𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐘 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

31; better than revenge

Better Than Revenge - Taylor Swift

A request from Nuggies715

P.s - I don't know how bars/clubs work, so ignore it if it is wrong.

Daniel Pov

The sun blurred through the currents as the crisp air of morning set onto my skin. A kiss from the beautiful star glowed on my cheek, giving me a freckle of a kiss. Curtly, I smiled at the feel of hot summers day.

"Get up, get up, boys! We don't have all day!" Jonah whomped loudly. Groans from my band mates soared into my ears as I sat up, careful not to hit my head on the bunk above mine. The feeling of a hard body was pushed against my arm; I grinned even more when the sight of my beautiful girlfriend that lay in my arms reached my eyes. The feeling of her pint up brunette hair tickled my arm pit, as she faced the outside of the bunk.

Quietly as possible, I opened the curtain; the sight of two maniac boys came before me. Jack, the smallest boy I have yet to see, growled ferociously as Zach whacked him upside the head with a pillow. Jack was about to fall forward before Corbyn caught him and glared at the two with a sinful look on his face.

"It makes sense!" Zach caught the pillow thrown at him, leaning against the couch. To his fight, Jack rolled his eyes dramatically.

"No, it doesn't. It just proves you have worms for a brain, idiot," he retorted.

"Yes, it does! Hey, Corbyn, if you watch Jaws backwards, it looks like the sharks are giving legless people legs, doesn't it? It's wholesome, and the sharks are very sweet to have given the disabled a pair of legs," his voice went unwavering, as he knew damn well it made sense.

Corbyn kept his morning mood as he scowled at the two. "Technically, it makes sense, but, scientifically, it is impossible. Sharks do not prey on humans, albeit they think we taste like garbage. However, once you start fighting their bite, they start to get angry, and, therefore, end up taking a limb.. or your whole body. Furthermore, they wouldn't give you your legs back after they SNATCHED them, they'd gobble them up like it's Thanksgiving." His index finger was pointed as he spoke thoroughly.

Zach rolled his eyes and groaned. "You ruin the fun in everything, Corbyn. I didn't want the whole Declaration of Independence, I just wanted a second opinion. Damn."

"Language," Jonah commented as he sipped his coffee whilst reading Harry Potter.

Suddenly, a movement of my girl sought in my senses as she yawned and opened her eyes slightly at me. Her smile was small, but, nonetheless, there. "The sun is bright," she commented, covering her eyes with her arms.

I nodded softly, placing a small kiss on her lips. "Sure is," I agreed. "Come on, let's get ready." I sat up, allowing her to follow behind me. "Jonah, you'd better make breakfast before I starve."

"Daniel, there are people dying in the world, I think you'll live without one proper meal," he blinked up at me. Childishly, I stuck my tongue out, wiggling my head for more of a dramatic affect.

"Babe, let's go get some breakfast at Roseè's Coffeehouse." Y/n said, gathering the loose ends of dark, beautiful hair in a rubber band.

"Okay," I agreed before taking her hand and pulling her carefully out of the bus. The sun glared as if it was angry for something we did. Probably for ruining it with all of the pollution.

Covering my eyes with sunglasses, Y/n and I strolled aimlessly to the coffeehouse, not caring that we just rolled out of bed.

Our hands were intertwined, as we swung our arms back and fourth. On the way there, are shoulders brushed briefly, and a shockwave of hungered sparks spilt across my skin, filling my body with excitement that burned bellow my surface. I loved Y/n— I really did.