Happy Accident // David Dobrik

13. She's So Nice

But she's so nice.
But she's so nice.
I treat her badly
But she comes back, every time.

    I reluctantly walked down the hallway and opened David's door. He was sitting on the edge of his bed. He looked up at me.
"What do you want?" I asked.
My voice was slightly raspy from all the crying I did today. I hate when I cry in front of people, it makes me feel like a little bitch.
"Sit with me." He ordered.
I rolled my eyes and sat next to him.
"I'm really sorry for reading your stuff, I didn't know it was that personal." He said.
"Whatever. Can you just leave me alone." I rubbed my temples.
I was so stressed about the entire day I was having. I felt the warmth of two arms around me. David was hugging me while laying his head on my shoulder. I didn't  hug him back.
"What? You want me because I'm eighteen now?"
My question surprised him as he had stopped hugging me and looked at me with wide eyes.
"You don't want me. At all. You just think you do because you know that I want you. I don't want this anymore." I stood up and walked out of his bed room and laid back down on the couch.
David walked into the living room.
"That's not what I was trying to do, okay? I don't like you and you're really fucking annoying. But I'm sorry and I don't like seeing you cry." He said
"Cool, leave me alone." I responded coldly.
I was extremely upset at the whole situation.
There was a long pause before we spoke. I looked at my phone while he stared at the floor.
"Do you want something to eat?" He asked, breaking the silence and attempting to soothe the tension in the room.
"No, fuck off." I said
"Fine starve and die then!" He stomped back to his room.
My eyes were heavy. I eventually fell asleep. Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day.

9:46 am

I felt like I was drowning. Air escaping me slowing but unable to inhale. Just a foot below the surface, slowly running out of air. Slowly. My throat tightened as my lungs are now empty. I was so close to the surface, why can't I breath? Why can't I get away?

I shot up from my sleep in a cold sweat. Of course I had another fucked up dream. I pushed a piece of my hair behind my ear. I decided I should probably do something with myself today so I at least feel productive. I grabbed my bag and went into the bathroom. I put on a reasonably good outfit and put on some make up so I didn't look like a mess. I brushed my tangled hair and put it into a bun. I walked back into the living room to see the one person I don't want to see. It was David, in a pair of joggers and a black shirt sporting his messy hair as he always did. His eyes found their way to me.
"I really am sorry." He said.
"It's fine." I responded coldly.
I didn't want to start another altercation with him so early in the morning. I don't know why but I started to tear up again.
"Oh Dyl, stop please." He said walking over to me and wrapping his arms around me.
"You might be an idiot but please stop being so sad. I don't fucking like it." He said.
I pulled myself out of his arms.
"Stop saying that you're sorry. It's fine." I lied. I was so hurt that he would just look through my personal belongings like that.
"I don't get it? I said I was sorry. You're being such an idiot, it's stressing me out." He mumbled.
"Sorry." I replied.
I sat in the couch and tried to focus on my phone instead of him.
"Stop being nice to me." He said.
I shot him a very confused look.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because I'm so mean to you. Why don't you hate me?" He asked.
I didn't know how to answer him because I didn't understand it myself. He is mean to me. So why am I nice to him? Its because I like him.
"I do hate you." I lied.
He chuckled.
"You do realize I read your journal right? I know how you feel. It's cute." He messed up my hair and laughed.
"Don't touch me. I wrote those a long time ago." I lied again.
"The dates are in your journal dumb shit."
I rolled my eyes at him and once again kept my gaze locked on my phone.
I never wanted him to know that I liked him. I don't even want to like him.
"I just can't believe you have a crush on me, after how mean I am to you. I thought you got the hint that I don't like you." He chuckled.
My blood boiled under my skin. I was fed up with feeling so one sided in this situation.
"And you never liked me?! What about that time we kissed and I said I didn't like you? Or that time you told me you liked me? Or was that all fucking fake?" Anger was obvious in my tone.
He looked at me in shock. This was the first time in months that either of us had mentioned our previous, taboo romance.
"It wasn't fake. It really hurt." He said.
"Yeah, it sure does fucking hurt. Please just leave me alone." My eyes were watering.
He sat down next to me and pulled me into him. I laid my head on his chest as he held me.
Why is he doing this? It's like he can't decide whether to treat me like everything or nothing.
"I still don't like you." He said.
He held me tighter, more like a hug rather than a cuddle.
"I know." I responded.
I didn't know why but I couldn't stop my eyes from watering. No tears fell, but you could tell I was holding back on crying.
"Look at me." He ordered.
My glossy eyes looked up at his. His eyes were so pretty. I wish he wasn't so beautiful.
"Stop it." He grazed his thumb against my cheek "It's annoying." He said.
It's like he's trying to piss me off, but being sweet at the same time. It was fucking me up.
I shook my head and pushed myself off of him. I sat on the large bean bag he had brought out to his living room.
"Sorry I'm so annoying." I said, folding my arms.
"I didn't mean it like that." He said.
"It's fine. You're fine." I said genuinely.
I still cared for him dearly, no matter how badly things hurt.
"Why? Why the fuck are you doing this?" He asked.
I shot him a confused look.
"Doing what? I asked.
"Stop being nice to me, Stop treating me like I'm you're friend and you care about me. Stop caring about me. I'm horrible to you and you always try to apologize and make things right with me. Why? Why are you doing this? I'm a a piece of shit, can't you see that?" David ranted.
"Not to me. Can't you see how brilliant you are? How hard you work, or how nice you are for letting me stay in your house? You're not a piece of shit." I argued.
"But I'm horrible to you, you're too nice, just stop." He said.
"You're not horrible to me. Yeah sometimes you make fun of me and stuff. But I can tell you care." I said
"Shut up." He laughed.
"You know it's true." I smirked.
He crossed his arms and rolled his eyes.
"Yeah so what? I care about you." He put his index finger and his thumb so close they almost touched. "Maybe like this much." He chuckled.
I rolled my eyes and laughed.
"Come here." He opened his arms, waiting for me to sit with him.
I was hesitant but eventually complied. I stood up and sat with him on the couch. He wrapped his arms around me and I nuzzled my head into the crook of his neck. I know we could never be something, but I've never wanted something impossible so badly.
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A/N
BIG THINGS ARE HAPPENING. If I'm a little slow on chapters it's because I'm writing another book (Yay!) .It's not about David so you probably won't enjoy it lol, so if I post another book you can ignore it bc I know ur not gonna like it, it's not even about a Youtuber rlly so Don't mind it if I post it's chapters. But yeah that's all. OH and don't worry, just bc I'm writing another book doesn't mean I'm quitting on this one. I'm also very sorry that this chapter kinda fuckin sucks but, I love y'all anyways byyyyeeeee 💗👋🏼