Stay [a danisnotonfire fanfiction]

Second smiles

As I stand once again in front of the bathroom mirror in my bra and pyjama shorts, I notice my ribs are becoming more and more noticeable through the paper-white skin of my chest. It's been a while since I last ate. A long while. The prospect of being able to keep any kind of food down seems no more possible than it has done the last few days.

I sigh, pulling my gaze from my reflection and wandering slowly into my bedroom. I sink into the edge of my bed and begin staring at nothing again.

Max and I are over. Max and I are over. Max and I are over.

The thought runs through my head again and again, until I pull my knees up to my chest for comfort and realise how uncomfortable I am.

I let out a groan and grab the duvet covers in frustration. I need to get out.

I force myself up, and start opening draws and pulling out various items of clothing. I drag them on and find myself in a pair of skinny jeans, a navy shirt and a grey jacket. The little grey pig on the sleeve makes me smile, and I don't even have to look at the rest of the design to know I'm wearing Jack Barakat's hoodie. I met him at Warped Tour last summer, and of course, he was wearing a jacket from his own clothing line. Self-promotion at its best. He let me borrow it as the evening came and the air began to cool, and insisted I keep it when he overheard me tell Max how much I loved Jack for letting me borrow it.

I pull the hood up and lace my Doc Martens, not bothering to even look at my hair.

The unusual November sunlight pours in through the window but I ignore it, concentrating instead on finding my iPod. I see it perched on the shelf, wrapped in my blue earphones which I slip into my ears, awaiting the first song.

Of course, Crash by You Me At Six starts to play. Typical.

I skip it, pushing the unwanted memories away, and find a more upbeat song.

The unmistakable intro to I Don't Care by Fall Out Boy blasts into my ears and as the familiar words fill my brain, I feel the corners of my mouth turn upwards for the second time this morning.

I lock my apartment door behind me and head mindlessly towards the elevator, with no idea of where to go once I get out. But that doesn't bother me. It can be an adventure.

I walk along the corridor, past other apartment doors and press the 'down' button when I reach the lift, still smiling at Patrick's voice.

The doors open slowly and I step into the tiny box of a space, immediately taken by surprise to have come face-to-chest with someone in a blue shirt.

I look up to find a pair of terribly familar brown eyes, and my heart lurches uncomfortably.

*****

Two chapters in one night, you lucky people!

Just kidding.

This probably means I won't update for 3826272 years but I am actually quite excited for this fic so hopefully it will go somewhere quite soon.

I'm always up for comments and even a cheeky little vote if you think its worthy, and I promise Dan is coming soon.

Also, if you dont know who Jack Barakat is, go Google him and then tell me how much you cried at his beautifulness.

That is all, thankyuuh for reading.