After picking him up from the ground, I sat in his lap as he played the game again. We played the game for another hour and uploaded it without editing. I got lazy editing recently. Daniel could edit for hours and hours. Making a three hour video into only a few minutes with such detailed work. We got a call from Mark saying he wanted to throw a party. A party inviting Wade, Bob, Ryan, Matt, us, and a few others. He said he wanted to drink a little and play some party games. I was kind of worried about the party games. Party games as in, pin the tail on the donkey? Oh.. god.. I really hope not. That would be a disaster for puns from Wade, giggles from Bob, and Mark making sexual jokes. Jack wouldn't be able to come since he left on the same flight with Nogla and Brian. We decided to start getting ready.
*Skipping to Mark's apartment*
When we got there, Daniel had a spare key and the place was empty. There was a note on the floor that gave us a address. We left and went to the address to see a house with music blaring.
****LOLIPOP - FRAMING HANLEY****
I walked in with Daniel practically dragging me through. It seemed to be a house warming party. Mark stumbles towards us, and jumps on Daniel. He was laughing and smiling. "I got a house with Matt and Ryan!" I smiled but I could see Daniel kind of downed about it. I guess they kept it from him. I mean, that's a Cyndago thing. They should all be living together. I guess because I came in the picture, they decided to move in together.
Daniel takes me to the side while everyone laughs in the living room. He pushes me against the wall, and kisses my neck furiously. I could feel the heat beating off of him. He was upset, or extremely pissed... Which means angry sex for me.
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He has a hold on me. (Daniel Kyre x Reader)
FanfictionThis 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...