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Chapter Seven - Fuck

A/N: Over 100 reads. Thank you guys. Didn't even think I'd get 10 when I started this! I know it's been slow to start, but I promise it's going to start picking up now.

Dans POV

"What do you mean you didn't tell him!" I hear Chloe screech as I enter the living room with the take out I've ordered.

I can't hear what Emily says back to her.

I set the Chinese cartons on the coffee table and move closer to Emily's bedroom door.

"If you don't tell him you love him, how will he ever know?!"

She loves me?! That can't be right. Chloe must be winding her up.

"Chloe, shut UP! He'll hear you, he's only in the next room"

"Good! If he hears me then at least he'll know"

"If I wanted him to know then I would tell him" I hear Emily respond.

I should NOT be listening to this conversation. But I just can't help myself.

"That's the biggest lie I've ever heard. Of course you want him to know, how could you not? You're perfect for each other"

Wow. I wonder if they can tell I'm listening. Shit. What if I've made a noise, or they can see my shadow under the door.

Fuck.

I open the door.

"If you two are quite finished shouting at each other, then you might want to know that I ordered take out and it's in the living room for you"

"Thanks Dan" Emily smiles at me "Be out in a sec"

I leave the room and close the door, pausing for a second. I shake my head, walk to the living room and throw myself into my usual spot in the corner of the sofa.

I scratch my head and think about what I've just heard.

My thoughts are quickly interrupted by Chloe strolling into the room. She's always the first one to get to the food.

A minute later Emily enters the room. I watch her, I can't take my eyes off her actually.

This is creepy Dan, stop it. I avert my eyes but they quickly make their way back to her.

She sits down beside me and lifts a carton.

"Watcha get me?" she asks, opening the box.

"The usual" I say, still watching her. Seriously I must seem like a weirdo with a major staring problem.

"Everything okay?" she asks. This snaps me out of the staring. I move my eyes to the TV, not taking any of it in.

"Yep... just, thinking"

I'm vaguely aware of Chloe dropping her food all over the place. But how am I supposed to concentrate on anything at the moment.

I feel Emily's eyes on me, but I keep mine locked on the TV.

Does she really like me?