daniel woke up the next day in his own bunk. he blindly reached for his phone, when he found it he turned it on, the brightness making him flinch. quickly he turned it down and read the messages from the previous night.
anna banana you're drunk again? really? daniel this isn't you
anna banana you need to stop. this is getting out of control. i get that you like corbyn, i get that you're sad because you can't have corbyn but shit, dani. drinking yourself silly won't help your problems. it's slowly killing your body. mom and dad hate seeing you like this. your out traveling the world with your best friends and your really just going to drink it all away? it's bullshit. find someone else. find someone who isn't taken. find someone who can make you happy.
daniel you must be slow and/or new here.
daniel corbyn is the only one who can make me happy
daniel you know nothing about my problems right now and don't try to understand it either
moments later, she replied
anna banana you really are a selfish prick you know that right
anna banana you can't just have corbyn to yourself. he isn't yours. he's dating christina. you do know the definition of dating right? no? here i'll show you since you can't get it through your thick skull that CORBYN IS A TAKEN MAN
anna banana
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daniel you and jonah act as if i know nothing. of fucking course i know corbyn is dating her. I KNOW THAT. everybody fucking knows that. but i can't help my feelings. i cant control them.
anna banana well learn how to control them and learn quick. don't talk to me til you do
daniel wow so the entire family is just going to block me out? just like that? read at 7:23
daniel fucking fine. but if i end up dying y'all are gonna feel so damn bad 😂😂 read at 7:23
daniel it's not like i need you guys in my life anyways. read at 7:24
daniel needed his family in his life.
daniel threw his phone, watching it hit the wall with blurry vision. he angrily got up and changed out of his pajamas. he threw on a pair of shorts and a hoodie. he put on his beanie and washed up.
when he was done, he got out of the bus, and saw that they were right near a beach. the cool air made him shiver, the waves crashed along the shore. the salty air relaxed him and the call of birds made him feel safe.
he climbed down to the sand, his bare feet hitting the warm sinking sand first. he stumbled over the sand, and made it to the water. he stood in the water, the surprisingly warm water- where even were they? he was pretty sure they were in california.
he watched his feet slowly sink into the wet sand as the water came crashing down on his feet. oh how he loved the beach. it was his safe place. his way to escape. it was so peaceful. the sun was just peaking over the horizon. the water shining because of it.
a presence beside him made the boy look over with tired eyes. he shook his head and looked back in front of him when he realized it was corbyn.
"leave me alone. go facetime christina or something."
"nah. she's in school right now. i did want to talk to you-"
"yeah? well i don't." daniel snapped. suddenly, the beach wasn't so peaceful anymore. "and plus. there isn't much to say except for i like you. i'm gay. and you aren't."
"you're right. i'm not. i'm not gay, and i'm dating christina. but that doesn't change the way-"
"don't. just.. don't. i don't want to hear it. do not get my hopes up just for them to be crushed."
"daniel.."
"are you deaf? leave me alone, corbyn! just go away!" he cried out, walking further away from the shocked boy.
"fine." he whispered, turning around and walked back to the bus. "here's your phone, by the way." corbyn sighed, tossing the phone to daniel. it landed in the sand with a small thump.
daniel looked down at his phone, it was blowing up with notifications. his notifications were always off. he picked up his now cracked phone and unlocked it. he went to instagram and shut his eyes when he saw what he posted.
of course it was his bag full of alcohol. with some depressing caption.
with shaky hands, he deleted the photo but it was no use. he went to his tagged photos and all he saw was his bag. he cursed loudly, and threw his phone in the water out of pure rage.
"daniel? what the fuck man?" zach exclaimed quickly grabbing his phone that luckily washed up on shore. (how that happened? zach didn't know, but he also didn't really care.)
"i don't want my phone. i don't want to have to deal with my family. i don't want to deal with corbyn, or jonah. i just want to get drunk and sleep." he mumbled.
"oh man.." he sat down next to the boy. "dani-"
"i really don't want to talk about it." he said, before zach could say anything.
"then we don't have to talk about it."
"thank you." he said quietly, resting his head on zach's shoulder.
