Me and You

Chapter 4

A/N: So, here's that belated chapter! Enjoy! (Sorry if my speech pattern seems a little funky. I've been watching a lot of British YouTubers today :P )

*Dan's POV*

The door hit my nose as Chrys slammed it. I put my hand to my face and chocked back a swear word as there were kids in the street. I heard Chrys crying on the other side of the door. I knocked saying, "Chrys? Chrys, can you hear me?" I was answered by a pounding on the door. Apparently she didn't want to talk to me. "Chrys, can you please open the door? I'm sorry. So, so sorry."

"Go away!" I heard her scream through sobs.

I took my hand off from where it was resting against the door and took a step back. "But I think I love you," I whispered.

*Chrys' POV*

When I had finally calmed down, I cleaned up the mess from the coffee table and started cooking dinner. It was almost ready when I heard the garage door open. When Mom came in, she shivered and shook off her coat.

"It's snowing again," she said.

"Really?" I asked sarcastically. "I couldn't tell." I carelessly pointed to the window over the sink that looked out to our snow covered backyard. The swingset was half-buried in snow. It had snowed an awful lot so far this winter, even for Pagosa Springs.

"So what's for dinner?"

"Pasta."

"Yum. You make the best pasta."

"Why thank you." I said. This was routine. We always did this when we had pasta. I rubbed at my face, hoping that all signs of the tears I had shed earlier were gone. I took the pot of noodles off the burner and drained it. "ROSIE! DINNER!" I shouted.

When she came down, we made our plates and sat down on the couch to watch TV. When Mom finished her food, she cleared her throat. "I just wanted you both to know that I'm going on a date next Friday."

I choked on a mouthful of pasta. I swallowed it and asked, "Why?"

"Because I think it's about time that I start getting back out in the world. And it's time you had a father."

"I'm going upstairs to work on homework for a while," I said. I put my half-finished plate of pasta on the coffee table. I ran upstairs and shut the door to my room before lying on my bed and crying. This day could not have gone worse.

I thought I should inform you that this ENTIRE chapter was written using ONE hand :D Until Monday!