Try to fix me.

Chapter 2

Danny in her skull romper and sunglasses----------------->

(2) Incoming

" I'm never drinking again," I groan.

"Okay that's a lie," I chuckle.

  I say this every time I get a hangover. But by the end of the day I always have a cool beer in my hand and some LSD (A/N its a powerful hallucinatory drug) in my system. I was never good at making promises to myself. But when it came to others I use to be pretty selfless.

That's probably why everything went south.

  I feel a body stir next to me. I roll over to find Travis in my bed. He must have been to lazy to go to his room. He always does this when we party too hard. Which is almost every night. Not that I'm complaining I always liked a warm body next to me. Oh gosh I sound like a rapist who never gets any. Or some sort of daddy issues slut. (Well half that statements true). Well at least I'm looking ahead at some possibilities in life. My teachers always said its good to plan ahead. Being a whore does seem to be a great source of income.

  Pshht, but that statement was just a nice way of getting kids to do there homework earlier on a weekend. And no way was I falling for that. Even if I ever did decide to do my homework. Travis begins tossing and turning.

 "I'm sorry you feel that way," he mutters.

 "What, Trav?" I say but then quickly quiet down.

  He's sleep talking I realize. He must be having a scary nightmare by the way he's tossing. I slump back down on my bed. Should I wake him up? I kinda want to talk about last night and the weird feels I felt towards Mchottie the sexy stranger. But that might be more of a conversation for Vivi. But Travis is more understanding and listens. While Vivi ask countless amounts of questions. I mean he is having a nightmare right? I'd be like Superman even tho Batman is so much better. But Captain America is so sexy it would be quite difficult to-.

  My thoughts are interrupted by Travis rolling on top of me cutting off my air supply. Holy crud balls. I start gasping for air. "Travis!" I squeak out. " I try to pound my trapped fist on his chest. I'm to young to die.Why am i always in these situations? Our faces are so close I start to thrash from the proximity. If I take him off me with my strength I could possible hurt him. I gasp harder.

 "Trav, Trav please," I barely make out.

  Black dots start to appear at the edge of my vision. That a bad sign right? Well at least I lived it up. I want my teddy to be buried with me. I'll leave the dirty dishes to Rabbit, my clothes to Vivi-.

  I should probably be fighting him off. But I would hate to hurt him. I was never one that was able to control there strength. "Travis," I yell with all the energy I am able to muster, which wasn't much. But it was enough for Travis to finally open one eye in the slightest. He saw me and his blue eyes widen in surprise. We had never been this close to each other. When it finally occurred to him that I was running out of oxygen and that he was the problem he quickly got off me.

  "Fuck Danny I'm so sorry," he blurts out. I sit up and stretch my arms. I wasn't hurt in the slightest.

  "Don't worry Travis I'm use to having men lay on top of me," I smirk, "BURN!"

  He doesn't seem to find it amusing. He looked worried and sad? I saw a quick flash of something in his eyes. Was it possibly sadness? But why would Travis be sad?

"That's not funny Danny you could have really gotten hurt."

"I am big girl DAD I could handle you any day. But don't get me wrong I'm not saying I want your fatness on top of me ever morni-" Travis cuts me off by pulling me into a hug.