The death of you [Danny Worsnop fan fiction]

Chapter Seventeen

Bit of a longer and cuter Chapter for you guys. :)

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A week later - Saturday - 5PM

Sarah grinned as she jumped into the black car. 

She was going on her date with a sandy haired boy, he had an amazing tan and smile, Sarah found him very attractive. 

"Hello Sarah darling." He spoke with his posh accent. "You look beautiful this evening." 

Sarah grinned. "Thank-you Joshua." 

"Oh no, please. Call me Josh." He said, holding a hand up. 

Sarah smiled lightly. "Okay then. Josh." 

They both laughed as he turned the radio on, it went onto a classical music station, he was rather posh, she thought he was good looking, but in the end, he wasn't her type at all. 

She had added him on Facebook and saw that he was quite the ladies man, he had recently been in a relationship, but it didn't say with who. 

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"So I take it you're paying?" Josh asked Sarah as they finished eating their meal. 

She gasped, eyes open wide. "I'm so sorry. I thought that because you asked me out on a date that I wouldn't be paying. I didn't bring any money along with me. I've never been on a date before you see." 

Josh laughed, shaking his head. "I was only kidding Sarah. I'm a gentleman, I wouldn't take your money from you, under any circumstances." 

Sarah blushed. "Oh. I see. That's embarassing." 

He laughed again. "It's not. You are nervous, I understand." 

Sarah nodded and giggled. "I am quite nervous. But I wanted to know if you'd like to come to my house for a drink and a chat. You might be able to meet my foster parents if they're up." 

Josh nodded, grinning. "I would love to do that. Let's go!" 

Fifteen Minutes Later

[Sarah P.O.V] 

Jim opened the front door, looking concerned. "Good evening. Come on in." 

He was acting very odd, but me and Josh headed into the house anyway. 

Susan quickly appeared from upstairs, she smiled, but she too looked worried. 

"Sarah dear." She said, now she sounded worried too. "Hello, you must be Joshua, I'm Susan and this is my husband, Jim." 

I smiled as Josh welcomed himself in the living room, he sat down with Jim and they got into a conversation about Jim's paintings. None of that usually bothered boys that I brought home. 

Susan ushered me out into the kitchen as we excused ourselves. 

"Is everything okay Susan? You seem out of breath and worried." I asked. 

She shook her head, getting cloths and bandages out of the cupboard and handing them to me. "Go upstairs right away. He was asking for you since he got here." 

I frowned. "Who?" 

She shook her head, quickly walking back into the living room. 

I headed upstairs into the darkness, I opened my bedroom door and walked in, noticing that my bed was occupied.