It was you.

A Date

»I'm gonna add pictures of Danny in the beginning of each chapter. Does it have anything to do with the story? Probably not.«

After a while there was a knock at the door. You hopped up off the couch, a huge smile on your face. All through your head rushed thoughts of your date. Danny, Danny, Danny!

Damn, you needed to calm down. You took a deep breath and opened the door, revealing the head of curly locks you knew.

"Hey," He smiled. "Ready, I see?"

"Oh, yeah." You laughed. "I clean up nice when I want to."

"Nice. Now, let's go m'lady!" He chuckled and linked your arm with his. Thank god you made sure you had everything beforehand. He basically yanked you out of the apartment, still making sure you were okay.

His car wasn't bad, but it was a little beat up. You both climbed in, Danny having opened your car door before getting in his. You looked at him, trying not to smile. You just shook your head and laughed, looking down at your feet.

"What?" He chuckled, turning on the radio.

"It's nothing. I'm just.. Really happy." You nodded.

You were very glad he had forgiven you, wether he knew it or not. The kind eyes and the cute smile you had loved, they came back for you. It was all you could ask for.

"I'm happy too! I'm excited to be going out with someone so amazing, you know? Like, you're just- I should stop." He smiled and nodded.

"What do you want to do? Because there's nothing I really want to see in theaters."

"Maybe we could just get something to eat? Do you know any good places?" You looked at him, his kind smile warming your heart more and more each second.

"Mmmmmm, I dunno. Maybe just some McDonalds? I'm not trying to impress here." He chuckled.

"Buy me Carl's Jr and I'm yours." You laughed, covering your mouth.

"Alright, I don't mind a burger once and a while. Or maybe I can get chicken strips." He thought for a second, before shaking his head. "Whatever, I'll just decide when we're there."

The ride was silent, other than the sound of Rush playing. You had remembered how much he had loved the band, and it seemed he kept the love.

You felt happiness again as he sang. It was quiet, but you could still hear it. You looked at him, his eyes clearly on the road. The smile on your face didn't vanish, especially when you stopped at a red light and he looked at you.

He smiled, his eyes doing the slight squint they always did.

You looked back to the road, muttering the word "Green," before lying your head back. This man, oh god what he did to you.

Never before him had you felt such an admiration, to any man. Usually it was just light kissing and empty, useless sexual gestures. They all just wanted to use you, and it was obvious. But Danny, Danny had been something different.

His kisses were always full of love, and meaningful, wether small pecks or long sessions of making out. And he didn't want to use you. Sex was never sex with him, he was passionate, and caring. Instead of sex, it was making love.

Danny was truly one of the only men in your life that had cared about you. It was never his fault for you leaving. It was yours, but you couldn't have had lived with the burden that had forced itself upon you.

You couldn't have ruined his life. Never in a million years would you have been able to.

Danny looked at you, his scarred eyebrow raised. He obviously looked worried, but not one-hundred percent sure how to feel.