You Saved Me, I'll Miss You. (A Dan Howell Fanfiction)

Chapter 16, Chloe

     I wake with a start, breathing heavily and shaking. Calm down, it was just a nightmare. It wasn't real. I check the time. It's only 5:17am. My alarm will go off in thirteen minutes for work. Normally I would sleep until it goes off, but with that dream, I'm too shaken up to go back to sleep.

     I roll out of bed and shut off the alarm. I figure I should call Dan, but I'm going to wait until about 9 ish so that I don't wake him up. I guess I could have gone to work today but I just don't feel up for it, I mean, I just got back from the hospital, I got kicked out of my house, I just wouldn't do the job that I know I'm capable of.

  In the 2 weeks that I've worked there I've gotten pretty close with Jenna, she would be awake right now. I could call her and ask for the two-week leave that you get with family emergencies. I mean, it technically is a family emergency.

  I call her and ask, and she says that she'll talk to the big boss about it. I smile and tell her that she can come over after work if she wants, but that I'm only in a motel room. I give her the room I'm in and hang up. I've got all day.

  I decide to go down and have the continental breakfast, they're serving biscuits and gravy down there and I may be super picky with food but that's one of my favorites.

  It doesn't take maybe 10 minutes into my meal when I get a text.

  -"Hey!" It's from Dan!

-Hi! How are you?" I reply.

  -"Well, that depends... call me."

-"Okay...?" So I call him. He answers on the first ring.

  "So I was wondering, if you might want to go on a date with me tonight? I mean I know you've got a lot going on and stuff and I completely understand if you just want to stay home-"

  "Dan, stop okay?" I interrupt him. "I would love to." I smile into the phone, letting myself get excited.

  "Okay, I'll pick you up at 8, wear something nice." As if he has to tell me.

  "Okay, see you then." I hang up the phone and finish up my breakfast so I can head back to my room and plan what I'm going to wear. I rummage through the box I packed with clothes until I find exactly what I'm looking for.

A blue, ruffle tank that's the same color as my eyes, and black skinny jeans. I find my matching blue trainers and pull them out as well.

I dig through the other box until I find my small little jewelery box. I open it up and see my blue "Lantern" earrings I got when I was thirteen. I also find my heart shaped locket-bracelet I got from my parents on their wedding night. It has their wedding picture in it. It's the only thing I have left from them other than the memories.

I open it up and look at their picture, running my fingers across it. I remember when we were younger and we would go to Wales to see our grandparents every Thanksgiving. My grandpa would give us the best turkey and my grandma would make the absolute best mashed potatoes.

It's the small things like that, the simple things, that I miss the most. My mom would always make sure we were well-kept and happy, while my dad would make sure we had enough money to keep food on the table and keep us always financially stable. I used to be so happy. Man, we all were. I mean we had our ups and downs as a family but don't we all? I really did love my parents and I loved my life and then it was all just ripped away in the blink of an eye.

     I just need to think. I need to sit down and think about what I'm going to do. I can't just live in a motel room forever, I don't have anywhere near the money for it. I also don't have near the money for an apartment. Maybe Jenna would take me in, we work together and after I get a few paychecks I could pay my share of the rent and bills and food and everything. We could split it.

  A couple hours pass and I still haven't really thought of anything, so I decide to go through my boxes a little bit more thoroughly and really narrow my stuff down to one box. If I'm going to be staying at anyone's house I'm gonna really need to only have the necessities.

At around 6:30 I start getting ready. I shower and curl my hair, do my makeup and by the time 8:00 comes around I'm still scrambling to make sure I smell good and look good.

I doubt he will judge me based on what I look like or smell like, he's seen my unshowered, bare face in the hospital when I was so drugged up I wasn't even awake to thank the doctors or anything. I still want to look good and impress him, it's a date that's what I'm supposed to do.

In the midst of my thoughts I hear a knock at the door. I check in the mirror one more time and head to the door.
 
  "Coming!" I yell.

Hey guys! The picture on the side is the outfit for the date. It's on polyvore...if it doesn't work, sorry it's my first link thing xD  Haha thanks for reading!

   -Momo:)