Never Let Me Go: A StarKid Fanfic

Chapter 11

YAY! Another update!

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I'm trying.

But seriously, school is such a pain in my ass all the time, it's a wonder I'm not having a mental collapse.

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"This isn't happening, this is not happening," Natalie said once we got into my car.

"Nat. Calm down," I said, laughing at her fangirl attack, "You can do this."

She exhaled dramatically and strapped herself in, looking at the directions Walker had scribbled onto a scrap piece of paper.

"You're right," she said, adjusting her hair as I turned on the ignition, "They're just...normal, cool people. I mean yes I write fanfiction about all of them, and watched all their musicals a billion times, but I can be calm."

I smirked at my best friend. She was such a freaking fangirl. But I loved her anyways. Mainly because she was slowly inching me into her crazy fandom world.

We arrived at the place I assumed to be Joe Walker's. It was small and quaint, not the house I imagined for such a muscular guy. It was cute.

Well, it would be cute if the walls weren't rattling with club music. I could feel the pulsing beat even as Natalie and I stepped out of my car and onto the sidewalk. I straightened my blazer and dabbed a little Chapstick on my lips.

"Ooh, getting ready for Daaaaarren?" Natalie drawled, making me instinctively roll my eyes.

"Shut up, nerd," I shot back playfully, knocking on the door forcefully. Hopefully someone would answer so we wouldn't be stuck out in the freezing cold.

And someone did answer: Joey. He smiled wide, like a happy puppy greeting it's owner.

"Bernadette! You made it!" He said, mirroring what Darren had said not hours earlier. It was cute how similar they were.

"Hey, Joey," I said as he pulled me in for a hug. Natalie snuck past me. I presumed it was so she could look for Joe.

"I'm so glad you came!" he said, trying his best to shout over the music, "Did you like the show?"

"Yeah! You were amazing!" I shouted back, "I really liked-"

I felt a tap on my shoulder and spun around, seeing Darren's eyes sparkling back at me.

"Hey, stranger," he said, his tone playful. He smelled of peppermint, and his eyes danced at every word he spoke.

"Hey," I said sheepishly, bitingly my lip sheepishly.

What the hell am I doing? My brain shouted for about the 5836th time that week, You shouldn't like this guy! Yes he's charming, and hot, but you just got out a of a shitty relationship. Do you really want that again? And he's leaving tomorrow! Leaving = heartbreak!

And my head was right. It was absolutely right. I heard what my brain was telling me. But my heart...my heart was telling me something completely different.

My heart was telling me he was funny, and handsome, and charming. That he wouldn't do me wrong. That he was the guy to finally, finally, get me out of this funk I've been in. That we'd somehow make it work.

That he was the guy I needed to take a chance on.

"So do you want to, uh, go somewhere more quiet?" he said, pulling me out of the internal war I had just been having with myself, "I kinda wanted to talk to you."

"Uh, yeah s-sure," I said, stammering over my words. He guided me to Walker's back porch, making his way through the party. I smiled at some familiar faces and they smiled back.

Darren opened up the sliding glass door for me and I felt the cold wind hit me like a block of ice. I shivered audibly, and before I could say anything, Darren had placed his jacket around me.

"Thanks," I said gratefully, tugging the warm coat closer to me. It smelled like him, all minty and inviting.

"No problem," he said, shutting the door, quieting the music substantially. It was nothing more that a dull beat now, leaving near silence between the two of us as we sat on the porch steps.

"Darren?" I squeaked, the full moon illuminating his gorgeous face.

"Yeah?"

"Why me?"

He blinked, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, why me?" I repeated, "Why, out of all the girls you could've come up to, that day in the bar, why did you pick me? And then after we made that bet, and I lost, and I bought you guys' drinks...why wasn't that the end of it? Why the, the invite to the play, and now this party-?"

"Do you want to know why?" he asked, "Like, really, know why?" I nodded, clutching his coat tighter to my chest.

"Because I saw something special in you," he said, "I didn't-I don't-know what it is, but you have something I've never seen before. So when I saw you, and how easygoing you were, it put me off a bit. I'm used to girls falling all over me, so when you treated me like a regular person for once, it intrigued me. And then you got along with my friends so well, and I felt like I wanted to get to know you better. And I still do."

"Even though you're leaving," I said softly.

"Even though I'm leaving," he repeated, "And that's what I wanted to talk to you about." I looked into his amber eyes, feeling my insides churn.

"Bernadette, even though, I have to go clear across the country, I want to still be friends with you," he said, taking his hand in mine. His was warm, mine icy cold, "I don't...I don't know where this-" he gestured to himself and then me, "-is going to lead but, I want to find out."

And then he kissed me.

It wasn't a particularly long kiss. But it was soft, and warm, and romantic. I felt like his lips were made for mine.

That kiss shattered any possibility of me getting my feelings together about him. Because as soon as he pulled away, I felt more confused than I had ever felt in my entire life.

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Oooh what a cliffhanger. I wonder what will happen next?

Mwahahahahaha!

(Oh come on, did you really not see that coming? It's me for crying out loud.)

And sorry this took so long! I'm really trying!

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-Maria