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Before he could speak, Nina shook her head. “Well it is— kind of. I mean, it was my name for like five days but I have another name. A name everyone in Europe knows me by.” Nikolina fiddled with her bracelet. “It’s Hazel, Hazel Beckham.” She gave him a sad look. “I’m sorry. It’s just that when I came here, everything was hazy and I was so confused. I mean, it was a new country and I was all alone. So when everyone asked my name, I panicked and said ‘Nikolina’.” Hazel gave him a slightly frightened look. “Are you mad?”

None of the feelings she expected out him came to him upon hearing the news. He was shocked of course, but he had his own secrets and he didn't blame her for not disclosing everything to him. Especially the day she had just met him. He shook his head slowly, looking down at his shoes as he tried to think of exactly what to say without her freaking out more than she was already. "No...I'm not mad Ni-I mean, Hazel....er, what do you want me to call you now?" he asked unsurely, looking up to her and taking her hand to pull her over to the couch with him. 

Suddenly, Nina was ripped from her thoughts as there was a knock on the door. Her heartbeat sped up and Nikolina thought for a moment that it was going to pound right out of her chest. Swallowing the lump in her throat, Nina walked towards the door ever so slowly. She could feel their friendship slipping from her fingers and all she could do was walk. Nikolina opened the door cautiously as though she feared what would await. As soon as the door was open, the brunette looked everywhere but at Hunter’s eyes. She wouldn’t be able to do it if she did. “I need to tell you something.” Nina said. There was no greeting, no smile. Nikolina needed to get it out.

He had hardly waited ten seconds after knocking before he came face to face with the familiar beautiful brunette. He broke into a smile, his greeting having barely left his lips when she interrupted by just saying she needed to tell him something. His brow crinkled in confusion and slight concern as he stepped inside, sticking his hands in his pockets and turning to face her once she shut the door behind him. "Okay....what's up? Something wrong?"

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Looking through the books as Hunter did the same, the redhead couldn’t help but smile at what the boy said. “You know, I don’t have much of a social life… I work, come home, read or watch movies, sometimes go to the park, but… I don’t really hang out with people too often.” Lainey took the two books as they were handed to her, laughing softly as she said, “It sounds crazy, but sometimes the characters seem more real than people you see right in front of you.” She placed the books inside one of the books, reaching for a couple more. “Like… you get to see these people start off a certain way, and as things are thrown at them, you learn more and more about them, even without the author telling you straight out how they are and why. You get to be there during that journey. With people.. they hide a lot. I know I do. And it’s difficult to get to know them, because you know you’re only a part of that journey, and you may never be able to know them truly, if their facade’s really good,” she rambled, realizing only after how much she talked, her face turning pink once more.

"Well as lame as this sounds, I'm glad you don't have more of a social life. If you did then I would never stand a chance of a night like this." he said, not concerned if she heard him or not as he allowed her to continue talking about books and people and characters. He continued stacking books inside the boxes, pausing every now and then to listen more carefully to what Lainey was saying or to study the well-used and dog-flapped ears of a book. Funny how she had underlined and marked some of the same pages he had when he had read the book. "Yeah, but  there's still something different about a real life person compared to one only found on paper." he replied, setting down his last book and looking back at her. He didn't know what else to say so he looked around, noticing the sheets and pillows. "...so we should covered and decorate it now..what do you think?"

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Thinking for a moment, Lainey scratched her head, pulling her fingers through her hair afterwards. “Well… I have a shit ton of books.. Like I think if you saw them all you’d think I was crazy. It’s funny, though, having a library inside your house is almost like the most sane kind of hoarding,” she rambled, then scurrying off to her room to grab an armful of books, the stack stretching from the bottom of her torso to her chin. “Sorry I couldn’t grab more— one of the downfalls of being kinda short,” she laughed, setting them down on the coffee table and glancing up at the boy. “So we can just fill the boxes with a couple of these; the majority of them are thick enough for the boxes to only need or two.”

He was going to offer to help her grab some more when he saw her bringing a huge stack of books in, moving to catch one as it slipped off the top while she went to set them down. He crouched down, reading all the titles and finding himself impressed for about the hundredth time that night. "Wow, no kidding. But you've got good taste. Have you read all of these already?" he asked, picking up two of them and placing them gingerly in one of the boxes before handing her two more.

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