//dan//
its been a few days since blue eyes and i have hung out. im guessing hes still with his parents, its the only thing i remember about that night, all the blood and stress. everything else is a blur. its a little past eight now, im lying on the grass at the park.
"hey, curly boy." i hear a familiar voice say and sit beside me.
i sit up and see blue eyes, smiling softly.
"holy shit." i mumble and fall to the grass in a hug, "i- ive missed you."
"ive missed you too, uh. hugs arent a good idea, still sore." he says.
"sorry." i say and release him from the hug.
"what are you doing out here?" he asks and lies down next to me.
"i dont know." i say, "just had to get out and breathe for a bit."
"whats wrong?" he asks, "whats on your mind?"
"i.. i dont know. just.." i sigh, "i wanted to be left alone and away from people."
"why?" he asks.
"i dont know, blue eyes." i say.
"love, talk to me." he says.
"blue eyes, really. i dont know. im just.. confused about everything. i dont know how to explain it." i say, "like.. im genuinely happy but im just conflicted with everything happening and i dont know how to deal with it and its all just so much and im rambling, im sorry."
"wanna go for a walk? that always helps clear my head." he says.
i nod my head and we both stand up. we walk side by side, im looking down. i open my mouth to speak but decide against it. why am i- wait, im not even sad, why. fuck, im tired. should i go home? ugh, fuck. what time is it?
"what time is it?" i ask.
"nine thirty." blue eyes says.
"lets go to the corner store." i say.
"alright." he says.
its cold now i notice. not too cold, just a bit. we reach the store and go inside. im still not speaking, stuck in my head. i go to the back and grab a pack of vodka and a box of cigarettes.
"identity card, sir." the cashier tells me.
shit.
"im not sure if ive got my wallet." i say and feel the pockets of my jeans, "ive only got cash on me."
"wait. are you dan? dan howell?" the cashier asks.
"yes?" i say, i dont know who this is.
"mate, it's been forever." he says.
"jacob?" i ask, "shit, i hardly recognized you."
"forget the i.d. mate, youre alright." he says, "ten bucks."
i hand him the money and look around for blue eyes. hes in the candy isle.
"hey. uh, whats your number?" jacob asks.
"you got any paper?" i ask, he hands me a piece of paper and a pen and i write my number down on it.
"wanna hang out sometime?" he asks.
"uh, yeah. sounds good, mate." i say.
"tomorrow? i get off near nine." he says.
"yeah. alright. well, catch you later, mate." i say and walk out.
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bad boys // phan
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