Just Promise Me

Chapter Eight

Chapter 8 – Well I’m Dead.

(Note: Okay I have no clue how Playlist works, so this is just my imagination.)

Christian set up for his line of people. I seriously though I pissed my pants when I saw how many people where there. Holy shit. How does he do this?

“Who’s that girl over there.” So many of them saw me and said something about me. One or two of them would come up to be and ask for a hug, and of course I would hug them.

“I  follow you on Tumblr.” They’d say to me. I guess this was fun.

“Okay guys. I want you to form a circle around me when I say so.” Christian dragged me into the middle of an area and a giant crowd of people formed.

“Danielle.” Christian started. What the hell was he doing I kept thinking. Has he lost his mind? “Will you,” his face instantly turned at least ten different shades of red and pink, “be my girlfriend.” How? We’ve only known each other for a short amount of time. Why now?

“Yes.” I stupidly said. I hardly know him. He hardly knows me. I’ve probably just made a giant mistake. What am I doing? Someone here is going to kill me or tell me to back of “their” man. When really Christian is my man now. And I guess I am happy. He’s saved my life, and this is a dream come true. But why now, why did he have to make such a big scene about it? A large scream came from the crowd.

“Christian! We’re so proud of you!” Everyone was screaming. Please can we get kicked out? I hate how much attention is on us.

“Everyone scatter.” I dragged Christian away from the crowd. “What the hell was that about?”

“I wanted to do it in a sweet way.”

“That doesn’t mean I want hundreds of people screaming and giving me attention.” He could tell I was upset. He hugged me and said nothing else.

“Awhhh!” Girls screamed. I heard the sound of cameras going off. Well I know what Tumblr is going to be full of tonight. Christian was still hugging me. He didn’t want to let go. I wanted him to though. I felt suffocated. Don’t get me wrong, I loved this, but I just needed some space for a least a second. He finally let go.

“I’m going to go get some air.” I said. “I feel suffocated in here.”

“A-alright.” I felt watched as I started walking off.

“Did she break up with you?” Someone asked. I wanted to turn around and yell at her.

“No. Why do you ask?”

“She seems pretty upset and so do you.”

“She’s just getting some air, calm down.”

A few minutes have passed. I’m still out here. I really don’t want to go back in.

“Damn douche canoes.” Well there’s Matt. “Oh Danielle, right?”

“Yeah.”

“So did Christian-“

“Yes.” I cut him off. “I said yes too.”

“About time that boy found someone. The past three years he’s been saying, ‘I’m waiting for someone.’ I still don’t know who though.” Was it me that he was waiting for? Or did the girl he wanted turn him down, and I turned around to be his second choice?

“Oh.”

“Well I got to get back to my line.” Matt quickly signed a paper. “There. Now you have my autograph and you can sell it on eBay for millions.”  I started laughing. Once Matt left I let out a huge sigh. I wish I was the girl Christian was waiting for. I know I was his second choice. I’m always a second choice.