Chapter 7
Trence's POV
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from: taileenanderson21@gmail.com
To: trencey14@gmail.com
Subject: when can I delete your contact?
read above
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So Taileen.
I laughed and noticed I was grinning ear-to-ear.
"What the hell?! That was creepy..." I muttered to myself.
I emailed her back.
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From: trencey14@gmail.com
To: taileenanderson21@gmail.com
Subject: lol
Don't be hard on me Tai :D
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The reply was slow.
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To: trencey14@gmail.com
From: taileenanderson21@gmail.com
Subject: Re: lol
Don't call me Tai.
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I laughed. So Taileen. Like, Taileen is a personality, and it's her personality.
Which makes things slightly complicated, yet very amusing.
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To Taileen: Ate dinner?
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The reply suddenly turned instant.
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From Taileen: What's your business with my dinner?!
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Reading it made me laugh hard. Like seriously.
"Is she serious?! Seems like she is. But what the hell?!"
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To Taileen: Hahahaha is this your first time being asked? Lol
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From Taileen: No, but I suddenly felt like I'm being interrogated
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To earth with this girl! Am I that scary?
Then suddenly another message came.
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From: taileenanderson21@gmail.com
To: trencey14@gmail.com
Subject: -
What's with you suddenly chatting with me? Though I chatted you first. I just can't seem to think of a proper reason as to why you, Trence Jones, are chatting me. Even though, yes, of course, I am much better than you, well, don't we hate each other?
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Then realization struck me.
'Don't we hate each other?'
The first thing that came to my mind was
'no.'
But why?
I hate Taileen, she's really really bossy and borderline sadistic, but...
but...
Why do I suddenly want Taileen to be close to me?
Like I don't want her to hate me.
Even though she's really really annoying at times. I mean, she hit me with a steel baton (which I heard is illegal to have), she punches me a lot of times, and we seem to not get each other at all.
But why?
Why do I want to be friends with her?
I couldn't reply to her question.
Because I, myself, don't know the answer.
I hope she does.
And I hope...that it's not a yes.
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The following day was peaceful and merry, well at least until something loud came from the room beside mine.
"Ugh..." I groaned. I rubbed my eyes and went outside my room. I slid the door back close and turned around---
"AAAAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!"
I screamed and fell on my but. With maximum caution, I slowly moved backward. Right in front of me, was a dark figure with a black cloak and a 'kendo' sword. I screamed like a child who saw a One Direction magazine and a new KPOP MV and ran.
We ran around and around my house and hell, I tripped more than three times.
I ran around without pause, I ABSOLUTELY did not want 'it' to catch up with me, but with one final trip did it suddenly jump on me, making me fall down.
I closed my eyes, ready for my final moments, and accidentally became stoic.
But weirdly enough, nothing happened. I opened my eyes and saw;
"T---Taileen?!"
"Trence!" She squeaked with tears in her eyes.
I sat up and hugged her.
"Why are you crying and why the hell do you look like an assassin ready to end me anytime or to be specific, now?" I said as I rubbed her back.
She laughed between tears.
"Can I live with you for now?"
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"Huh?"
I came to my senses after approximately 10 minutes and fifty seconds.
I decided to talk on the table, ever since the position earlier wasn't appealing to my eyes. And soul.
"Okay, you, Taileen Anderson, want to stay with me, Trence Jones, aka Prince Trence aka Bean Sprout aka NCS aka El Guapo?" I asked, looking at her eyes.
She ate her bowl of rice first (yea I served her some) and gulped.
"First of all, I don't remember anyone calling you 'El Guapo', hm?"
"But it's true, so I added it in." I reasoned out.
"Whatever! Second, yes, I do, but not want to, okay? I need to, Trence, need."
"For the record, I have a million questions right now, as of this damn moment, but I'm going to settle it to one because I'm still sleepy; why?"
It's actually more of a "why now" or "why so sudden" and "why me", but I didn't want to waste time now, I need to find more futon.
"Dad. He wants me to move to his house, which is in America, but I love it here."
"Why me, then?"
"I chose you because...well.."
She's blushing hard. Seriously.
"...oh, yeah! Because Dad knows Rin, and he knows we're best friends. So he'll probably find me there,"
'"oh yeah", huh.' "Oh, mkay. You'll live with me forever?"
Her eyes grew and she blushed. In a quick motion, she grabbed my collar. "What?! Of course not! I'll just wait for Dad to give up and leave!"
I raised both my hands. "Sorry! I mean, even if you do need to stay here forever, I'd probably deny anyway."
She went off me and knelt on the floor to continue eating her bowl of rice with some curry on it.
"The epitome of 'denial'," I muttered.
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"Okay, it's settled!" She said and threw the (eighth) bowl out.
I surprisingly caught it. "What the hell Taileen?!"
"Ugh! What is it with you and your cleanliness?! I mean, my runny nose stopped when I entered here!"
"I'm not a neat freak! You're just messy."
"Because..!!"
We continued arguing until
"AH! Fine! I'll clean my house once Dad leaves." She said and crossed her arms.
I gave a sigh of relief.
After she ate her very heavy breakfast, she reluctantly helped me clean up my mum's almost unused room. I took off all the used lingerie, the empty bottles of beer, and the used clothes that piled up every time Mum comes home. Mum and Taileen might be close friends.
I snorted. "Is there any possibility that you and my mother are related? What are you, my sister?" I asked while dumping the clothes inside the basket I give to our washer.
"Huh? What the hell are you on about? Like hell and heaven do I want to be related to you!"
"Well, both of you are really messy." I reasoned out while tying the handles.
"There are probably 7 billion people on the planet and you say I'm the only messy girl out there?!"
I rolled my eyes in thought. "Hmm, I see your point, but my Mom's beautiful and really tough."
"Your point is?"
"You're the same."
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