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Chapter 13- Danny

We went home after that. Jorel dropped me off at out house, then took Aron to his apartment. I figured he was going to stay there for a while, so I would have to make up an excuse.

"Where's Jay? Thought you two were going out." Dylan said, raising an eyebrow.

"Erm...I was feeling a bit tired so he decided to drop me off and then finish getting stuff he needs." The younger male nodded.

"Are you ok? Do you need any painkillers or stuff?"

"Nah, I think I'll just go rest." 

"Alright. Jord and George went out for a bit, so it's just us three." Dylan nodded to Matt who was curled up on the couch, intently watching TV.

He called his name and the curly haired drummer looked up.  "Oh hey Dan. What da ya want Dill Pickle, I'm watching The Young and the Restless." 

Dylan growled, and I smiled, rummaging through the fridge for some beer. Just a can. One can, I swear.

"One, don't call me that. Two, that show's so old it should be The Old and the Tired. Three, why are you watching that in the first place?"  

Matt shrugged. "I like soap operas. You're welcome to join."

"I was going to ask you if we could watch a movie." 

"Sure. What one?" Dylan turned to me.  

"What cha wanna watch?" I just shrugged, sipping my beer.  

"Anything's fine. Just nothing too sappy."

"Ay, good. We should watch somethin scary!" 

I rolled my eyes, following him to the couch. My phone buzzed in my pocket a few minutes later.

Jorel: I'll be gone for a day or two. Idk when Aron will get better

Danny: K. Is he awake? 

Jorel: No, he fell asleep in the car

Danny: Alright. Just checkin

Jorel: Have you told the guys? 

Danny: Matt and Dyl are the only ones here so I just told em that you were grabbing stuff. I'll eventually tell them all that you're gonna be gone for family shit or something like that

Jorel: Ok, sounds good.

I could feel memories hovering around me again, it had been a while since I had felt the heavy feeling but I brushed it off.

"George.....I told you...I don't want to do this.." 

"Oh come on, you big baby. Suck it up." "'M not a baby!"
"Then stop acting like one!"

I was sitting in a tree, looking over what I somehow knew to be Johnny's parent's house. They were all in the back, where there was a pool.

Matt and Dylan were sprawled out in the shade below me, watching the scene with interest.

Charlie leaned against the house, smoking a blunt. He didn't look to ecstatic to be here.

Jay was the only one in the pool, his eyes narrowed.

George was right behind Aron, pressuring him to jump in. In the deep end, I realized from the blurry letters I could see under the water.

"Just do it!" Johnny hissed, and it felt like he was talking right in my ear. I tensed, ready to move. Although I knew it wouldn't do any good.

"C'mon Aron I'll help you." Jay waded over so he was right in front of them. "Just a little bit won't hurt..." 

Finally Johnny had had enough. He shoved Aron, and he tripped, falling into the water. Jorel just watched George, who was waiting to see what would happen.

A hand went up, and I could see Aron's pale form, thrashing. A few bubbles went up and then there was nothing.

Nobody moved.

Nobody spoke.

The whole world seemed to grow quiet. I sprang from the tree, diving into the water. Grabbing at the other male, I couldn't quite seem to get a hold of him.

Come on... 

A dark blur flashed past me, and I surfaced, watching Jay pull Deuce up. He didn't move.

"George! What the fuck, you could've killed him!" Charlie snapped. Johnny didn't move, just stared blankly at the unconscious body Jay was carrying. "Well? What do you have to say for yourself?!"  

"I...I...Didn't think that..." 

"Didn't think what?" Jorel growled. "Didn't think that he was ACTUALLY scared of water? Didn't think that he would drown? Didn't think that-" 

"I DIDN'T THINK THAT HE WAS TELLING THE TRUTH, OKAY?" 

"Why would he fake something like this?" 

"I don't know! People are weird!"

"Well, thanks to you, I have to look after him now. Are you happy?" 

"Danny...." 

"Danny wake up..." 

"The movies over..." 

I opened my eyes slowly. Dylan was standing in front of me. "The movies over, dude. You slept through like half of it." 

A burst of rage flared up in me. How dare he interrupt my memories? Okay, maybe not mine, but they were given to me.  "Oh...." I muttered, running a hand through my hair.

"Are you sure you're okay?" 

Narrowing my eyes, I stood up, walking swiftly to my room. "I'm fine." I snapped.

Shutting my door, I yawned, looking around. My gaze went to the closet, and I opened the door, smiling softly at the pictures taped to the walls and scattered on the ground.

Maybe I should tell Jay about these sometime...