Tiny Glowing Screens|Daniel.Seavey

You make me sick- p!nk.

I think I might have to go back once I'm done and do major editing. I'm sorry. My hands are always cold so I type like a idiot.
The book itself isn't bad it's just the way I write I'm sorry.

Falling back against the stall, I looked up with my eyes blurry. His number written in my mother's handwriting. "I'm not having sex in the changing room are you crazy."

"Please don't." I said, hearing both voices completely clear out. The footsteps getting closer until I found Daniel and a girl stood behind him.

"Awkward much." He said. "For you or for me? Are you gonna have sex?"

"No." I let out a sigh. "Then I guess it's not awkward. She doesn't seem to be happy about the news."

"Hold on one second." The door closed, my mind completely turning away from it all and remembering that I had weed in my jacket.

The last paper I had left too. It had little cherries on it. It was by far my favourite. 

The door opened again, the girl missing from his shadow. "Hello there."

"They can smell it there. You have to sit in the showers if you want to smoke." I tilt my head, Daniel tilting his head with me like I was a dog.

"Do you have any tests?" He asks. "No." He holds his hand out. "You wanna drive somewhere with me?"

"Why are you being nice to me?" I asked, he didn't even hesitate with his shrug. "I want to?"

"You're not exactly evil are you. Everybody keeps saying you're mean." He pouts. "No I am. I just know for a fact that Johnny would, literally kill me if I upset you."

"He came to my house yesterday and gave me seeds for my flowerbed." Daniel lets out a sigh, unsurprised. "The first day we met he gave me a worm and said it was the first worm he saw when I said hello to him."

"That's adorable." Daniel pushes me back as the girl he was with storms down the hallway. "I don't understand why you hate her?"

"I don't hate her." It was such an awkward silence. I could see him side eyeing me and it almost hurt not to laugh. "Whatever."

He threw me over his shoulder, like I didn't only meet him yesterday. The men in this town are so strangely affectionate and I know I should worry but I see no need to.

The women are sweet and gentle and most of them are married to the affectionate men so I think they just live happy lives. Except for Charlie, he's just affectionate because he's some form of cat.

I wasn't used to it still. The men in my life all fucking suck. All of them.

"I met you yesterday and you're already forcing me into your car." I tut. "Nobody has ever been in my car. Shush."

Looking up at him, I got the smallest glimpse of the red eyes that I couldn't see in the dark changing room. "Where are we going?"

"Somewhere away from here." My mum always told me that people will just barge into your life and feel comfortable from day one. I've always been told that if it happens then it'll last.

I just never had the right people around me. I guess to Daniel I'm about as normal as it's gonna get. Everybody at school seems to have that same nickname for him.

It's so unoriginal and anticlimactic that it hurts every time I hear it. I mean calling a rich boy 'rich boy' just seems so weird to me.

That's like calling Batman 'orphan boy' or something. Like yeah I'm sure that's why you know him but it's weird. It makes me physically cringe whenever I hear it. "Ginny."

"Hm?" I turned to face him, tucking the hair behind my ears. "Sorry."

"You want food?" I nodded frantically. Watching him give me the fakest smile ever. "What's your favourite colour?" I asked. "What?"

"What's your favourite colour?" The things I would've done to be asked my favourite colour. It's so simple but it just feels so freeing and human. "Uhm.. I guess, red?"

"All types of red or just the solid, primary colour?" He laughs. "Dark red I guess. Like a dark crimson colour."

"Nice. Also I have three dollars and a paper clip." That damn laugh. I'm not even sure I could ever enjoy a man's laugh. But him and Tyler just have such personality in theirs it's hard to ignore.

"What did you want?" I hummed. Tapping my chin. "No clue. I'll get what you get if it's under three dollars."

"You said you had three dollars." He laughs. "Yeah but I need my quarters for the tattoo machine at the petrol station."

"Tattoo machine- did you want to smoke that now? And then get food?" Holding it like a baby, I looked up at Daniel. "You wanna smoke it now?"

"It's not mine. I didn't do this to smoke I was just bored." Fuckin liar. "We can both smoke it. We'll get food after."

"I'm driving. You'll die." He whispered. "I'm fine with that. Go out on a high."

Sometimes I don't even mean to say stupid shit, but it made him laughs, so I suppose it's sort of worth it. "Fine but if I crash then my last words are gonna be I told you so."

"I'm immortal. Until I play a massive arena in some weird state that's overly loved by people. I will not die- also, why do people obsess over Maddison square gardens? There's places in England way bigger."

"It's not the captivity. It's the name. People playing there is like this, massive thing for their name and their tours. Wembley is in that same list but it holds far more people. It's usually just about the name of the place never the amount of people it holds."

"Oh. That makes so much more sense. What do you want to do when you get out of highschool?" I asked, trying to be as careful as I could when moving around his car. "What's your dream?"

"My dad planned my life out for me. I'm gonna be apart of his company." I shook my head. "That's not what I asked. What do you want to do?"

"I don't know. I've never been allowed my own plan. Music sounds good and it's something I like. But I don't really have time for hobbies and so I will literally have to say, whatever my dad does."

"It's not really a hobby if it gets you places. Music is something in its own sense. Is it something you want or is it the first thing you thought of?"

"It's something I want." He answer quickly. Rummaging through the glove compartment in front of me. "Then why act like you're going to end up in your dad's place?"

"Better to be realistic. I know what they tell you, I know what everybody says about me and my family. They're not wrong. It's all true and there's nothing I can do about it."

"You think?" He shrugged, handing me the lighter. "I just know that having high hopes for something is just not possible for me. I say this as a white boy from a gated community I know but Jesus Christ it just- feels impossible."

"There's an extra place next to me in music. I'll talk to Miss Brenner. She can give you a trial and if you still feel like it's impossible, then you know it's not going to work. But remember that if you go with what you hate then you will end up in that exact same place your dad is in, the town talking shit and you being too miserable to care."

"Only difference is that my dad loves this life." I hummed, holding out the joint. "Then it'll be even worse for you."

"Great." I smiled, coughing slightly with my mouth getting drying by the second. "We should've got drinks." I said between my coughs. "My eyes are dry." He whispered. Reaching into my pocket, I lean over the console. "Stay still."

"How often do you do this? I mean you're carrying eyedrops." Tilting his head back, I pulled his eyelid down. Dropping them in without a warning because he would've flinched.

"You're gonna slip." He says, his hand pressing to my leg to push it back onto the seat. "I'm fine. Okay. They should be good."