outsider ; daniel seavey ✧

chapter three ✰

present time

I woke up, gasping to catch my breath, coughing harshly after a couple seconds. My eyes focused around the area around me. Someone had their hand rubbing circles around the small of my back. Small words were cooed to me, however, I couldn't hear too well. After a couple seconds, the person wiped a tear from my cheek, I rubbed my eyes blinking to help refocus. I opened my eyes to see a boy, a boy with ocean eyes, staring back at me worriedly.

daniel's pov before mikayla passed out

Mikayla had locked eye contact with me, a look of heartbreak plastered on her face before she turned around and started running. We had been close at one point, but, like many things, nothing lasts forever. After not seeing her for a year or two we split apart. I gained more friends and she lived her life. It had not occurred to me until now how much I missed her. I missed how her face would light up when I bought her chocolate. Or how angry and scrunched up her face became after her show was canceled. Memories entered and exited my mind, replaying almost every moment I had experienced with her.
Without thinking I took off after her. An arm grabbed me and pulled me back. Looking up I realized I had forgotten about my other friends: Corbyn, Jonah, Jack, and Zach. We had met after getting stuck in detention together. Jack started pen tapping with Zach, Jonah and Corbyn hummed as I started singing quietly.
"Jack tell your mom I'll be at the house soon I just have to get something from my house." I lied running away from them. Despite not seeing the girl for more than a couple years, I had to make sure she was okay.
I ran in front of her house, knocking on the door to Mikayla's parents.
"Hello, I was wondering if I could check up on Mikayla. I know it's been a while, she is in my math class and I have to ask for papers."
Her parents barely glanced at each other before shooing me away, insisting that Mikayla was sleepy and didn't want to be disturbed.
I walked outside as they slammed the door, that wasn't like Mikayla at all, she didn't sleep until very late. Standing on her lawn I looked up, searching for some form of communicating with her. Seeing a window open on the second floor with a study lamp on, I guessed it was her room. Being the cliché guy I was, I was going to pull a Troy Bolton and climb up to her room. I found a large tree next to the window, how convenient. With a mass amount of effort from my scrawny arms, I hoisted myself onto the tree hill branch, slowly making my way up the tree.
After reaching the top I refused to look down, sliding the window a little higher, I pulled my body through, stepping into her bedroom. She had not changed since middle school, except for the slight differences in decorations, the room was the same. The walls were a white color, mint green and gold accented the room on her bedsheets, wall decor, and desk. I picked up a book, Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone.  A quick memory hit me.  Mikayla sat in a beanbag chair flipping vigorously through the pages of a large book, her brows laced with concentration and frustration.  After asking what was wrong she briefly spoke,"My friend says the movies are the same as the book and needs proof that Neville Longbottom could also be the Chosen One that faces Lord Voldemort." I only laughed, getting a look of confusion from Mikayla.
     I flipped through a few of the pages that she had bookmarked with a sticky note, "cute romione moment" or "Snape only hates the trio because they all remind him of Lily: Ron with his ginger hair, Hermione with her book smarts, and Harry with his mother's eyes." I rolled my eyes at these little notes as the bathroom door swung open and a disheveled Mikayla walked out, holding her head.  Her eyes were red from rubbing them, dried tears stained her puffed cheeks.  She saw me approach her, and in an instant she had passed out.  I ran to her.

mikayla's pov in present time

Daniel's eyes pierced mine, an intense look combined of worry and relief was plastered in his shiny orbs. Just looking at his eyes had me start to fall for him again. I had developed a small crush on him around fifth grade, but decided the feeling wasn't mutual and lived my life. His arms wrapped around mine, a few sniffles escaped from me, he looked at me once more, glancing at my lips before continuing.
"Are you okay?" I could only nod my head. He pulled me into his lap rocking us slowly back and forth as he hummed sweet songs, muffled by his head buried in my hair. I calmed down a little bit. We sat in almost an "X" formation. I sat on top of his legs, facing sideways compared to him. He pulled away, holding me by my shoulders,"I'm glad you're okay, don't ever do that to me again." he sighed before kissing my forehead and picking me up bridal style. He sat me down on my bed, walking towards the window.
"Just wanted to check up on you." He winked before climbing out the window. I sat their, speechless. Before I could get up and yell at him through the window he was gone, turning around I saw my book on the floor. On top of the cover was a rushed sticky note with a phone number on it. Smooth.

a/n
long time no see. I've been reading so much fanfic lately and I felt bad for not uploading. Ooh Mikayla and Dani are so cute :,) anyways I wanna try and update ASAP again because I'm getting attached to this story...