Love Will Save You // Ryan Follese

Chapter 40: If It's You and Me Right Now, I'd Be Alright

-Nash-

"Thanks," I said quietly as Danielle handed me a beer and sat down beside me on the porch steps.

"You're welcome," she replied, laying her head on my shoulder, "Just don't drink all of them tonight."

I laughed, "I'll try not to."

She looked up at me, "I mean it, Nashy. I don't want you to do anything stupid."

"I know. I won't," I kissed the top of her head and wrapped my arm around her. "So I heard you yell at someone before you opened the door. You wanna tell me about that?" I asked, taking a drink.

"Anger got the best of me again," she shrugged.

"Who did you yell at this time?"

"Which person will make you less disappointed in me?" she asked.

"Danielle," I said.

She sighed, then mumbled, "It may or may not have been Jamie..."

"Danielle," I groaned.

"What?!" she exclaimed, "It just happened! I'm sure you're not the only one mad he's the one I yelled at either, so..."

"You know you're going to have to apologize, right?"

"You know what? This isn't about me. This is about you and what you're gonna do about Amy," she said.

"Fine," I said, taking another drink.

"Did you break up with her?" Danielle asked.

"No, but I'm not sure we're exactly together anymore."

"Cut the act, Nash," she stated.

I shrugged, "What act? If she really cared, she wouldn't still have the ring."

"I know you're not exactly one to talk about your feelings – believe me, I'm not either – but I know you're hurt. I can tell. She does care; She just has a weird way of dealing with things."

"Maybe I am hurt, but it doesn't take three years to get over someone," I said.

"Everyone's different, Nash. They deal with things differently than you or I think they should. She loves you; She hasn't said it to you yet, but I know she does just by the way she looks at you. And I know you love her, too. Maybe you two telling each other is what she needs to move on."

I thought for a moment before I got up and walked inside, walking straight into the room I shared with Amy.

-Danielle-

I stayed on the porch steps for a few minutes before standing up and going back inside. By this time, everyone had taken a seat on the couch and were just talking when I walked into the room.

They all turned to stare at me and I said, "Don't look at me like that. Where's Jamie?"

"His room," Ryan answered coldly.

I ignored the harshness in his voice and rushed down the hall, pausing at the door before turning the knob and walking in quietly. I found Jamie sitting on our bed, playing with his phone – probably on Twitter.

As I closed the door behind me, I heard Jamie say quietly, "Come to yell at me some more?"

"You really know how to make a person feel even worse than they already do about something, don't you, Jaim?" I mumbled.

He shrugged, looking up at me. I walked over to the bed, getting on it and sitting in Jamie's lap, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled into his shoulder as he put down his phone and wrapped his own arms around my waist just as tightly.