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    Introductions 6

    “Oh great one Al.” Dana began to pick up all her stuff with the help of Alice. “I forgot to um tell you, they want me to go to this dinner thing tonight, for the tournament,” Dana said quietly as she placed all of her concentration on collecting all her gear. “I-I can’t get out of it, and I asked them if I could bring you… and they said that I couldn’t.”

    Alice felt a twinge of hurt when she heard this, one which quickly disappeared when she realised how difficult it was for Dana to tell her this.

    “Dane, that’s fine,” Alice said smiling as she patted her friend on the back. “You have to go to these things, it’s your job. Plus if I went everyone would be so preoccupied talking to me that you’d just have no one to hang out with.”

    “I guess this is true,” Dana admitted, trying not to laugh. “I’ll make it up to you though, I promise.”


    You already have.

     

     

    Alice sat on her bed, staring at the clock. It had only been thirty minutes since Dana had left and she was already bored out of her mind. She contemplated going out herself, but quickly discarded the thought, not wanting Dana to arrive back to an empty house.

    “What to do, what to do, what to do,” Alice said to herself as she got off her bed and stretched. “I have no life.”

    Eventually Alice decided to call Shane, having promised to call her back a few days ago; however much to her disappointment she only got her answering machine.

    “Hey Shane, its Alice. I thought I’d be nice and take time out of my busy social life to call one of my dearest friends but obviously you don’t love me as much as you pretend to. Make it up to me and ring me back.”

    She had just finished leaving her message when she heard a knock at the door.

    “Hello?” she called from the door.


    “Hey Al, its Ella. Can I come in?”

     

    The dinner was a bore for Dana, who eventually found herself sitting at the bar, wishing for the night to be over. She didn’t want to mingle with London‘s high society or gain new celebrity contacts which would further her sponsorship. All she wanted to do was to go home to Alice. With only seven days to go until she went back to LA, all Dana had on her mind was Alice. She laughed to herself when she thought this. What am I talking about? I always have Alice on my mind. I’m crazy about the girl.

    Comments

    1. hey there. I usually do not leave a lot of comments (I should, I know, I try) but I just had to now, ’cause I REALLY love your story and I guess you’re my favourite fanfic writer.

    2. Yeah we love the torture but this is so Danish, missed chances, confusion yet so right. That’s why they’re my favorite pairing, thanks for updating so soon and I love it that you’re dragging this out. great update!

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