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TradeChat Will Play	By : sojothepale Category: Celebrities - Misc > Het - Male/Female Views: 2415 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction! I do not know TradeChat, and I do not profit from these writings.

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Didn't take long, I thought, her voice is far more tolerant in person than I assumed. My defeated march in her general direction persisted, brainstorming on what meal I would actually prepare. It was relatively early, so perhaps she would be fine with Omelets? While typically considered as something tricky to prepare, I took to it with relative ease after my yearlong interest in the Food Network. I just needed to yell 'BAM!' at the right time and breakfast would be a huge success.
Within my immediate field of view, I noticed Danielle was sat at a table, slowly caressing a plate. Oh the things I could have said in a more perverted environment; those comments will now be lost in time. "Does that mean you'll eat whatever I plop down? Cuz I think I saw some ants outside." Her demeanor shifted from playful to concerned.
"What!? We didn't have any anthills last I checked!" Intending to thunder to the outside, I held up an arm in protest.
"Sit down, sistagirl." I felt my chuckle would be enough to dissuade her.
"Ugh, you suck." And I was right. Now pouty, she slumped back down in her seat and held her head up with one, pale, bony arm.
"Don't exert too much pressure, you don't wanna break something." I off-handedly exuded as I made my way to her fridge. Now numb to anything incendiary Tradechat was reciting in the background, my attention was directed at gathering Eggs, Ham, and Cheese. I never sought to get fancier with Omelet accoutrements, but the timid part of me refused to nab an exorbitant amount of any further ingredients in their fridge, lest I be prepared to pay for replacements.
"Oooo, Omelets? I want mine with-" I cut her off.
"With whatever I plan on putting in it, yeah? I tossed a glance over at her just long enough to see an all familiar smirk.
"This is my kitchen, ya know?" Laughing, my response got muddled.
"You're doing a great job at proving that right now, aintcha?" I didn't need to hear her scoff, because I felt it - I felt her breath form into a cloud, singing the hairs on my neck.
"You're some guest, ya know?" I couldn't help myself.
"Some pig." She bumped against her plate and stood at attention almost instinctively.
"What did you call me?!? I weigh, like, nothing and -" Just turning the stove on, I turned around to let it get warm.
"Noo, I was referencing Charlotte's Web, you know...nevermind." The look of disbelief on her face was priceless.
"Uh-huh, I'm so sure." Grouchy, her thin figure found its way back to her chair. Ultimately, I realized she wasn't actually angry or even remotely close to such, but I probably should have asked for the location of a spatula prior to...well, anything I said in the past few minutes.
"Hey, could you help me locate a spatula?" She tore her gaze away from her phone just long enough to vaguely point somewhere.
"Thanks, Mrs. Clemens." Because why not randomly bring up her last name, I thought. I hadn't ever done it before, so I figured it would be nice and mercurial.
"Why did you -" And before any comments could lurch out of her serpentine body, I cut her off once more.
"Eggs are on, I gotta focus now." I didn't even hear Danielle storm out of her seat and over to my location, which was followed by her absconding with my phone.
"Wait, what the - " She then cut me off.
"Eggs are on, ya gotta focus." The only issue I could see with my phone in her possession is that she would possibly purchase more stuffed animals but on my credit. But this wasn't totally sinister, just devious and cute at the same time. Luckily, I didn't need to brainstorm on the matter because she handed me my phone back almost immediately thereafter. Worst criminal ever.
"There ya go." She politely stated.
"Not gonna tell me what you did?" I wanted to check, but I had cheese to spread.
"Where would the fun in that be? You'll figure it out eventually, now cook!" Hell of a person, and I was giving her a free meal - but I guess I was getting free room and board for a week, so I couldn't necessarily argue.
The curiosity got the best of me. My phone lay flat on the counter next to me, only getting attention intermittently as other ingredients got proper attention. I noticed Twitter was open and several notifications were popping up.
donaldchump: @tradechat is the best and I am a peepeehead
I took the pan off the heat. "Really? Aren't you a college graduate? And "peepeehead" of all things?" I wasn't flustered, just confused.
Danielle couldn't help but howl from laughter. "Why did you write that?" She was being coy. No, far more than coy.
For some reason, my voice just decided to raise – almost like I suddenly had no control over it with someone else raising their pitch over mine. "Ya know...what if, uh...nevermind."
"What if what?" Suddenly she sounded concerned.
