Flower ((A Dan Howell Fanfiction))

Chapter Twenty:

My phone woke me up.

Someone was calling me. GAH!

I groan into my pillow and fumble around on my bedside able for my phone, answering whoever was trying to call me.

"Eh?"

"Were you sleeping? Oh my god, I'm sorry," Tana said.

I chuckle. "You're okay."

"How've you been?" I ask her.

Tana sighed. "I've been good. Missing you. How've you been?"

I rub my face with my free hand and sigh. "I've been good. Haven't had such a good few days, but it's whatever."

"What happened?"

I sigh. "Counter Boy tried to force himself on me, and ended up getting a gash on my cheek, bruises on my hands, and a busted lip. Yesterday, we found him, and pretty much had a conga line of people I knew who beat the shit out of him, and when it got to me, I brained him against the floor and knocked him out."

Tana growled. "That bastard. Let me at him, girl. Let. Me. At. Him."

I laugh.

"How are you and Dan?"

"What?" I croak, sitting up on my bed. I checked the time on my phone. It wasn't even ten yet.

"Chrys, I asked how you and Dan are. Is everything okay?"

I grit my teeth. Should I tell her about The Kiss?

"Chrys?"

I sigh. "I don't know." I was being honest. I didn't know what was going to happen now, now that we've kissed. I didn't know if he would treat me the same.

Tana stayed silent, but I knew she was just giving me time to explain.

"I stayed with Phil and Dan the night it happened, and they were both so worried. Phil was the one who bandaged me up and he also kept Dan under wraps because he had begun to pace around the house and mutter. He was so angry. When I was finally able to sleep. I woke up screaming from a nightmare reel of what happened. And Dan was there to comfort me. I guess he told Phil he would handle it, but he stayed after I asked him and he held me and helped me to sleep."

Tana aww's but I'm not finished.

"He tried to kiss me when Phil went out to get food."

Tana made a choking sound.

"Yesterday, we found Counter Boy, and he tried to deny everything and then, after everything, I went back with Dan and Phil. At some point last night, Phil went out with friends. Which left me with Dan. We watched a horror film, which ended with me hitting myself in the eye, and afterwards, Dan scrolled through Twitter."

I swallow and wait a moment, trying to get up the courage to tell her. The mere thought brought a blush to my cheeks.

"He looked over and we just ended up staring at each other. Like, we both got tunnel vision or something. I was lost in his eyes. Tana, they're so beautiful. I don't think I could ever find the paints for their color. They were so...so...whatever." I bite my tongue.

"Where are you doing with this, Chrys?"

"He kissed me and I kissed him back, and I feel terrible, because I shouldn't want it, but I do. I shouldn't because of what happened to me DAYS ago. T, I was almost RAPED. I shouldn't want anything to do with anyone because of the trauma I went through, but I wanted Dan to kiss me, and I feel disgusting. I shouldn't want these things."

Tana was trying to say something, but I cut her off. "And you know what makes it worse? When he pulled away, he looked like he'd committed a crime. He looked so disgusted. I could see it in his eyes that he regretted kissing me. So, yeah, that has been my week and I fucking hate it."

I'm crying silently now. All the extra emotions from the week sloughing off my shoulders in the form of tears. They glittered down my cheeks, but I didn't move to wipe them away.

"Chrys," Tana whispered. I could hear how sad she was for me.

"I just wish you were here, Tana. You would make the whole situation better. I miss you."

Tana is quiet for a moment.

"Hey, Chrys. I gotta go. It's late."

I nod silently to myself and say "Okay."

She doesn't say anything else; she just hangs up.

I sigh and drop my phone on my mattress. It was Monday, so everyone was out doing something.

I decided to take that opportunity to take a relaxing bath.

Which turned out to be a terrible idea, because it allowed me to think.

Yay.

Sorry for the crap, super short chapter. I haven't been writing lately because I've been studying for a test for a job I was hired for. Something with the menu, so I don't know how often I'll be able to write with work and school in the  next couple of weeks. Don't think I'm going to forget about this, or all my lovely readers, because I have I D E A S! But I'll probably not be able to update as often as I used to. It'll probably end up like this, where I'll go on a month-long hiatus an then just reappear like some kind of fucking weed. I hope you enjoy. Please vote if you do. I do love to see that someone likes this trash story.