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Just as i woke up, there was a knock on my door. If it wasn't Kate, then I'm going to be pissed. I yawned and walked to the door, opening it.

"Hey." I mumbled, wrapping her into a hug.

"Why aren't you ready?" She snapped.

"For what?" I raised an eyebrow.

"I can't believe you forgot our date, Harry!"

I rolled my eyes as I told her for the billionth time, "I'm not Harry, I'm Marcel."

"Oh," She sighed. "where is he?"

"At his house?" Did she not know where he lived?

"I thought he lived with you."

"Of course not!"

"Well, give me his address!"

I took out a paper and wrote it down. It's not like she'd remember it if I told her. She'd probably forget it by the time she starts driving.

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i didn't hesitate to answer when I found out that Harry was calling.

"Did she get lost?" I asked as I grabbed an apple.

"No, she told me that you were flirting with her."

I grunted, "I'd never flirt with her, she's not my type anyways."

"It's not like you have a type, Marcel." Harry snapped before hanging up.

"Eh, he's right." I mumbled, taking a bite out of the apple.

I made my way into the living room, turning on the TV to my favorite show. Then, someone had to knock on my door. I faked a smile before opening the door, but once i saw who it was my smile became real.

"Kate!" I shouted. "Wait, you're Kate right?"

"Of course." She smiled and hugged me.

"Thank god." I mumbled.

"Why?"

"Your sister came. She thought I was Harry."

"Again?" She furrowed her eyebrows. " She didn't flirt with you right?"

"No," I chuckled. "She just yelled at me for forgetting."

"Okay." 

"Yeah, I was--"

I got interrupted by the sound of her phone ringing.

"Sorry." she frowned before leaving the room.

I sighed and sat down. i didn't think i would be able to hear her, but i actually did. The worst thing was that she said the three words to someone, i didn't know who.

"I love you."

She walked in with a big smile on her face. I, however, was feeling the opposite of how she was feeling.

"Who was that?" I asked.

"My mum." She answered quickly.

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