My Lover or My Enemy?

Regrets and Mistakes

I wake up engulfed in Danny's arms. I feel protected, but in a vulnerable state of mind.
"Good morning" Danny says in his heavenly scratchy morning voice.
"Morning" I say briefly
"How'd you sleep?"
"Pretty good. How about yourself?"
"Well I fell asleep next to the girl I'm in love with, so pretty good"
I felt myself blush. This boy always knows what to say to make a girl gush.
"What time is camp checkout?"
"There is no checkout, have you noticed that no one else is around us?"

I turn onto my other side, Danny's arms still wrapped around me, pulling me closer to him. I kiss him this time, I think that I am starting to fall for this awkward boy.

"I love all of your ideas"
I saw him blush. I examine him, his hair is all rustled up from sleeping, his eyes are only half open as if he were to fall asleep again, his nose looks likes a little kids nose. His jaw line is sharp, as if I could cut myself on it.

I lean forward and nuzzle my face into the crook of his neck, then I realize that it's uncomfortable and I just lay my head on his chest.

"I never thought that you would actually let me be this close to you" he said
"What do mean?"
"I was scared that you would shut me out"
"Why would I shut you out?"
"Because I obviously don't understand your demisexuality thing"
"It's just hard for me I'm sorry I mess all this stuff up" I say jerking myself up and starting to walk out of the tent, "people always think that I try to shut them out. But I don't, I am just scared that I will break, I am so vulnerable and fragile that I'm scared." I say and I storm out of the tent and go into his car and grab my phone to call someone to come and get me.

Then I remember that I have no one. The only who even cares about me is Danny.

Speaking of Danny I see him start to come into view, he's not really into my sight, he is blurry. My eyes are all blood shot from crying. Then I realize that I am crying.

Danny comes up to me, I see that his eyes are also bloodshot and he starts crying.

"You are not the one who messes everything up, I always say the wrong thing at the wrong time. I am the one who always fucks up. I am sorry"

I just stare at him. Then I get the bright idea to run right into him and hug him. And I kiss him, not like any other kiss, a passionate one. One that I will never forget.