Why Can't We? / Daniel Seavey

13|unweighted

Daniel drove me back to my apartment even though I insisted on taking an Uber. But he said it wouldn't be a big deal since he had to go into central LA anyway. I finally agreed and we took a short ride to my apartment. Daniel didn't come upstairs, I offered but he said he had things to do. We parted ways with a kiss. My apartment was still empty but the package I ordered for Daniel had come. Yet I didn't have much extra money to spend until my job started up again. The boys texted me to be ready at seven. The clock in my kitchen only read five thirty so I had a bit of time to get ready. I walked into my bathroom and started to run the water. I undressed throwing my clothes onto the floor and stepping into the steaming shower. I washed my hair and my body. Then sat down to attempt to shave my legs. Carefully running the razor over every square inch of my leg. It took a while since I was trying not to cut myself. By the time I was done in the shower it was five fifty. I wrapped a towel around myself and walked into my closet. While rummaging through I found a cute two-piece black mini dress that I'd assume to be fitting for the night. The top was off the shoulder and long sleeve. The skirt went down to my mid-thigh and hugged my hips tightly. After getting dressed, I blow dried my hair and curled it into loose waves. I did some really basic makeup which consisted of filling in my eyebrows, mascara, and some cute highlighter.

I found it interesting that Daniel's friends wanted to take me out. I mean I guess I understand why maybe they'd like to get to know me better? I just feel like if my female friends wanted to take Daniel out on a quote on quote "date" I'd get a little angry. Or maybe I'd get jealous. Like what if Daniel suddenly fell in love with my best friend? What if all of a sudden he realizes what a terrible person I am and decides my friends are much more level-headed than I am. Or maybe I'm just overthinking it. Maybe they just want me to feel like I'm apart of their group. I checked my phone and Daniel had texted me. 

Daniel♥: Have fun tonight babe! I'm sure you look beautiful

I smiled and hovered my fingers over the keyboard of my phone. 

Alaska: Thank you, love! See you tomorrow?

Daniel♥: Of course! I'll text you in the morning and we'll figure out something to do.

I decided to leave our conversation at that, I turned on my speaker and hummed along to some music as I finished getting ready. Soon enough it was six fifty-eight and I rushed to get on a pair of nude two-inch heels made by the company Steve Madden. I shut off my music and grabbed my backpack from the counter. There was a knock at my front door. 

"It's open!" I yelled still struggling to get on my shoes. Surprisingly there wasn't as much noise as I expected. The front door creaked open to reveal Jonah in a three-piece suit. "Where are the other boys?" I asked confused. 

"We're meeting them at the place, but it's a bit of a ride so they decided it would be better to just have me pick you up." 

I shook my head, "Alright let's get going then," I said standing up from putting my shoes on. Both of us walked out and I locked the door behind us. Jonah and I walked hand in hand down to the parking garage. "You know-" I started as he held the door open for me as we walked outside. "I really think you and I are on a similar wavelength. Is that weird? I just feel like you are the one I can relate to and easily talk to," 

Jonah laughed and opened the car door for me. I got in the passenger's seat and he shut it jogging over to the driver's seat. He climbed into the black Tahoe with no problem and started the car by putting the key in the ignition. Quickly and swiftly Jonah pulled out of the parking garage with no problem despite driving a huge truck. "I definitely agree, you're so cool and I think since you and I have both had some shit in our past we kinda can relate to each other's experiences. Like I can only imagine what your life at home had to be to actually run away and start a new life on the other side of the country. I'm sure your story is much more difficult than mine but my life at home was never perfect either. My mom had cancer and when that happened everything kinda fell apart and I became really depressed." A silence fell between both of us for a moment, and I needed to take a minute to take in what Jonah has just told me. He reached to put on the radio and I swatted his hand away. 

"Taking in what you just said needs some silence," I said quietly. I looked over at him and he focused on the traffic ahead of us. "I would've never guessed-" I started. I let my eyes wander out of the window as we passed by stores and restaurants. "But I hope she's okay now and I'm glad I have the pleasure to be here with you this evening. You and all the boys seem so down to earth and It's so refreshing. Back at home finding, those type of people was like trying to find a diamond in a pool of rocks." 

"Thank you, she's cancer free now. But on another topic, myself and the boys, all agree that you've been through a decent amount of pain. And what you shared with us on Sunday proves that, so what else has happened in your past? If you don't mind my asking of course." I started to pick at the cuticles on my thumb. I have always done it when I got nervous or scared. But in reality there was nothing to be scared of, I knew in my heart that I could trust Jonah. And without a doubt in my mind, he would do anything for me. He's just that type of person. I think of Jonah as an older brother. And I can tell he'd protect me if anything happened. 

"Well, it all started when my dad built a house a couple towns away-" I trailed off leaning my head against the window. "He built this house and we moved in. I really missed my old town, it was always my home and everything I knew. So moving away from everything I knew from my birth was hard. The town was only a half an hour away from my new house but I felt distant from my old friends. I stopped eating and I was really unhappy with myself. Then I got raped in my freshman year at a new high school. I had no one to talk to or to tell so I let it go. And it's been ripping at my throat ever since. I've gotten over it but later that year I tried to kill myself. Clearly wasn't successful but it was another thing I had to keep to myself. I remember that day so clearly that it almost feels like I relive it sometimes. That summer after freshman year I self-harmed and fell in love. I thought I did, he manipulated me into doing drugs and doing things a fifteen-year-old girl shouldn't be doing. I lied to my parents and to my friends. I was torn apart when he and I fell distant. We were best friends and he was the one person who understood what I was going through at the time. I never had many friends. But the beginning of my Sophmore year I changed and became an emotionless bitch on the inside. But on the outside, I pretended to be outgoing and selfless. I was really selfish but the rest of my high school career really ended up focusing on photography and reinventing myself. I was popular by the end of the sophomore year to junior and senior year was amazing. I just wasn't myself. But in the mix this all, my dad was an abusive alcoholic. And I guess that is why I wanted to cover up who I was because I didn't want people to know about my life at home. My mom never did anything about it and I was stuck alone with my sister. And she pulled me out of the mess and helped me move here." I finished and sighed leaning back into my chair knowing I've been wanting to get everything off my chest for a while. And it felt good, it felt really good.