Mine (an African love story)

13. Drinking

Three Days After the Picnic

6:03 p.m.

Today, I wanted to hang out with April but when I called her, she said she couldn't go out anywhere with me because her mom was making her go to a relative's house. Since she was busy, I called Tyler and asked if we could hang out but he also said that he couldn't today but that we could hang out tomorrow. So I've been home all day watching Glee on Netflix. I've been bored today because my parents both went to work today. It's been really lonely ever since Danny and I stopped being friends. On a lonely day like today, he would've came over and we would have recorded silly dance videos and have mini fashion shows.

I've started eating a little more but still not as much as I used to. I just don't see the purpose in eating anymore.

I get up from my bed and pause the show. I really need to get out of the house and away from the TV screen. I have been sitting in front of the TV all day without any fresh air. I go downstairs and put on my sandals before opening the door and stepping on to the verandah. Our gateman is in his room watching a funny movie that he keeps bursting out into laughter at. I smile at how entertained he was.

The sky was beginning to darken a little and it reflected my mood. Gloomy and lonely. I hear a sudden knock on the gate. I raise my eyebrows in confusion. My parents don't come back until late at night, so who could that be? The knock happens again and I go to the gate to open it to see Danny standing there. But he is slouching and he is barely standing still.

"Danny?" I ask in confusion before he falls forward and I quickly catch him. Now, Danny was a tall and muscular guy so it was hard to hold on to him. I close the gate with my other hand and look back at him.

"Danny?" I call again with panic. I know we aren't on good terms right now but that doesn't mean I stopped caring about him.

He looks up at me in my arms and touches my face.

"Anima.." he whispers, and I automatically smell alcohol in his breath. I gasp and tighten my grip on him. He never drinks.

"Danny, are you drunk?" I ask cautiously.

He laughs and removes himself from me.

"I'm not d-drunk." he says before tripping over his feet. I quickly hold onto him and roll my eyes.

"Yeah, you're drunk. Come on."

I lead him into the house and take him to my room. He falls onto the bed and I stretch in exhaustion. Who knew holding onto him was so much work? I go to my mini fridge and grab a water bottle for him. He sits up in the bed and I hand it to him. He grabs the bottle and my wrist and pulls me onto his lap. I gasp but at the same time I feel butterflies in my stomach. But then I remember everything that's happened and I can't help but feel angry.

"What are you doing?" I ask him, getting off of him but he pulls me back to him.

"Stay. You're mine." he says but I can see his eyes are in a daze.

I push his hands off me and I stand up.

"You're drunk, Danny. Drink the water." I say and he obliges and gulps down the water.

After he drinks the water, he lays down and I slowly sit next to him. He grabs my waist and pulls me to lay down on him.

"Last time we were in your bed, we had fun. That was the best day ever. Do you wanna do it again?" he says and I blush madly, but quickly stop.

"Stop it Danny. That was inappropriate." I tell him but he smiles.

"I think about it all the time." he says and I shake my head before getting off of him.