I walk upstairs to see Dan and Arin sharing some giant gummy bear at the table. "Hey," I greet Dan. He waves since his mouth is filled with gummy bear. "I wonder if it would be fine if you brought a guest to Caroline's party." I smirk. Dan swallows the gummy bear, shoots up from his chair, and hugs me tight. "What made you change your mind?" he asks as he lets me go, holding onto my shoulders so he can look at my face dead on. "I thought that I might as well give her a second chance. I mean, she might've changed over the years." I smile glancing over to Arin, who was giving me a thumbs up. "Awesome! Well, might as well get ready to go." Dan motions to the clock, which read 8:12. Nothing wrong with being fashionably late.
A little while later, we pick up Mark and head to the address written on the napkin. As we pull up, it seems to be a house that doesn't seem to be in the best condition. Dan parks the car and we head up the gravel driveway. We didn't even need to knock since Caroline was on the porch drinking something from a red solo cup. "Oh hey! Glad you guys made it!" She seems drunk. She takes a look at me, and I smile kindly, but she just glares. She then directs her attention to the guys. "You want any drinks?" she slurs. Dan declines but Mark takes a beer. Caroline leads them inside, but insists I stay outside with her.
After the boys are out of sight, she takes me behind the house. "Why the fuck are you here." She may be drunk, but she doesn't seem to be completely smashed. "I wanted to give you a second chance. I know we haven't seen each other in years, so I thought that maybe we could start over--" I'm interrupted by her hand slapping me across the face. "This isn't some fairytale. You aren't the cool girl I hung out with as a kid. You're some fucking cock-sucking slut. You think you're all that cause you're dating some guy? Well you aren't. He isn't even that hot. The other one however, is fucking smoking. I mean, how could you date a guy with a fucking jew fro? That's a turn off if I've ever seen one. I mean you probably haven't even fu--" SLAP!! "I knew it. You haven't changed at all. You think I'm dating just because he's cute? Or I want to fuck him? No! I'm not like you!" I started to raise my voice and draw attention, but I didn't care. I'm done with being pushed around. I'm not going through first grade again. Not again.
"I'M DATING HIM BECAUSE I LOVE HIM! BECAUSE HE MAKES ME LAUGH! HE CHEERS ME UP WHEN I'M SAD! HE UNDERSTANDS MY PROBLEMS! HE LISTENS! HE IS THE MOST PERFECT MAN ON THIS EARTH! AND IF YOU CAN'T COMPREHEND WHAT THAT MEANS, THEN YOU DON'T KNOW THE TRUE MEANING OF LOVE YOU HEARTLESS BITCH!" I slap her again. "I should've never given you a second chance."
That's when I turned around to see Dan and Mark. Watching. They had seen it. Everything.
Dan's POV
As I'm in the house with Mark, I wanted to go and find (Y/N). I asked around if anybody'd seen her, and someone pointed me to the back. I went over to the porch door and saw (Y/N) and Caroline. I couldn't tell what she was saying, but (Y/N) was yelling something at Caroline, then she slapped her. What the fuck is going on out there! I open the door and hear (Y/N) say, "I should've never given you a second chance." She turns and sees me and Mark staring. I walk outside over to (Y/N). How could she do that?! "What the fuck, (Y/N)?! I know you're so much better than this!" I looked over at Caroline who was holding her cheek. She looked at me with such sadness in her eyes. I then turn back to (Y/N), a little pissed. "What the fuck were you thinking?!"
Then I noticed her horrified expression. "(Y/N)." I try to put my hand on her shoulder, but she pulls away almost immediately. I can see tears starting to well up in her eyes. "...i'm sorry.... please forgive me... i'm sorry... please don't..." she mumbles. Her eyes are now darting around the backyard at everyone inside watching this happen. I try to get close, but she starts to panic. "Andrew... I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean it... please don't hurt me.... please..." "(Y/N), snap out of it!" I shout, but that made it worse. She covers her ears, with tears starting to fall down the frame of her face. "No! Stop! Stop talking in my head! Get out of my head!" She backs away into the fence. She was crying, shaking, and it was even starting to effect how she acted. "Are you okay?" Mark asks getting closer to her and reaching his hand out to her. "No! Don't!" I try to take him away from her, but she starts to scream. She pushes past us and runs off. "(Y/N)!" I scream. "Good riddance..." Caroline mumbles. That's when I kick her in the face. "Y'know," I start to taunt over her. "I don't usually resort to violence, but no one, and I mean no one, talks like that about the girl I love."
I run after her down the sidewalk until I reach an alley where I hear her crying. I look over to see her in a ball crying into her knees. I take a step towards her, which scares her and causes her to whimper and scooch away from me. I forcefully grab her hand and pull her into a hug. She's silent, until she starts to cry more. But not like before, it was like she was crying tears of joy. I started to quietly sob while she kept crying and giggling. I wish I never would have brought her here. Never. I should've listened to her. Why didn't I fucking listen! The best I can do for an apology is be here for her while we both share a good crying session.
Edit: Okay, guys, listen. I wrote this before Mark had his surgery. Please stop flooding the comments with shit like "MARK IS GONN DIE HE CAN'T DRINK GAGH" I know that now. But please stop. It's kind of annoying. Please check the date of the fic. Please. For my sanity's sake.
~Luna
