Tiny Glowing Screens|Daniel.Seavey

Junkie- hemry morris.

I fear I will be 16 soon. I am shaking in my boots. I will die.

Daniel's POV

"Ey up. Hang on." I slowly turns around, squinting at her. "Baby, what?"

"You stare at me like I have something on my face- do I have something on my face?" She's had an unfathomable amount of sugar. "What was that thing you just said. When I was putting it on the counter."

"I told you to hang on- oh. Ey up? Just, it's just a saying. A sound. The other day I saw Johnny making out with some guy and made it super awkward with a little 'ey up.' No true meaning. Just a small presence showing its- interesting."

"I see. Never heard you say it before." She sighs. "I got a little mad the other day and I guess I reset back to my old way a little."

"It's cute." She looked up, scrunching her face at me. "Freak."

"Baby, really?" She smiled, teeth and everything. "Prettiest girl in the world aren't you my love." Brushing the hair from her face, I leaned in as gentle as I could. Hoping she was okay.

I always worry about kissing her, I waited so long for it and I don't know why. Every time I go to kiss her I just have some weird feeling in my chest that I should ask her about.

I just don't want her to feel like she has to. "Ginny." I whispered against her lips, swallowing the tears back. "I need you to be honest with me okay." She nodded, her hands soft on my cheeks.

"Are-" that damn lump in my throat was going to be the death of me. That sweet little look in her eyes almost made my heart stop. "Your dad, he didn't-" I was cold, freezing. Her hands were the only warm thing apart of me. "Did he?"

"It was the one thing I got to keep." She said, her voice was so gentle. "You were the only person it felt right with. I've never kissed anybody before you. Never touched anybody, never done anything. I'm glad it was you."

"Really?" She nodded, pulling me in closer. "I have not ever been happier." Her arms wrapped around my neck. Her lips on mine.

She was so close me but it just wasn't close enough. I needed her closer. "Please." I've become my worst nightmare.

I'm fucking desperate.

It's uncontrollable. Jesus fucking Christ I needed her closer- Johnny would've killed me if he'd heard me.

But I can't help it.

I clenched her shirt into my fist, pulling it tight with her hands in my hair. "Please." Closing the door behind me, I held her against me, falling against the bed with her closer.

I've never taken a shirt off quicker than I just did. I wasn't even doing this for some weird sex thing. I just wanted her on me. "I don't want to have sex I just need you closer to me. I swear I'm not trying to do anything weird."

"It's fine." Hugging her into my chest, I moved over to the middle of the bed. Her chest against mine.

I know the scars were something she'd always hated. But they looked so pretty. Like somebody had cut her wings from her back.

She might've been an actual angel. "Your scars are healing quite quickly."

"I wish they'd disappear." She whispered. "They make you look like an angel. I know they're awful, story wise. But you have them now. Might as well learn to love them."

"I guess." Having her this close was nice. It wasn't close enough, but it was nice. "My sweet girl aren't you baby." I could feel her cheeks getting warmer against my chest.

"You're not close enough," I groaned. "It's awful. I wish I could- in the most, none sexual way. I wish I could have you inside of me. Like an extra set of bones or something. There's just this Imogene sized hole in my soul and I need you there."

"Really are one for the dramatics are you." I let out a quiet sigh. "I have issues." It was more of a realisation. I hadn't meant to say it. But I did.

"No. I was kidding. I think it's sweet." She sits up, pouting at me with her cheek pressed into her hand. "I've had literal dreams about this. Never had a face, always just, this way. You are quite literally, my dream girl."

"Glad I could be of service." She moves up, staring through my damned soul. "You have, lot sand lots of great things. I like your face though. You're great on the inside. But your face is just so good."

"Thank you baby." She moved herself from my lap, pulling at the blanket, hiding under it slowly. "We can take a nap together. Then my sweat will be on your sweat."

"My god you're weird." I said, following her of course. "Kiss me." Throwing myself on top of her, I kissed her like an idiot. My hands pressed to her face. "Absolutely beautiful. You are perfect."

"Sure buddy." It felt like a crime, hearing her say it. "You ever call me buddy again, I will rip you apart and eat you for my dinner."

"Oh no way. Nice." I couldn't even act like I was surprised. "Wearing jeans under a blanket should he punishable by death."

"Take your pants off-" she froze. Her eyes slowly turning to me with that stupid smile hidden. "I did not mean that how it sounded." Her eye twitches when she lies.

I'm not sure she's fully aware of this fact. But I think it's cute. "Sure you didn't- my jeans just ripped."

She turned away from me, giggling into her hand before reaching over and ripping the rest of it off. "Imogene!" I screamed, hearing her stupid laugh as she fell off the side of the bed.

"Totally worth it." She grunts out, holding the jeans up like some kind of white flag. "Right well can you please join me again. It's cold and I'm lonely."

"I feel shame. Embarrassment. And also, I'm stuck." Leaning over the bed, giggling at the way she'd said it. Her little beady eyes staring at me with a soft smile. "Stuck on what?"

"My foot is stuck. Also my arm hurts. The cast is warm. There's a ruler stuck in it." So many things, so little time to process it. "Come here then."

Lifting her off the floor. I pulled her food from the bed frame. Kissing her waist because it was all marked and scraped up. "I can't do anything about the ruler thing."