But On the Inside.

My Sunburnt Barbie

Danny's P.O.V

    I shifted in my bed a couple times feeling the other side warm. I suddenly felt something snuggling into my neck. I quickly shot my eyes open and looked over at who was in my bed. There was a beautiful blonde girl laying on top of me snuggled in my neck. I looked around for any sign of relief but all I saw was a condom wrapper and our clothes everywhere. "Holy football," I whispered to myself. I shimmied out of bed and looked at the massacre in front of me. Well hey the condom wrapper should comfort me. Right? "Where the hell am I?" I heard a voice and looked over to my bed to find the blonde looking around frightened. "I'd love to answer that.  But I can't." "God I hate drinking," she said shaking her head embarrassed. "Hey it's fine. We made a mistake. I'd love it if you could keep this under the rug?" I asked in a pleading way. "No problem. Do you mind doing the same thing." She giggled and stuck out her ring finger. She is fucking married! "Yeah, no problem. That doesn't happen to be today right?" She nodded with tears forming in her eyes. "Hey don't cry. It's your wedding day. I'll tell you what. Call your family tell them you're alive and well and I'll drop you off wherever you need to be." She smiled and picked up her scattered clothes. "Thank you so much. I can't believe this even happened." "I'm Danny," I said sticking out my hand for her to shake. "Marie," she said shaking it. "Well ready?"

*2 hours later*

     I finally dropped off the bride at her sisters house and drove away as fast as possible. Wait until she finds out that she banged with Danny Amendola. As I drove home I couldn't help but laugh. I told myself I needed to get Sam off my mind and I should go out. But I sure as hell didn't expect to get with a bride to be. It's been a week since Sam asked me for her space and it hasn't been all that bad. I spend my time training and watching film. Who said pain couldn't be turned into positivity. I pulled up to the house and let out a sigh. What a day and it just started.

Sam's P.O.V

     I woke up at 4am for my jog/hike and then went out to the organic fruit market for breakfast ingredients. Ever since I had the problem with Danny I've been working extra hard to get my shit together. I've been seeing a therapist I applied and got accepted at a law office near Gillette. I'm doing good. I feel healthy and happy even though I miss him like crazy. Two more weeks and I get to be back in his big strong arms. My therapist said it himself. I shouldn't be relying on Danny to be happy and to help me mourn over my father. I need to do that me, myself, and I. I sit at home now as I get a call from Julian. "Hey Jules," I was glad to hear from him even though we just spoke two days ago. We've grown pretty close. I forgot to mention I even made friends at work. A nice receptionist named Elena and her sister Hannah. Hannah was actually an assistant to the owner. "Hey Samantha you want to hang out today?" "Shouldn't you bug Danny?" They were inseparable yet he was asking me to hangout. "Yeah, I would but he is hanging out with Rob today. What do you say we hit the lake?" I pictured the amazing feel of the cool water. But I couldn't drink due to therapy and 'rehab'. "I'd love to but I can't drink." "That's fine I'll buy kool aid instead of beer." I immediately let a laugh escape my lips and he laughed as well. "Okay then, carpool?" "Yeah, I'll pick you up around 11?" he asked. "Okay see you then." We hung up and I went to get ready.

*4 hours later*

Danny's P.O.V

     I was currently at Rob's house playing foosball and talking about the season when my phone started ringing. "It's Julian," I said to Rob who looked at me with a question on his face. "What up, Bubs?" "Danny, don't get mad. Sam and I went to the lake and rented a jet ski." "Why would I be mad?" I said my voice getting a bit lower as I worried. "Well,  she insisted on going extremely fast and doing a three sixty, but failed." I let out a panicky breath and walked around looking for my keys. "Tell me she's okay," I said waving at Rob to follow me. "She's alright but she maybe could have sprained her ankle." "I'm on my way. You morons can't behave a second when you hang out." With that, I hung up and explained to Rob who asked if he could tag along. I obviously said yes and we made our way to the hospital.

     When we arrived I asked the lady at the desk and she slightly giggled and gave me the room number. I laughed at the reason why I was here. My girlfriend sprained her ankle because she thinks she fucking Captain America. I walked into the room with Rob and I instantly froze at the beauty in front of me. It's been a week since I'd seen Sam and it felt and looked like a life time. She'd changed so much. She sat on the hospital bed in her white tank top and jean Hollister shorts with her blue bikini that I loved under. Her flip flops were scattered on the floor and her hair was scrunchy and full of waves and curls. Her cheeks were red neck sunburnt and she had a make-up free face with a smile plastered on it. My sunburnt Barbie. "You should be more careful, love," I said walking up to her and she pulled me into a hug. I went in for a kiss and she didn't flinch in fact she deepened it quickly. "There is other people here!" Rob said like a ten-year-old kid. "I missed you," I whispered in her ear. "My therapist won't like this," she said shaking her head. "Forget the therapist," I said biting the tip of her nose. The giggle that I missed so much escaped her lips and it sent chills down my spine.

Author's Note: Dude I've been so busy. I missed writing so much, though! Okay well, comment and vote! Later!