☁️: two short chapters today for convenience purposes. next chapter is a RAVE let me tell ya. enjoy :)
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Minnie slipped out of the mansion along with the rising of the morning sun. She simply left a note for Shawn, something about ice cream, she avoided waking him up so she wouldn't have to explain herself. He gets annoying about that sometimes, especially if he knew where she was off to.
She was, in fact, not going on an ice cream run. No, Minnie has bigger worries and every one of them contains a man named Daniel.
Dan. Stupid, poor, little helpless Dan.
The man her boyfriend had effortlessly beat to a pulp, so yeah, when she got out of bed with said boyfriend laid inches from her, she felt horrible. She's been feeling horrible. It's about time she acted on those sullen feelings. Plus, just between you and me, she had a hard drive. A hard drive that contained every song she'd recorded with no production value other than the melody that she carried with her voice.
Minnie had, in these past few days, compiled an album. An album that Shawn had no awareness of. As far as he is concerned, she was writing. Writing and writing poems that became songs only when he dared to step out into the garden. It was in those moments of sheer silence she could trace her words into the waves of sound, intended for only her... and now for Dan, to hear.
At his front door, she hadn't anticipated the anxiety that would crowd her calmest thoughts. She wiped the sweat of her palms on her pant legs repeatedly, ringing the doorbell a second time. It was 8 in the morning... but Dan should be awake, right?
She'd heard a few thumps from inside, followed by grumbles as the sounds shuffled closer to the door. Clicks of the lock sounded before a disheveled Dan opened the door, his eyes, circled with purple bruises, barely open.
"Dan." Minnie proclaimed, shocked at the aftermath of her boyfriend's fists.
His eyes opened wider at the call of his name, only then gauging who was standing before him.
"Minnie Mouse?" Dan questioned as if it were a dream, the sleep in his eyes beginning to fade.
"C-Can I come in?"
Dan raised an eyebrow, peering his head out of the door frame before examining the driveway packed with only his and Minnie's car. "Is... he here?"
"No." She answered with the stifle of a chuckle. "He's not with me."
He gave her one more look, as if to study her. What did she want?
"Yeah, come on in."
"Great." She entered, met with the familiar scent of Dan's home. It was nostalgic. The kind of nostalgia that makes your stomach turn with the begging of the question Had it really been that long?
"I- uh-"
Dan motioned to the couch, gesturing for her to sit so they could have a good ol' conversation.
"Oh, right, thanks."
Silence.
"Why are you here?" He broke it without a second thought.
"I wanted to check on you." She answered truthfully.
"Bullshit. What else?" He smirked.
"It's not bullshit, but it's not the full truth either." Minnie smiled. It's nice to be around someone who really knows her.
"Ok well, for one, I'm doing great. The colossal welt on the left side of my face went away yesterday, and my busted lip is almost closed. I just can't laugh as... rambunctiously as I wish to."
