Chapter Nine

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Chapter 9 – The Truth.

I was still outside. I honestly didn’t want to go back in. But I had to I didn’t want Christian to get worried about me. And of course, the second I decided to walk in, I was a lost puppy. I wondered for what seemed hours until I ran into Damon.

“DAMON.” He turned around.

“Oh Danielle, what’s wrong?”

“Where’s Christian?”

“Over there. Why?”

“I got lost.” Damon laughed and gave me a slow clap. I glared at Damon and walked off to Christian.

“Danielle! There you are!” He ran over and hugged me. I loved seeing Christian happy. It made me happy. And of course more pictures where taken. Playlist was finally over. I was ready to collapse on the floor and go to sleep.

“Damon if you turn Taylor Swift on again I swear-“ Matt started.

“Matt shut up before I hit you with a canoe.” I told him.

“Rude.”

“I’m tired so quiet.” I got to sit next to Christian this time. Thank goodness. He put his arm around me and I cuddled up next to him. Christian was forced to carry me, I refused to get up. And he got me back. He threw me on to the bed.

“HOLY TITS. I’M GOING TO-“ I looked at Christian. “You sir, are dead to me.”

“Oh really now?”

“Yes.” I took the blanket and pillows off the bed and curled up into a ball. “Have fun sleeping tonight.”

“Danielle. I’m going to kill you.” Christian came over and sat on me. “Have fun sleeping tonight.”

“Oh you loser.” I pushed him off. I wanted to ask him who he was waiting for. But I didn’t want to come off rude.

“Rude.”

“Christian, I have a question.”

“Yes?”

“I was talking to Matt, and he said you where waiting for someone. Who was that someone?” My voice kept getting softer and quieter.

“That someone was you. I waited three years for you to turn eighteen, just so being with you wouldn’t be illegal.” He smiled at me. That smile made me melt inside. In our future, I’m never going to be mad at him, that smile, I just couldn’t be mad at him, ever. I smiled at him. I didn’t know if he was lying or not. A part of me believed him, but yet a part of me didn’t. I got up and hugged him. I don’t think life could be any better. 

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