niece an encouraging smile. He was always the one who kept his nose out, yet was always the most supportive.
"Aint you got that airport run in the afternoon?" Mo was now flicking through 'Fat Elvis's' 'typed stock list', whilst Stacey made two cups of tea.
"Yeah but it's in the afternoon, you know, after lunch." He elongated the word 'after' whilst shaking his head. "Here, should Elvis be keeping computer files like that? You know, with the type of gear he gets", Charlie peered over to the papers in Mo's hand.
"And what's wrong with his gear? Our business dealings what keep this house going I'll have you know", she replied with a disapproving look.
Stacey headed upstairs with the teas. She looked back into the kitchen as she ascended each step. At least there was some sign of normality around here, she thought.
A/N: Short I know, but I'm trying my best to update every so often. PLEASE REVIEW