Chat// Daniel Seavey

TWENTY SEVEN

Third Person POV

Daniel didn't get much sleep that night, he was up all night staring at his ceiling, rolling over his bed and sighing heavily, trying to fall asleep but not getting much.
He played some soft music... Nothing.
He played heavy metal...
Still nothing.

(Play song (: I know it's in Korean but bEAR WITH ME ITS SOFT AND KEWL AND SKJS COME ON ITS KIM TAEHYUNG)

He knew that he completely fucked up with Adeline. He just wanted to go to where she lived, hug her, kiss her, apologize to her and just simply spoil her with pretty much anything.

He even decided to do some push ups and after 127, he just simply threw himself on the ground, not from exhaustion, but from boredom and a bit exited to see the band tomorrow at 9pm. So, he decided to pick out his outfit for the concert. Black ripped skinnies, black timberlands and his white shirt, which he did himself, that read 'I D I O T' in red marker. Obviously inspired by Michael in the video of 'Don't Stop'.

He sighed, looking directly at nothing with a blank expression. He was so tired of this shit.

Long distance relationships are hard. They make you do stupid stuff. Just like Daniel did.

Daniel checked his phone again, going straight to contacts, his thumb hovering over Adeline's phone number. His free hand got tangled in his soft and brown hair, pulling it aggressively. His jaw was clenched, blue eyes shining with the light of the phone, later on glossy from the tears welling up in his eyes.

He glanced at the door, his teeth grazing softly over his bottom lip, his gaze dropped to the ground, sighing extremely loud that he -himself- smacked his own hand over his lips. He cringed but stood up. Walking over his dresser and taking out a black hoodie; he removed his loose tank top and slipped on the jacket. As well as his running shoes. (he had his basketball shorts on)

He grasped his phone, checking the hour and it read 4:26AM. He groaned softly and ran his hand down his chiseled face. He nonchalantly shrugged and grabbed his earphones that were thrown on the bed.

And that's where he took off. Obviously as silent as he could. Walking downstairs: successfully
Opening both of the doors: successfully
Trying to remain calm: ehhh...

Once he made it outside, he looked at the black painted sky and started walking down the unfamiliar neighborhood.

He played some soft music and lowered the volume, paranoia kicked in, just so he could hear incase someone creeped up behind him or heard a random car stroll by. He was just like this.

The thought made him chuckle softly and lowly.

He kept walking in a straight line, admiring the houses, even though it was pitch black. He came to a point that he started running fast, with no ending as he laughed.

Until he collapsed on the sidewalk in tears, burying his face in his hands crouching down and leaned up against a tree.

He simply let the tears roll down, staring at the other side of the street, gazing at a two floor house, it's pretty, he thought.

Little did he know that those persons were his internet girlfriend and his internet girlfriend's best friend.

The lights were on and there was movement between two people. Not doing the naughtiest you dirty minded piece of sh-