Chapter 2: You dare to say you love me

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How do you prepare for something like this? Does your BFF tell you he's in love with you when you both are? Maybe most people wouldn't have a problem with it, not when everyone thinks you're already dating, but I do. I'm not like him. There's really nothing you can do about these types of situations because it doesn't happen that often. It's not like there's an instruction manual to go along with it. I still stand by my reaction. He deserves it. However, I never expected this from him. I mean, yeah, he's a bit moody, but it's mainly for the fans and our image. At least that's what I always thought. Now I know the truth. This is the real one. She is a fairy. A cockcrow.‎

But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's start from the beginning and I'll tell you how she told me and how I reacted. Most of you won't like it, but I'm not here to make you like me. I'm just here to tell you my story. I don't care what you think about it. You're the one who keeps reading, even though by now you'll have a pretty good idea of what's going to happen when we start the actual story. Let's see if your guess is correct.‎

‎The concert was excellent, as was everyone else. Karl, Lee and Ben all wanted to go out to celebrate and the girls all agreed. I did the same, turning to look expectantly at Darren. He blinked at us all and shook his head lightly. He's been acting weird for the last couple of hours, even at the end of the concert, like he's a million miles away. She turned down Ben's offer to go to the club, saying she had some lyrics she wanted to work on. I offered to stay and help him, let him use me as a tool, but I really hoped he would say no. Not that I didn't want to spend time with him, I just wanted a few more Crowns.‎

Luckily she said no, not now, although I was happy to stop when I came back if I wanted to. I said yes, promising not to stay out too late, and left with the others. The club was full of young people in love on the dance floor. I went close to the bar and enjoyed a Corona and watched the others try and fail to dance properly after they all got pretty drunk. Somehow I managed to jump down without anyone noticing, thinking that maybe Leonie was keeping an eye on them since she doesn't drink at all.‎

‎I know you are confused. I know you didn't expect me to react like that. I'm usually bitter about everything. It takes a lot to improve, but it's one thing I won't just let slip off my back.

‎As I watch the tears roll down her face as I continue to scream at her, at this point even I'm not entirely sure what I'm saying, a little voice in the back of my head tells me to shut up about this stupidity and I'm sorry I have to ask Darren for everything I just told him. He tells me that I don't really hate him, that I just don't understand him and that I'm scared. What are you afraid of? No, I'm not afraid. I am angry. I scare the little voice away and keep laughing and cursing at it.‎

‎I can tell when he starts paying attention again. "... and stay away from Sissy Keathleen!" He looks up at me as I taunt him.‎

- Is this what you really want, Danny? Giving up all the years of friendship for something I can't even control?" Somehow I think the words should be angry, yelling at me, but they're quiet, full of pain as he looks up at me, misery clear in every line of his face .‎

I don't even hesitate. "Believe me, if I had known this sooner, I would never have become your friend." I turn away from his pathetic form on the couch and head for the door, slamming it on my way out.‎

‎I walk down the hall and into my own room, feeling sick to my stomach. All this time and I had no idea? How could I have been so blind? I quickly took off my clothes, climbed into bed, and decided that I would rather not think about anything else tonight. I needed some sleep and I needed it now. Hopefully I'll wake up tomorrow and none of this would have happened. Turns out it's going to be some kind of horrible dream and I'll tell Darren and we'll laugh and everything will be normal. It will be normal.‎

‎I'm never that lucky.‎

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