Love, Loans & London

When Nicole and Ditte moved to London, they expected adventure, elegance and joy. But what did they end up with? Loans up their asses, a crappy apartment and two low paying jobs. But despite all of that they never stop laughing and trying to make the best of it. But what happens when suddenly five handsome guys enter the mix? Follow the girls in the amusing tale of: Love, Loans & London

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1. Chapter One – Mr. Landlord Is Out For Blood

Chapter One – Mr. Landlord Is Out For Blood

 

Dittes P.O.V

KNOCK!

KNOCK!

KNOCK!

Holy shit is the landlord trying to break down our fucking door?

“I know you’re in there! You need to pay you’re fucking rent!”

Yeah? Well not today!

I think defiantly to myself, as I sneak out the window and down the fire escape. I’m not that late for work, but I might as well hurry, since I hate being late. The streets are busy as always, a blessing and a curse by living in London. When my best friend, Nicole, and I first got here I was convinced that I would never get use to it. We both come from the suburbs in Denmark, so it was completely new to us. 

I’m almost there

I take a quick look at my watch before I go any further.

I’ve got 10 minutes!

Plenty of time to go, and visit the café were Nicole works. The restaurant I work at, is across the street, from the café that Nicole works at. It’s quite convenient, this way we could always walk to work together, but unfortunately we have complete opposite work schedules. I hurry into the café and see her in the process of taking of her apron. Her dark brown her is in a ponytail, and she is wearing a white t-shirt and jeans.  The shirt is in a beautiful contrast to her tan skin. I kinda envied her, her mother is from Trinidad & Tobago so she looks so exotic. Me on the other hand am a complete ginger. Okay maybe not, complete ginger. But I’m so white I can’t be out in the sun, without bathing in sunscreen. My hair is a little over shoulder length and is red-blonde-ish. I always sleep with it in a bun, so it’s always crazy curly.  Right now my outfit consists of a tight blue t-shirt, jeans and my sneakers. Nothing fancy, but it’s comfy!

“Hey yagi, long time no see” I say smiling at her, she looks surprised to see me here, but quickly gives me a hug. Yagi is our nickname for each other it’s short for yagiya, which means honey/sweetie in Korean.

“We saw each other this morning you idiot,” She counters rolling her eyes at me.

“Oh by the way, Mr. Landlord is out for blood, and is currently camping outside our door. Might not wanna go home just yet” 

“Urgh! I will just have to go with you to work!” She says sticking her tongue out. Before she grabs her purse and walk with me over to the restaurant hand in hand.  She sits at the restaurant bar while I do all the hard work.

*Sobs* God I’m lazy…

“Sure I’ll be right back with your drinks” I say to the smiling couple.

They are probably on a first date, cute or awkward.

I take a glance back at them, seeing that there are both quiet.

Definitely awkward, poor them.

I chuckle at their sheer awkwardness, while I walk over to the bar. At the bar I see some guy trying to flirt with Nicole.

Gross, he must be like fifty, old enough to be her father. Well Ditte, it’s time for you to be the knight in shining armour. 

I stand next to her, almost demanding the attention of them both with my presents. I lean in and give her a soft kiss on the lips. Out of the corner of my eye I see, the man flabbergasted and squirming uncomfortably in his seat. I pull away from her, and place my arm around her.

“Hey babe what’s up?” My question directed at her, while I stare down the man.

“Uh-uhm… I-I think I should go” He says confused before he leaves the bar.

Yes, I just kissed my best friend on the lips, no it’s not a big deal. We do it quite a lot, mostly when we try to get away from men like him, but it also works on the occasional ex. The exes I’m referring to are all mine by the way, Nicole don’t really date. I on the other hand am a bit of a player.

Winks seductively at the camera. God if my life was a reality show, it would be great!

“What the freaking hell Ditte!” A blonde girl comes up to me asking, I think her name is Maria? Mia? Maya?

I should really start learning the names of the people I make out with. Eh, too much work. Oh and if you haven’t figured it out yet, I’m bi sexual. Out and proud all that shit!

“I thought we had something?”

Jesus Christ we made out once woman, calm your tits.

I probably look like a deer caught in headlights right now. I’m not that good at confrontation, when it comes to fight or flight, I run.

“Oh my god, again?” Nicole chimes in, sounding hurt and on the verge of tears. I’m probably the only one who can see, that she’s faking.

Her acting skills are getting a lot better, she plays a good pretend hurt girlfriend

“I don’t know how long I can take this Ditte” Nicole says looking at me.

The blonde gives me such a smug look, before stomping off. She probably thinks that Nicole’s going to break up with me or something.

“And the Oscar goes to!” I say grinning at Nicole.

“I want to thank all the wonderful people in my life!” She says starting her dramatic Oscar speech, before we both start laughing.

“Thank you soo much!” I say after we’ve both calmed down a little.

“Thank you for retting me of that creeper”

“Any time darling” I say as I prepare the drinks.

The rest of the workday,

or is it night? Worknight just doesn’t sound right? I should Google this when I get home.

The rest of the workday went down without any more drama.

It’s about 11 pm now, my shift ended late tonight. Plus I had to close up, luckily Nicole was there with me, it was less boring that way.

We are now walking down the quiet streets of London. Since it’s Monday there aren’t, really any people. We walk arm in arm feeling the cool November air. I clutch my leather jacket even tighter, just wanting to go home and sleep now.

“Fucking wind,” I murmur

“But without wind we wouldn’t be able to fly!” Nicole replies with wonder in her voice.

“Humans can’t fly!” I laugh at her childishness.

“Wait and see” She says, before she let goes of my hand, and run down the sidewalk trying to make an elegant ballet jump.

That girl is as graceful as a brick.

We are both laughing hysterically, ignoring the weird glances a man walking his dog gives us.

“Let me try!”

I run making and even grander and more idiotic attempt to be graceful. We laugh even more as we continue running, jumping and goofing all the way home. Luckily the landlord left, so we entered the tiny apartment without a hassle.

“I need to sleep” Was all I managed to say before collapsing in my bed.

“You’re secretly and 80 year old woman” She murmurs

So what if I almost pass out after ten o’clock on a weekday? …Yep… I’m definitely and 80 year old woman in disguise

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