LOVER, YOU SHOULD'VE COME OVER, daniel johns

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 ten, when the sun hits

NOW PLAYING... when the sun hits, slowdive
"sweet thing i watch you, burn so fast it scares me. mind games, don't leave me, come so far, don't loose me"

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I AWAKE LEISURELY from my hopeless state of slumber, though almost instantaneously noticing the lack of warmth occupying the space beside me. I reach my left hand across the unkept space, simply out of pure wonder of wether or not my mind is playing an assortment of foul tricks on me, though to my demise i'm met with my thoughts seemingly being confirmed, a vacancy does in-fact lay seated beside me. Where the absolute fuck did he go? My mind begins to wonder into a never ending trail of doubt and dismay, soon feeling as though he potentially left me both high and dry, surely he didn't leave?

I steadily make my way over towards his doorframe, peering my head out within the slightest in the hopes of being met with some form of motion or life on the other-side, seemingly met with nothing but pure silence. Though within saying that, i notice a slight glimmer of light appearing from under the doorway of Dan's self proclaimed "music space", which leads me to gently wonder my feet towards the light, rubbing the sleep from my eyes within the process.
I judiciously open said doorway, whispering a small "Dan?" within my entry. "Oh shit, uhm, i didn't wake you, did i?" He queries, noticing my rather sleepy state. I shake my head in response, though loosing a sense of balance within the process, my legs acting as if they've turned into jello of the sorts. "No, didn't know where you went" i continue, noticing the pen placed delicately within his long fingers. "What're you doin'?" i slur, motioning towards his pen in hand. "Writin' shit, i woke up a bit ago n' didn't wanna wake you up" he responds, fixating his stare towards me. Though unbeknownst to you, the sight of you in his extremely oversized tee sends a stir of thoughts within his mind & a swarm of butterflies within his stomach, it was truly a sight for extremely sore eyes, and a sight he'd only dreamed of witnessing again for months & months on end. "Mmm, can i see?" i speak, making reference towards said writing. "Uhm, yeah, if you want" he nervously grins, a sense of apprehension painted within his face. I leisurely stride towards him, frailly positioning myself onto his lap, seemingly without comprehending I'm doing so. "Oh shit, sorry-" i speak, attempting to reprehend to my previous position of standing, though each one of Dan's hands grip firmly onto the sides of my hips, causing my movements into a rather abrupt halt. "No, dont. S' fine" he reaffirms, placing his right hand onto my bare thigh. I read through his writing rather hastily, comprehending each and every word written onto the paper, seemingly attempting to find some form of meaning towards each word & phrase. "God, leave some talent for the rest of us, you pig" i jokingly speak, peering towards him with pure awestruck eyes. He could truly write about the most revolting, blood curdling thing known to man kind, yet still make it sound so beyond beautiful & poetic. "S' not that good" he responds, both a sense of uncertainty & insecurity present within his tone. "Don't even go there, seriously" i caution, "Its fucking amazing, everything you write is. I mean it" i praise, speaking nothing but the pure truth. "Thanks" he smiles softly, brushing his thumb along my right thigh gracefully, causing my cheeks to mantle to a slightly bolder shade then previous. I fucking love it when he does that, the fucker is fully aware of it, too. "You can keep goin', ill shut up" i say, reclining myself backwards in order to rest myself along his collarbone region. "Nah, m' enjoyin' jus' sitting here with you again" he responds, his thumb still exhibiting the same motion from mere seconds ago. "Mmm, me too" i mutter, sighing softly into his embrace. "Did you write anythin' else?" i question, peering towards his notebook. "Uhm, yeah, its uh, i dunno" he apprehensively mutters, peering his eyes away from myself. "Y' dont have ta' show me, its okay" i reassure, panning his odd behaviour towards the fact that he may not want to share further pieces with me. He simply nods somewhat sheepishly, toying with each finger attached to his left hand. I clasp onto said hand loosely, placing a faint kiss on the centre while conjunctively circling my thumb around the edges, appreciating the fact that it has a tendency to calm Dan's mind & relieve him from his pessimistic thought processes. "Lets go get brekkie, yeah?" he paces, furthermore switching the subject. "Fuck yes, im starvin'" i exclaim, removing myself from within Dan's lap. "Maccas run? Jus' like we used to?" he smirks while simultaneously elevating himself. "Ya' dont have to ask me twice, lets go, lets go, lets go!" I exclaim, practically racing towards the door, causing Dan to exhale a rather small chuckle in counter.