Til Death Do Us Part

Chapter 2

~Dan's POV~

     Aside from going to classes, I haven't been out of my dorm at all. I missed two of my daily Starbucks visits in a row. I honestly don't know why, but I feel like I'm going through a really bad break-up. Like how you wrap yourself up in a blanket burrito and eat the entire tub of ice cream? Yeah, it's bad.

     I currently feel like utter shit. Jumping on my bed, I try to organize my jumbled thoughts and emotions. I think it has something to do with the events that happened on Monday. He seems too good for me; I'll never have a chance with someone as perfect as him. I'll never be good enough. If I do win him, however, I'll somehow, without fail, fuck everything up, and he'll just leave me. I'm pathetic. Well, what can I do, this is how cruel life can be. Okay, I'm starting to feel way worse. I need a distraction.

     I groan, roll over, and get my phone out to check the time. Wow, 20:48. His location should be closing soon. I notice I have a plethora of missed calls and texts, from none other than Pj.

What? I text. It might sound harsh, but I need him to get straight to the point, I don't have time for this.

I'm going up. He replies.

Um why?

     I hear the keys jingle in the doorknob behind me. He opens the door to my dorm. "To help you get off your lazy ass so you can go get your man!"

     I groan and put my face in my pillow. "Jesus Christ! No, go away. I'm busy."

"Um... doing what exactly?" I can hear the accusation in his voice.

"Regretting all of my life decisions," I say sassily. I lift my head to look at him for a few seconds. Pj has his arms crossed, with his lips in a thin line. I turn around and drop my head back down, with my face facing him. He walks over to my bed with a stern look on his face.

     He slaps mine with little force. "Daniel James Howell! Get up right this instance!"

"Yes mum," I say sarcastically. I drag myself up into a sitting position.

     He gets closer and puts his hands on my shoulders. "Existential crisis or not, you're going to go at least talk to him!" he says firmly. Pj's a little too close for my liking.

     I pat his chest twice, "Okay, okay! Let me go, Pj! I need a shower!"

     He backs away a little so I can actually get up. "Make sure to scrub with lots of bubbles, and especially clean-"

"That's enough, thank you!" I shout hastily. We both laugh hysterically and separate in directions, me grabbing a towel and heading to the bathroom, while Pj walks towards my wardrobe to pick out my clothes.

     I take a longer shower than usual, taking everything in. Squeezing the shampoo bottle, I wash my hair, then wash everything else with soap. I honestly don't know what's going to happen. Am I going to show up in a golden crown and ride on a white stallion or something? Christ, what do I even say? How will he react? Will he even want to talk to me? I shake my head and rinse off. Fuck it, whatever happens, happens. I wrap myself in a towel and brush my teeth.

     I step out of the bathroom, looking at what Pj laid out for me on my bed, a nice-quality grey jumper with my signature black skinny jeans. Thank God that I don't have a roommate, or this whole siuation would have been super awkward.

"Go ahead, I'm not looking," Pj says while aggressively punching buttons on my 3DS, focused on a random game.

     I take off my towel and dry my hair with it. I see the curls forming in front of my eyes; fucking Hobbit hair! I quickly put on my black underwear, then wiggle into my skinny jeans. I put on my socks and shoes while waiting for my hair to be dry enough to straighten it. Then, I put on the grey jumper and straighten my hair.