the city // dan howell

Part 14// Adventure

Dan's POV (i know i know):
Tyde is sleeping on my lap. I don't exactly know how that happened.. it just felt right. In the moment, I'm content, but overall, it's reasonably regrettable.
I'm a little too awkward to wake her up as the cab stops.
"Pay up." The man at the wheel sticks out his hand. I can't get my wallet out without having Tyde move, and I still don't know how to wake her.
I gently shake her shoulder, careful to not hurt her.
"FUCK!" She yells out. Something I'd do.
"Its okay." I chuckle. I do that a lot. Y'know, quick laughs.
I take out my wallet and pay without Tyde realizing, as she fixes her hair.
"We can either walk on a trail or just fuck around wherever." I take her hand, which oddly fits nice in mine. I'm not used to being affectionate, so I don't know if that's how hands normally work. Maybe everyone's hands fit together. Oh.
"Wha- what about paying?" She avoids the question as I tug her inside, between the old main gates.
"Don't worry."
She furrows her eyebrows and crosses her arms.
"Come on, don't be that way. Let's just go sit down somewhere. We have a week of missed talking to make up for." I attempt to bring her hand back into mine, for reasons unknown. There's just something about her that makes me impulsively act upon thoughts I would never otherwise think about putting into reality.
"Alright." She sinks her hand into mine, making me smile.
Yeah, I've missed having a female figure like this.
We walk around on the gravel trail before coming to a large tree with low, towering branches that almost act like a curtain, kind of like a willow tree, but not really.
"I like this, a lot." I drag her with me to underneath the tree, which a bench is ironically placed underneath.
She squeals and runs towards the bench, sitting crossed legged as she waited for me to follow.
On anyone else, I'd think she'd be acting strangely childish for someone in their twenties, but I can't help liking it. It's like, she specifically changes my views on everything.
I sit down next to her, so that we're facing each other.
"Hey." Ty blushes. Why?
"Hey." I grin downwards at her. She's only a few inches shorter, which is still tall, but I have advantage.
"What did you want to talk about?" Her innocent features overwhelm me, but instead of focusing on her face, I focus on the beauty of her voice.
"Anything."
"Anything?"
"Start off simple. A question we could create unexplainable tangents off of?"
"Favorite artist?"
"Not necessarily favorite, but Kanye is one of the most problematic that I like- love."
"Kanye? Please, at least tell me you're a My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy type of person."
(a/n i hope he is because otherwise leave)
"I am! I enjoy it quite the most."
"It's the right opinion."
How is it that we have so much in common? It's growing on me, but it also worries me. What conversations could we have at night? Work, I suppose.
"I wish people would appreciate him more for his art rather than who he is as a person." I roll my eyes, thinking about everyone turning him into a meme. I mean, people do that to me too.. but.. people take me seriously. I think.
"Totally. People see him as a narcissistic person who's married to Kim, and don't even give the music a chance before making fun of him. They look over the voice and the lyrics and go straight to the.. stupidity." She compliments my statement.
"I couldn't say it any better. They know the music is there... but they don't..."
"Utilize it's beauty." She finishes my faltering sentence.
"You have a good play on words."
"Thank you."
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Tyde's POV:
I rest my head on his shoulder as we argue the importance of a lot of support. I say you don't need a lot as long as you have your own confidence and job reassuring you that in fact, you are going higher and higher.
Dan, however, puts the idea in my mind that support is key in success. I don't disagree, I'm just saying you don't need as much as he claims. Like, I'm not talking fan support, I'm talking.. loved one support.
"Whilst they may still love and appreciate you, they may not immerse themselves in the dream you're following and therefor not support you within following that dream, but it's okay, because they're still by your side and you have your own reassurance." I poke his chest, feeling his body rise and fall with his sigh.
"Yeahhh, but it's that much easier when you educate your loved ones on what you're doing to the point where they do support you."
"Surely, but it's not needed."
"I suppose."
"Agree to disagree."
"Precisely."
I bury my face into his shoulder a little more as we finish our debate.
"You know, we've been talking for 3 hours? About nothing?" He closes his phone off.
"What the fuck?" How could it already be after 3?
"Should we go back home and get something to eat?" I ask. Now to think about it, I'm a little wobbly after using my voice for that long. We took a little walk earlier before returning back to the bench. And, yes, we did debate the whole walk.
"Depends, are you hungry?"
"A bit, you?"
"Quite parched. Let's go." He hoists me up to my feet, careful so neither of us fall, untimely leading to disaster.
As we walk back to the entrance, I can't help but wonder if this was a date. He invited me out, everything we did and are doing seems fitting, but the word was never thrown out.
I'd rather not ask, and just wait for him to eventually imply what this was. It's probably nothing.
"Yes, now, main entrance of Scadbury Park.. yes, please." Dan hangs up immediately.
"You okay?" I giggle, slightly looking up to make eye contact. I usually hate eye contact, but here I am wanting to make it with one special kid named Daniel Howell.
"Fine. They don't seem to know how to communicate over there, but I'm... okay." He smiles down at me, doing the thing he always does where he traces my jaw line. It gives me the shivers with each slide of the finger.
I know neither of us would be completely comfortable kissing yet, so that's not happening, but this affectionate touch.. has a real effect on me.
It's wonderful.