When good meets really, really, really bad.
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Daniel Harper is down on his luck as he struggles to pay for his sophomore year at NYU. After a failed attempt at selling drugs, he gets offered a deal too good to be true: Date the heir to the Vitt...
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DANIEL HARPER
I stared out the window of my childhood bedroom, watching the sun beam down on the ground below. It's not like New York. New York was cold, frigid, and snowy. Arizona is warm and sunny. Complete opposites.
Before Lucien, I was more reserved. Less confident. Less experienced. Now, I feel like I'm finally alive. After the death of my parents, it was as if my life was put on pause. I just lived with no development.
But then came along Lucien. Stubborn, quick to get angry, extreme, loving, handsome, and protects me like I'm his world. He's shown me so much. He was my first everything.
There's good things that come with Lucien. But he's a packaged deal. If you want his good, you'll also have to get his bad.
And I had to take his bad. It was small moments. His possessiveness at times. His ability to quickly choose violence.
So I did what the old Danny would do. I ran. I ran away and chose to ignore the problem and put it off for a later day.
The knock on my bedroom door alerted me. My aunt stood there looking at me.
"You okay, Danny?" She asked. She got closer, her eyes on me. She looks very similar to my mother. She has her green eyes, black messy hair, and fair skin.
"I miss him..." I muttered, placing my head in my arms and crying.
After I returned to Arizona, I explained to my aunt and uncle a small bit of what happened. They were shocked to learn that I already had a boyfriend. But I didn't explain to them of who he was. Nor did I explain the incident that caused my return.
They just think that we got into an argument.
"It's been a week already. Why don't you try calling him." My aunt said.
"What if he's too angry? I've ghosted him for a week. Would he still want to talk to me?" I asked.
"By the way you described this guy, I bet he himself is dying on the inside waiting for you. You'll never know if you don't try." She said. She rubbed my back and kissed my head. "Just call." She said.
"Okay..." I muttered. I heard her walking out of my room, closing the door behind her.
I got my phone and was met with my wallpaper, a picture I took of me and Lucien. I pulled up his contact and, with a final breath, clicked on the call button.
The phone rang for a while. Until he finally decided to answer.
"Lucien?" I asked, already feeling myself wanting to break down.
"Danny..." He said back, his voice also sounding strained.
"I-I miss you." I said.
"I miss you too, my Danny." He said. "I miss you so much." He added.
