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Daniel K-3

I wake up in a cold sweat. looking around the room to see a somewhat familiar place. I sit up quickly, my head pounding. I soon realize where I am. Daniel's room. I must have not gone home after Mark's party. I gaze down at the floor, realizing I'm not in my clothes. They seem to be a man's, so either Matt's, Mark's, Ryan's, or...Daniel's. I don't remember much, just a lot of drinks. I stumble down the stairs and squint at the light coming from the sliding doors leading to the deck. After my eyes adjust, I see Daniel sleeping soundly on the couch. I smile weakly, he looks adorable. The smell of pancakes meets my nose. I continue on to the kitchen, the tall, lanky figure of Matt standing at the stove. I take some Advil and lean against the counter.

"Hey Mattie, what's cooking?" He flips a pancake with ease. Cooking has always been his forte.

"Bekfast. How you feeling, party animal?" I groan in confusion, unaware of anything that happened last night. "You want me to tell you what happened?" He pulls out 4 plates, since Mark is at work. I nod as he looks over.

"Please do," He sets two of the plates on the table and points to one, telling me to sit.

"Well, first of all, Mark had a party. Clearly, you were invited, since we like you and you have an obvious crush on Dan. You were shy at first but Ryan dared you to do like, 5 rounds of shots, making you waaaay more drunk than everyone else. It was hilarious. You played truth or dare with us after everyone left, shit went down!" Feelings of regret fill my mind. Danny walks in from the other room, his hair messy. He has one sock on and his shirt has a hole in the sleeve. A gasp comes from his mouth as he sees the pancakes Matt has made.

"Thanks, Matt." Matt takes the other two plates into the hall. I assume he'll drop one off to Ryan and eat in his room. "So, hellbender," Dan sits at the table with me, digging into his food. "How do you feel?" He chuckles.

"Bad, I regret things I can't even remember." He laughs and I start to eat my breakfast.

"So, you don't remember playing truth or dare? You'd be lucky not too..." We finish eating and he takes the plates to the sink.

"Absolutely no clue."

"I guess I'll be the one to tell you what happened. Buckle up, its gonna be a bumpy ride," another chuckle comes from him as he sits back down with me.

"After all the others left, you, Mark, Matt, Ryan, and I played truth or dare in the living room. Mark dared Matt to give Ryan a lap dance. Matt dared you to sit in Ryan's lap, and you gladly accepted?"

"Ryan's very... calming to me. I know that's weird, but we went to high school together, ya know?" he nods. "Continue."

"Mark had to run in the street in his underwear, thanks to you. Good one, by the way. We also-" he stops abruptly. "We uh..." He continues for a few seconds until sounds from behind the front door are heard. We look over as the door opens, seeing Mark come in, Chica following after. "Oh, hi Mark," Dan greets.

"Hey, guys! Y/N, how do you feel?" He chuckles, sitting at the table with us.

"I'm fine now, just a little confused, especially with everything that happened last night..."

"So, you told her about that kiss?" he raises his eyebrows at Dan. I look at him, confused. "Um, well you can fill Y/N in, I gotta go." He rushes out. Dan and I look at each other, my eyes wide.

"You and I, we uh-"

"Whose idea was it?" I say, stifling a laugh by looking down at the table.

"Mine? I was kinda tipsy." We make eye contact. I don't know what to say. I've liked him for quite a while, I mean, I'm not good at hiding it. Does this mean he likes me back? I hope that doesn't make things awkward between us. "If it matters to you, I don't really remember it." I look at him for a few seconds then shrug.

"Of course not. I don't remember either," I say, standing.

"Will you go with me to the laundry room then? I know if I don't do it, you guys definitely won't." He stands with me.

"I'd like that, I'll get mine and Ryan's."

"And I'll get Matt and I's. Throw everything in the shopping cart we stole from Walmart."

"Ay, ay, captain" He yells, walking to the hallway and into Ryan's room. I follow after him, heading to my room instead. I grab my dirty clothes and set down the basket in the hall. I knock on Matt's door lightly.

"Housekeeping!" I say with a terrible impression.

"Come on in," Matt says with a small laugh. I walk in to see Banana sitting with Matt as he plays a game on the computer. I grab his laundry as he says a quick 'thank you'. I step out and close the door behind me. Taking hold of both baskets, I take them to the cart, setting them in. Dan comes up behind me and sets one big basket in the cart.

"It's lucky for you that Mark does his own laundry. Actually," he sets his hand between my shoulder blades. I turn to face him. "Thank you, for doing my laundry, it's probably pretty gross in that basket," he laughs.

"No need to thank me, Danny. You guys letting me stay here last night is thanks enough," I say quietly, confused by the sudden affection.

"I was lying, about not remembering last night."

"Why?" I push further. Why would he lie to me?

"I didn't know how you would take it, but we were both drinking."

"Isn't it obvious? I like you." He stares at me in shock. "Everyone else knew..." I say slowly. He slides his hand down to my lower back, pulling me closer and closing the space between us. He kisses me softly as if I'll break. Ryan walks in, yawning. He stares at us, blank-faced.

"You know what, I'm going back to bed." He walks back into the hall. Dan separates from me with a snicker. His adorable laugh is contagious. He holds me in his arms as I rest my head on his chest.

"Still want to do laundry?" He sets his chin on my head.

"I've got something else in mind."