Thankfully, my mum isn’t home to see us both in this pathetic state. I realize that Dan has never been into my house.
“Welcome to my place,” I say quietly.
“It’s lovely,” He replies, slight sarcasm in his voice, “Is there a toilet somewhere? I mean I look great and all, but I wouldn't mind washing my face.” He indicates the tear streaks. I manage a small smile.
“Of course.”
I grab his hand, tighter than originally intended, and drag him over to the washroom. We both rise our faces, which feels rather nice, then make our way to my bunker. We sit close to each other on my bed, our thighs touching and are fingers intertwined with each others.
“What are we going to do?” I mumble, avoiding looking at him.
“I’m not sure…” he say’s somewhat nervously, “But I can assure you we are keeping our distance… From Phil.”
For a few hours we worked up a plan for Phil, and I began to feel safer knowing someone truly cared and was going to help me.
“I really love you…” I mumble, without my brains approval.
My words catch Dan by surprise, but to my delight he replied “It’s okay, I love you too.”
And with that we leaned into each other, almost in perfect sync, and kissed.
It was a quick and simple one, but never the less, it was amazing.
“Things are going to be alright Katie."
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Damned If I Do Ya, Damned If I Don't
FanficAfter being bullied for several years, Katie finally transfers schools. She makes friends and she's finally happy for once. But wait... did he just meow?
