The Waiting Game

Chapter 3

The Waiting Game

Chapter 3

"You could help me find my brother?"

He sauntered back to his car lazily, and I couldn't help but admire the view of his 'behind.'

You see, teenage boys seemed to think that we girls were completely void of sexual attraction. The truth is, we are just as red blooded as them, and when there is something worth admiring, you can be assured that we will admire it.

"You're drooling" I heard and I, unconsciously, raised my hand to remove an traces of my staring match with Danny's but from my face. But I found none.

"Hmmm, funny" I snorted.

A weird sort of silence seemed to stretch out in front of us as neither of us spoke, nor did we move. I felt an uncomfortable itch settle on my skin, and the pain in my hands increased tenfold. Finally, unable to take the silence any longer, I broke it.

"Aren't you going to leave?" I asked, slightly rudely, may I add.

"Aren't you coming?" He replied in exactly the same tone.

"Well why would I do that?"

"Well, since you refuse to stay long enough at the hospital to get your hands checked out, we might as well got mine and put some bandages or shit on them."

There it was again, that sort of caring side of him that seems to of surfaced, and then disappeared, earlier. Where the hell had it gone and why was it back now? I knew how to deal with the troublesome Danny, I saw him everyday at school, but I didn't stand a chance against the kind, caring Danny.

I let out a deep sigh. Annoyingly, he was right, and it's not like I could find any medical stuff at home.

I walked round got the other side of the car, and opened the door. The metal of the handle irritated the burns on my hand and I swiftly let it go and released a painful hiss.

Danny looked a me with raised eyebrows in a silent question 'are you okay?' And I replied with a swift nod.

Driving down the streets towards Danny's house I couldn't help but look at all the carefree, happy people walking along the street. Clearly I'd drawn the short stick in this game of life.

The feeling of warmth against my hand distracted me and I looked down to see his hand brushing against mine. A tirade of butterflies was released into my stomach as his roughened skin brushed against mine. His scarred and damaged hands were clear evidence of hard work, but what work? I couldn't help but feel myself become curious about his life, all I knew about him were the obscene rumours that went round school, but I very much doubt they held even a semblance of truth.

Danny must have seen me staring at our hands like a weirdo, as he quickly drew his away, placing it on the leather steering wheel. He coughed; in an uncomfortable, awkward sort of way that made me think I may have freaked him out just a tiny bit.

Before I knew it we had a arrived at Danny's house. It was nice, his house I mean. It wasn't too big, nor was it too small. It had a neat, well kept garden with luscious bushes and bright flowers.

"Come on." Danny coaxed me out of the car and we walked along the garden path towards his house. 

As we entered, an excited chatter of at least a few voices could be heard coming from within the house.

"Shit" Danny muttered under his breath.

My gaze snapped up to his and I gave him a questioning glance. 

"I completely forgot they were going to be here." Before I could even think of replying we were interrupted.

"DANNY!" A tall guy, verging on lanky, appeared at the doorway. I'm guessing he was about our age, but I had a feeling he was the type of guy who's age was hard to guess.