This is a fan fiction of Daniel Kyre x Reader.
I had a friend, who was close to me, when I was in eighth grade, he hung himself. He was in Highschool, and grew up with my sister. I used him for motivation to continue acting, and make his memory con...
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We just stare blankly at each other.
"So we like each other?" I blushed looking down. "Is that why you got mad about Syndicate texting me?" He nods. "Yeah.. It is.. I like you and want to protect you from getting hurt. Isn't that what heroes are suppose to do? Protect you and pick you up when your down." He stares at me. "Yes." I crawl over to him and lay my head on his shoulder. "So what does this mean, though?" We continued to be silent as we thought it over. "How about this, we try it and see how it goes... And if it is to weird, or it's not a good relationship then we can still be friends, right? How does that sound... want to try?" I held my breath. It's risky to lose him. But I want more, my body shivered, and a cool chill went through my body, too. He kissed my forehead. "I'll let you think on it for tonight, or however long you need, and we can hangout tomorrow and talk about it. Sound good?" His eyes were gentle, calming, and kept me thinking. "Ye-yeah. I like the sound of that." I smiled, but I knew that whatever I chose, it was going to worry me, and bother me about the what ifs about what I didn't choose.
Like if I chose to go out with him, then what if I mess up, what if I push to fast or to slow. What if we do things and decide were not a good couple because he didn't enjoy my body. What if we don't date, and we have one-night stands, what if he dates someone else, what if I date syndicate. UGH WHAT IFS. What ifs, what ifs, what ifs...
"I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" He smiles, giving me a huge hug. He walks out the door with his stuff. I lock the door and go to play some games. I wanted to get my mind off it. I hated it. I hated talking about it. It scared me. I got on skype and had been invited to a group. It was me, Mark, Wade, Jack and Bob. We were going to play prop hunt. Bob couldn't play tonight because he was busy. I worked with Wade, and Mark was with Jack.
"Hey, guys, can we talk about something?" I asked, nervous.