"People might get the wrong idea. I mean, I know people are aware that I'm here for the week but..." I folded the Omelet slowly, surprised to see none of it burned during my tangent.
"I mean...it was just a joke." I narrowly caught her head being palmed like a student that just failed a test.
She was right, but some people only see what they want. "Honestly, deleting it will probably make people talk more. Since it's already been sent out, we can just let the situation die down." I slurred through the truth while offering her breakfast. No hand was extended, so I just lay it in front of her.
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As daylight faded, so did the amorous blanket once worn by the newborn week. Danielle's tone was a special kind of numb, now burned into my memory more than her words ever could be. And all because of a tweet? This whole situation was ridiculous and now I had to do my best to placate the hell out of it. Minimal though the damage was, it was a rather shoddy start.
The lingering question was: should I bring it up or just ignore it? Going in, my game plan hung over deviating from any and all mention of it unless she walked toward that direction. Staying in the lines was probably my best bet, which was easy enough in this case as I just had to act like it never happened - at least around her. At any rate, with most of the day over, I would be allowed a wealth of time to relax and flourish in the never-ending hellscape that was a reflection on all of the poor mistakes I had made up until falling asleep - my nightmares.
Danielle had been sat in her room for quite some time now finishing up a script. She mentioned that a considerable amount of time would be taken up throughout the week filming and preparing to film. It was understandable, as she was a really busy person and in my line of work, I could afford a week off; stories took a while to write, anyway. But for her, to maintain her notoriety, she had to keep a consistent schedule. I just wrote for a couple hours ever so often, when I felt like it.
Her door flung open to a chorus of exhaustion and relief. "I'm finally done!" She had a look about her that said 'I've been smiling for an extended period of time and I hate it' but I guess them's the breaks for a happy go lucky Youtuber." An exhaustive, yet energetic thud landed her on the same couch as I.
"Yeah, I couldn't put up with that..." I silenced myself, noticing Danielle extended her legs out to rest on the edge of my lap. I shouldn't have, because that just brought attention to it. I guess the awkward situation we had chose to transform instead of die out.
"Oh...are you okay? Was this weird?" Her leg rose slightly, giving me a better view of the leggings she wore. Deep blues and bright magentas drenched them up and down, interlaced with various cat faces.
"Oh no no, it's fine." My tone flirted with cracking. "We're friends, it's just a thing." It smoothed out as I vomited random words my brain didn't even signal.
"You can just admit you have a crush on me, ya know." Danielle chirped, mimicking her familiar sense of sarcasm.
"Huh. Ya got me." A knot twisted around in the pit of my stomach, but I didn't see it coming. Immediately my focus shifted to the feeling of the heels of her feet kneading into my leg like a cat.
Her eyebrows raised and lowered in the cheesiest way possible. "And Niko's gone the whole week. Imagine." She dipped her toe in seduction, with every other syllable maintaining a playful harmony.
It was the rhythm that caught me off guard. I didn't want to admit what I was actually thinking, that if I acted on instinct I'd be out the door in a matter of seconds. Ultimately, I appreciated our friendship...but I'd be lying if I said she didn't smell really good right now. "Does Niko have to cook for you to get action like this, or are my Omelets special?" I joked. It was all I could do.
"About that..." Danielle sat up properly, affirming posture as her legs left my vicinity "Sorry for tweeting for you. I should have been professional." Her eyes were heavily fixated on mine now.
"Nah, it's fine. I was the one that overreacted. It was just a tweet. We should be able to make those kinds of jokes. We're friends." Friends? I caught myself from saying 'just friends'. Why did I need to catch myself?
"Aw, thanks!" She tossed a smile that wouldn't soon leave my memory.
"Anytime." It was always a crush, hidden deep in the back of my mind. The kind of thing you didn't even want to search the back of your closet for, at risk of finding dead rats or being bitten by a spider. Now it suddenly rose to the forefront, or at least it would have if it didn't suddenly have competition. Just friends? Looking at her, stunned and speechless - that's not what it felt like I wanted. The glint in her eye could warrant appreciation from artists for years – but never truly be understood.
"Hey, how about I give cooking a shot tonight?" She broke me out of my trance.
"Huh? Oh yeah, sure. Just give me your phone beforehand." I could still manage a halfway decent joke at this state, with sweat stained to the back of my shirt.
"Ummmm, nope!" She marched to the kitchen as though she already had a plan, hair up in a bun with an oversized shirt while she wiped away remnants of makeup.
And she was still the most beautiful person I had ever seen.
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