Tiny Glowing Screens|Daniel.Seavey

Greenlight- lorde.

Daniel was serious about the whole, not seeing him thing. His parents made him take days off school.

I had Johnny still, but he's pissing me off. Every single thing he says seems to irk me. It's never personal. I'm just in a pissy mood.

"Johnny I'm gonna rip your teeth out." I said quietly. I don't even know why I'm mad. "I'm sorry." I was my mad, I guess. I was just prolonging the start of a panic attack.

I really didn't want to do this today. I couldn't. I physically couldn't do it.

I spaced out so bad that I ended up at the lunch table staring at the wall. "You okay?" I shook my head slowly. "Damn. You need ice?" He whispered. "Ice?" I asked. "Baby."

Where the fuck did he get the sunglasses? Where the hell was the music coming from?

If somebody else had done this they would've been bullied. Daniel says his pretty privilege is like a plot armour.

Because who the fuck dances on a lunch table with a water bottle microphone and ends up with a crowd?

Nobody does it like Johnny does it.

Nobody would ever make this look as fun as he does. I think it's because he knows the words so there's no awkward moments.

It's just so easy to watch. It's no wonder everybody wants him. Personally I do not. Not really into blondes but if I was he'd be up there.

Of course a round of applause was followed, he took his bow, curtsying not soon after.

Blowing me a kiss. Sitting down beside me like it hadn't happened. "Would you like some water?" He pushes the bottle over to me. "No I'm okay."

"Drink the water please." He opened it for me and everything. "After school I'll drive down west road and we can listen to music really loud in the rich neighbourhoods. The woodland ones."

"Proper fancy." He raises his eyebrows. "Did you need to talk? I'm a good listener I promise."

"No it's okay. It just happens you know?" He smiled at me, usually it's a grin. This time it seemed, softer. "You're stronger than I am cause I would've cried the second I felt it."

The day went by, Johnny kept sighing. I think he misses Daniel more than I do. I mean they'd probably be dating if Daniel was gay. I'm not fully convinced he's straight but who am I to guess.

"Fucking love ice cream." He says, gritting it through his teeth. He was staring at that ice cream like it was his worst enemy. "You sure?"

"Mhm. So good. So yummy. So cold. Makes my mouth feel weird." Really had his times. "Feel shame Lomax. Feel it."

"Fuck you. Freedom of speech. What song are we playing- what, the fuck, is that?" He hit the breaks pretty hard. Both of us staring at the sign. Staring at each other with our eyes twitching.

"There's no way." We both jumped out of the car, taking a closer look. "God hates me, bunny. God hates me."

"She does not." I mumbled, watching him give me a slight side eye. "She does. It says so on this random sign made by a 40 year old virgin."

"Oh. No, yeah silly me." The front door opened. The man that looked exactly how my father would look if he got old enough. Hopefully he doesn't cause my god it was hard to keep my ice cream down. "What are you doing on my lawn."

"Reading this really great sign. Did you make this yourself?" I asked. "You're one of those."

"What? A girl? You never seen a girl before? It shows." I sucked in a sharp breath. "Yikes. Years are starting to catch up aye?"

"I think he means British. Maybe he hates British people." He was so visibly mad it was disgusting. I was disturbed. "Right. Sorry. My bad."

"You're a fag." I gasped. "Oh my god he said the word. Were you loved as a child? No? Is that why you're all backwards and ugly?"

"He's gonna shoot us." Johnny whispered. "That's right. I am."

"Kinky. You got one on the ready? Or do you have to go back inside and grab it? Should we follow to save you from having to walk anymore?"

"No he's actually gonna shoot us." I took a step back. "I'll give you a free shot if you can catch us first." Grabbing Johnnys arm, I ran backward watching the man take about three steps before giving up. "I'll get you."

"I'll get you too! In another lifetime my love!" I shouted from the window. Watching as he walked inside. "Wait." He stopped the car. I ran out, grabbing the sign and running again. "It's handmade." Johnny cackled.

"Jesus fucking Christ." Throwing it into the back, I turned the music back up. Eating the rest of my ice cream. "Oh yeah!" He screams, the roads slowly emptying with a few cars staring.

I didn't really clock on why he was yelling but I wasn't going to saying anything. He seemed happy enough without my commentary.

Daniel never danced with me in the car, he says it's dangerous. Johnny never cared. He'll always dance.

It definitely helped get through the first day of misery. I would barely see him on the weekend too. Johnny can go see him whenever on the weekends. It seemed unfair.

We stopped by the beach closer to LA. It was packed but we found a little spot near the water.

"What was your house like?" He asked, my head resting on his shoulder. "Mouldy. Damp. Small and cold. It smelt like cigarettes constantly. But like- the type when you would put half out to save for later and then they'd get that really strong smell. It was really awful."

"So your house now is better?" I nodded, picking at his sleeve. "Yeah. The house here is the best house I've ever been in really. I got moved around for a couple months cause my mum lost custody. The houses were pretty shit. Care was shit. My house, the one I grew up in was on the end, like this- awful blue colour that I can't stand. The gate was broken, we had to like, we had to tie a shoelace round it to keep it shut."

"Really?" I used to be so embarrassed, part of me misses all the little broken parts of it. "Mad funny actually though. It's fine. Had a bunch of things broken in that house, the gate was one of the only stable things."