Chapter 64 Again

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Danny was leaving today and I wanted to see him before he headed back to California for a few weeks.
It really sucked having to adjust to the long distance and accepting that he no longer lived in Pennsylvania. There's times I wish I could just knock on his door like I use to and just lay in his arms, I really missed how things use to be. But I was proud of him for making such a big move to brighten a career path for hisself, Especially now getting along with his dad.

His dedication was inspiring for the things he's accomplished at such a young age. He inspired my life in so many ways he truly made a impact on it.
I just wanted him to be happy he deserves it he's been through enough so I've been nothing but supportive. Mason found messages through my phone of Danny and I and has post poned our living situation. I felt extremely guilty for what I have been doing but I couldn't help it and Mason wasn't giving up on "Us". I told him Danny and I were just friends as I knew Danny would never throw me under the bus.

"Do you trust me?" Danny laughed out covering my eyes behind me. "I trust you" I laughed out touching his hands smiling as I stepped slowly, Danny rocked side to side slowly behind me to avoid stepping on my feet. "Where are you taking me?" I laughed out.
"Just trust me" He mumbled with his mouth against my neck and chin on his shoulder.

"Fine" I smiled exhaling being patient as Danny stopped suddenly, I grabbed his wrists gently holding onto them. "Are we here?" I whispered biting my lip as Danny slowly moved my hands. 

My mouth dropped as I raised my eyebrows looking around touching the charm on my necklace seeing a Pottery shop. "Surprise" He mumbled stepping back holding his arms behind his back. "This is so beautiful" I whispered blinking a few times interested immediately as I slowly swiped my fingertips across some pieces made. "Why pottery?" I whispered under my breath slowly looking over my shoulder at Danny.

"Well it's a progress" He mumbled glancing from my lips to my eyes. "It consists of patience" He stares at me closely as I listened. "Building structure" He mumbled tilting his head a little looking into my eyes as my heart began pounding. "You work with it when it falls down" He continued explaining raising a brow.

"It's beautiful there's a lot of art behind it" He wiped down the sides of his mouth. "You also have to believe in it" He continued as I listened closely.
"You start from scratch which makes it not only pretty cool but pure" He mumbled shrugging slowly. "You work on it until it's solid" He finished as I paced back and forth in his eyes. "Until it's one" He gulped.

"Kinda like us" He whispered as I gulped slowly.
"I don't want to share you and I don't intend to" He gulped clenching in his jaw. "I want us to start over" He said "From scratch" He whispered close to my neck as I smiled small. "Really?" I asked. "More than anything" He mumbled close to my skin as I was completely blown away, I blinked a few times looking over my shoulder at Danny stare into my eyes with a serious glare intensely.

"I figured we have to start somewhere" He whispered smiling small as I placed my hand up to the side of his cheek laughing a little. "I'm excited" I raised my eyebrows looking around as I watched some people making some. "Can we start?" I asked looking over my shoulder raising a brow. "Help yourself" A woman smiled folding her hands as I laughed a little taking Danny's hand pulling him along.

"Whoa whoa whoa" He mumbled scoffing following me as we slowly walked down the isle glancing at others doing some work. "It looks so hard" I whispered biting my lip moving a stand of hair behind my ear. "Here" Danny said sliding out a chair yanking me over to it slowly, I laughed a little rolling my eyes as I let go of his hand slowly sitting down as I scooted the chair in. Danny stepped aside rubbing his hands together as he cleared his throat I looked over my shoulder at him. "Is it gonna get all over my clothes?" I looked down at myself then at him.

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