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Danvis - Dancing in the Dark

Hello my dudes. It's your boy Cas and i'm currently danvis trash so here's my contribution to the fandom so please enjoy. Or, ya know, don't. I'm cool either way 

Lol I act like people are actually going to read this shit

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I get up in evening

And I ain't got nothing to say

I come home in morning

Go to bed feeling the same way

I stumble through the door of mine and Travis's apartment, locking the door behind me, then collapse on the couch. I wince at the impact. Our couch isn't very soft.

"Hey Dante." Travis walks into the room. I look up and smile at my boyfriend tiredly. He kisses my lips gently then sits on my feet.

"Thanks baby." I groan, moving my feet out from under him. He tips an imaginary hat at me, then frowns. I tilt my head to the side, silently asking him what's wrong.

"I hate that you're working this stupid job, while I'm just here."

I shift, so I'm sitting up, and wrap my arms around the white-haired man beside me. "You know I don't mind, and you're doing stuff. You're finishing school. And you've got a job too."

"Yeah, for twenty hours a week at a place that has about fifty too many employees."

"But it still helps." I whisper, kissing his temple.

I ain't nothing but tired

Man, I'm just tired and bored with myself

Hey there baby, I could use just a little help

"Does this count as breakfast, or dinner for you?" Travis asks. I open the fridge to find half a gallon of milk, a bottle of honey mustard (Travis can't live without honey mustard) and an empty six-pack of coke.

"Those thoughts are too deep for my current state, I will answer when I have food in my mouth." I joke, as I look through the single cabinet in the apartment, finding it as bare as the fridge. "I thought you went shopping."

"Uh, about that..."

I groan and turn to face him. He smiles sheepishly and I can't get find it in me to mad at him.

"McDonalds?"

"McDonalds."

You can't start a fire

You can't start a fire without a spark

I watch Travis drown his McNugget in honey mustard and laugh when he sets down the nugget to drink the honey mustard.

"Weirdo."

He sticks his tongue out and downs the plastic container like a shot. I crumple up the bright paper wrapping of the cheeseburger I just devoured and check the time. 8:09 a.m. My body is exhausted, but it's just barely the morning, and it feels like I hardly see Travis nowadays.

"So, what do you want to do?" I ask, playing with the strings on his denim jacket.

"You need to sleep."

"I'm fine."

"Babe, you just worked twelve hours, you really need to sleep."

"I know, but it's Friday, I don't have to work for two whole days."

"Sleep now. Hang out later."

I roll my eyes, but sleeping sounds really good right now, so I give in and we exit the McDonalds, walking towards our apartment. He reaches out for my hand and squeezes it.