The Broken Camera

Chapter 11~ No

A/N: Hello there! :) Well chapter 11 is here! :D My writers block is slowly going away and some ideas have been running through my head :) Don't forget to comment and vote,I would really apreciate that :) Read on,

Chapter 11~No

Danielle's P.O.V.

Once the movie had finished me and Dan made our way to my house,along the way getting ice cream.

Dan had gotten ice cream all over his face,I was holding back a fit of laughter.He laughed along,letting the ice cream drip down his nose and face.

"Let me take a picture," I said as I reached for my camera in my bag.Panick washed over me as I didn't find my camera.

"What's wrong?Your face went pale." asked Dan getting worried."My camera.It's not in my bag." I stuttered out still looking in my bag.

"You probably left it at your house." he suggested.I remembered leaving the camera on the living room table,I let out the breath that I was holding in and nodded."I'll help you get it off," I muttered as I took a napkin and wiped his face like a child.He pulled me closer,making me fall into his lap,making me blush.I wrapped my arms around his neck,causing him to smile.

"Best moment is being here with you," he whispered his breath tickling my ear.

"No,meeting you was the best moment," I whispered back not wanting anybody to hear us since we were sitting outside with other people around.Before I knew it our lips met,butterflies in my stomach,my heart racing.Our lips moving in sync,our tongues met and he pulled me closer.I've never kissed Dan like this,it was something new.His touch was electric against my exposed skin,his fingers trailed down my back making goose bumps rise.My arms still wrapped around his neck,his lips left my mouth and trailed down my neck.I was trying to hold back a moan.He looked up at me and smiled, 

"I better get you home," he smirked,I got off of his lap.We walked our way back to my house,his fingers intertwined with mine never letting go.

"Thanks," I said

"Anything for you." he replied,even in the dark light at night I could still see his brilliant smile.I saw my house come into view from the sidewalk.The living room light wasn't on,which meant my father wasn't home.We stopped at my door,he lifted my chin up so that I was looking directly at him.

"If you ever want to talk about anything.Just tell me.I'm here for you." he said reassuringly.I nodded and pecked his lips lightly.

"Don't forget.The funeral." I said.He nodded and walked down the sidewalk.I opened the door to be greeted by silence.Making my way upstairs I could see Lydia's rook door opened,

"Lydia.William.I'm home." I called out as I went straight to Lydia's room.She was at her desk working with something.

"Danielle.Your home." she stuttered nervously.I nodded and tried glancing over her shoulder to see what was on her desk.

"Where's my camera?" I asked as i plopped down on her bed.She sighed,runing a hand through her light brown hair.

"I'm sorry." she whispered.Once again panick washed over me and I shot straight too her desk,managing to push her aside and see the horror.My camera.Broken.Shattered to pieces.

"W-What happened?" I asked feeling the tears burn in my eyes and my bottom lip tremble.She looked at me for a while before speaking."Dad," was her simple reply. My heart dropped to my feet,a numb feeling washing over me.My hands picked up what was left of the broken horror."I-I tried to stop him,I'm sorry." she said and I can hear soft sobs escaping her.The camera itself was still together,but there were way too many pieces broken off to fix.I set the camera down and turned to her."It doesn't matter," I said to her.She looked up at me with her teary hazel eyes.