It Just Kind Of Happened

03: NIPPLES ARE POLEMIC

SUMMER X DANIEL

Okay, yeah, he wanted to smile like that, but goddammit she was still laughing. And no, he had absolutely no problem with other's happiness, but please. No one was this happy, not unless they wanted to hide something. That's probably why he was just Daniel. Not entirely happy, not entirely sad. Just Daniel, a mix of everything in the right proportion. Nothing to hide therefore nothing to cover with weird stuff. Feelings being the weird stuff.

Summer was finding it really giggle-worthy though. The way that the boy took ages to just answer a simple question like what's your name. He got this empty look when she asked that, open mouth and all. She could almost imagine him drooling. He was an over thinker, she categorized. Those kinds of people who just thought of evasive answers or even questions to respond anything. She found it funny. And maybe just a little bit curious. Why would he choose such a complex way of living if there were things so much simple? There is no meaning to what's your name beyond the fact that she wanted to know his name.

Daniel Webber was his name, but it wasn't who he was. At least that's what she got out of his three-minute speech about it. And seven minutes ago she was thinking that the next five hours until her flight would be tedious. With her peripheral vision, Summer examined her situation. She was currently sitting on the ground at a stranger's feet talking with not-the-person-Daniel Webber. The two people sitting beside her were also somewhat talking, and other than that, their gate was pretty much empty. Just a few random people who worked there and a janitor.

It was a funny situation. And not because she found everything funny — because let's agree, it's so much easier for it to just be funny. It was funny because it could've been anyone. If it wasn't for the fact that Summer Hills felt bad for laughing at a deaf person — and yes, it was because he was hearing impaired, okay? Like it or not people will treat you differently. They treat you differently if you catch a cold, they treat you differently if you were born with bad eardrums. Live with it. — she would have probably just walked to a corner and hid there behind magazines and newspapers.

Then Summer Hills would not have met Daniel Webber, would she? Because Daniel wouldn't have gone out of his way and helped Summer without thinking twice about it. Hell, without thinking twenty times about it. He wouldn't have gone and helped her if his blue eyes hadn't caught a glimpse of such smile.

And it was a good thing that Summer met Dan. At least it looked like it was a good thing. They seemed to get along just fine if you were an outsider. Now, if you take a look up-close, you'll realize the conversation consisted mostly of the giggles and long speeches. Which seemed to be okay with them, so all in all, it was working out.

"So you can smile." Summer said, and for the love of God, what the fuck was that voice? So soft and smooth; so chill and relaxed and... funny.

"W-What?" and that's exactly what was repeating inside of his head. What?

"You can smile." She repeated, and in that moment, Daniel didn't care that his behind was starting to sleep. He didn't care that his hair was sticking to his forehead and he didn't care that there was this huge pimple on his cheek. He had just found it. He had just understood! He had just understood something he didn't even know. "You were telling me about the probabilities of the world and the insignificant weight of a smile compared to many other actions, when all you wanted to do all along is smile, right?"

How could she do it? No, please, someone explain to Daniel Webber how Summer Hills — a girl with such name and such smile — could translate his speeches that usually makes people's head spin, in such small and meaningful words?

"Well," she continued, but Danny didn't dare to even try and interrupt her. He couldn't. "you should do it more often. You have a nice smile."

And for Summer that was a nice smile. A crooked upper lip and wrinkles in the eyes nice smile. Somehow it fitted his features very well, almost like an indecisive happiness, just like Daniel.

"How can you define what a nice smile is? Because beauty is jus-"

"Oh be quiet." Summer giggled. Although this time Dan wasn't disturbed by it. It was kind of cute. They way she scrunched up her nose and fixed her hair. Her gray eyes were laughing together with her, and it just seemed that every pore of that girl was a different kind of laughter, but a laughter nonetheless. She just seemed to exhale happiness, and Daniel seemed to have inhaled some. "A nice smile is a cute one, I guess."

Did she just compliment Dan? Did she? Because if she did, Daniel will be confused. And timid. And blushed.

"So I guess your smile is a nice smile." his voice was raw, and his face was beetroot red. But he thought that if Summer could say those words and just act like it was a normal thing to do, he could too. Oh boy, how wrong he was.

She laughed. Of fricking course,she laughed. And it didn't help, you know? It didn't help one bit his heart rate. It was just beating faster. The old thing must be broken, beating so fast and out of rhythm.

"Thank you, Danny."

He liked it. The praise, sure, but he was talking more about the nickname. It wasn't the first time someone had called him Danny, but it was the first time he wasn't awkward about it. The name coming from her mouth was a whole other experience than when his drunk roommate decided to befriend him. Hey, Danny-boy, he shouted in a happy tone, but after the look Daniel gave him, they kept their conversation to a minimum. But this was different. This was good and warm and fuzzy.

"You are welcome Summer." and there it was again, that crooked upper lip making an appearance.

"So," She started and immediately he started to panic. Summer was about to make small talk, and there wasn't anything that he sucked more than small talking. It was everything so confusing, though, all those talks about bad weather and politics. All topics who were very much polemic. Yes, the weather is polemic. And so are nipples, and you don't see people running around and talking about nipples, now, do you? No, you don't, so why talk about the weather?

"I think there is quite a clear distinction between nipples and the weather..." Summer said laughing at the boy's panicked face. It was quite coo-worthy, the way his eyes lost focus and he just started to stammer out words.

"Both are polemic." He said and it was the first time Daniel said something with such a decided tone.

"Yes, apparently they are." Summer agreed to look at her new friend with fondness. Oh, how he needed someone's help to untangle his brain. "Nipples are more, though."

Nodding, Daniel said the words with such seriousness, that one might've thought he was talking about something life changing. Well, he was indeed talking about something life changing. For him at least. And apparently for Summer Hills.

"Nipples are polemic."

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Hello, lovelies :) 

I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it XD

So, Summer and Daniel are two characters that although I loved writing THEM, writing their thoughts is a whole other level of difficulty. But I hope I did great! 

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