Funny times

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Dannys POV

Everything was normal now. Me and abbie were perfect! We were acting like true friends and it was all good. Also she had her cast off so was back in training. And her training meant...

Monday:
Running

Tuesday:
Running an gym

Wednesday:
Swimming

Thursday:
Running

Friday:
Off

Saturday:
Run to the gym. Do shit loads in the gym before going swimming then run home.

With Sunday off.

So she was looking after her self big time. However she was really hyper today. She had already done three hours worth of exercise and she was now stood in my kitchen dancing around.

I was stood at the door recording her. She was still in her running gear, purple sports bra and shorts.

The music was blasting and she was dancing which amused me.

I stood and watched and she dance round and saw me stood there.

"Danny!" She screamed diving on to me.

What even is this? Was my caption as I upload it to instagram.

A bit later on we were sat on the end of my bed when we decided to do a cover to therapy, all time low.

I had my guitar and abbie set up her camera.

"Therapy"

My ship went down
In a sea of sound.
When I woke up alone I had everything:
A handful of moments I wished I could change
And a tongue like a nightmare that cut like a blade.

In a city of fools,
I was careful and cool,
But they tore me apart like a hurricane...
A handful of moments I wished I could change
But I was carried away.

Give me therapy.
I'm a walking travesty
But I'm smiling at everything.
Therapy...
You were never a friend to me
And you can keep all your misery.

My lungs gave out
As I faced the crowd.
I think that keeping this up could be dangerous.
I'm flesh and bone,
I'm a rolling stone
And the experts say I'm delirious.

Give me therapy.
I'm a walking travesty
But I'm smiling at everything.
Therapy...
You were never a friend to me
And you can take back your misery.

Arrogant boy,
Love yourself so no one has to.
They're better off without you.
(They're better off without you.)

Arrogant boy,
Cause a scene like you're supposed to.
They'll fall asleep without you.
You're lucky if your memory remains.

Give me therapy.
I'm a walking travesty
But I'm smiling at everything.
Therapy...
You were never a friend to me
And you can take back your misery.

Therapy...
I'm a walking travesty
But I'm smiling at everything.
Therapy...
You were never a friend to me
And you can choke on your misery.

"I'm actually happy with that." She smiled

"I'm actually happy with that." I mocked

"Oh shut up." she laughed as she switched of the camera.

I put down my guitar and pulled her back onto the bed with me.

"What do you want?"

"You." I smiled

"Well you carnt."

"No I want to talk."

"What's up?" She asked lying down next to me.

"I just feel stupid that's all." I said "see I still have the feelings for you and I don't think, I know they won't ever go away." I sighed and she sat up and faced me. "Can we try again? Please. I love you."

Our faces were so close to touching when she spoke.

"I'm so glad you finally said it because I didn't know how too." she whispered and I felt ever word tremble against my lips. Finally are lips collided. Ever do softly, yet ever so perfect.

"This time though, properly. Abbie, will you be my girlfriend?"

"Yeah." she smiled as she kissed me.

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