His Help (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 9

This is kind of what I imagined Danielle looking like! But as always you guys picture her however you want ^_^

Why were the lights on?

I walked towards our treehouse in the woods behind my house and climbed the small ladder into the wooden structure that we had worked so hard to build.

I saw Danielle in the corner as she cried, her red hair blocking me from seeing her face as I crawled over to her and wrapped my arms around her. "What's wrong?" I asked hesitantly as she grasped my shirt and cried into my chest, her small body shaking as she sobbed.

"Angela won't stop picking on me." She said between sobs as I tightened my grip on her slightly. Angela always did this. She would always pick on Danielle because she seemed so weak and kindhearted, easy to prey on in a middle school like ours.

Danielle was a easy target in more ways then one and she tried so hard to be the picture perfect version of beauty, putting on heaps of makeup every day and insisting people call her Elle instead of Dani. No matter how hard she tried though Angela would come out of nowhere with her crude insults at Danielle's body.

No matter how hard I tried I couldn't always be there when Danielle needed me and I regretted every second I left her alone. "You don't have to try so hard you know. I think you're beautiful." I said as I held her closer to me as she tried to stop crying. "It's not just you though Gavin, why can't you understand? I have to be perfect to everyone all because my parents are drunks, I have to be pretty and smart so that I can prove to them I'm not like my parents!" She said as her sobs shook me from my dream.

I opened my eyes slightly as I reached for my phone on the coffee table.

5 in the morning.

I sighed, I'd been having dreams like that more and more and sometimes they were pure nightmares, dreams where I'd find Danielle dead because I'd left her for the city instead of doing everything in my power to stay and help her. Those were the dreams that made me want to do something drastic although I always felt so lost after those nightmares. I couldn't do anything even if I wanted to.

If she didn't email me or even call me on Skype she probably didn't want to be found, although the nagging feeling at the back of my mind telling me she might've been forced to be quiet and not talk to me was still there.

It wasn't as if I could ask anyone either considering nobody had really known her and probably didn't even remember her- "Why are you up so early?" Caspar said stretching and sitting up from the floor as Howard slept soundly on his couch. "No reason." I said quickly as he raised a single eyebrow.

"Are you okay? You seemed kind of different from your normal self last night." He said as I shrugged, "I barely remember anything." I lied, hoping he would stop questioning me about my behavior. "Oh, you don't remember anything?" He said tilting his head as I shook my head. "The last thing I remember is walking into the kitchen." I said playing it off and seeing what he would say.

"Huh. It was a pretty funny night. Too bad you don't remember it." He said belly flopping onto the couch across from me as he turned to look at me. "It's too early." He said making me smile a little. "Lots of people wake up early on purpose." I said as he made a face. "I say early birds get eaten by night owls. Nobody really wants to wake up this early." He said making me laugh as he looked at me with this questioning eyes as though he was confused by why I was laughing at him.

"Don't you have to wake up early for basketball games?" I asked him as he groaned. Woah, that's hot. "Don't remind me." He said whining.

I yawned as my eyes began to close almost automatically. "Hey! You can't go to sleep, then I'd be bored!" He said crawling towards me and poking me in the side from the floor next to my coach/bed. "Don't do that." I said sleepily as I shoved his hand away.