Something About You..

Part 17: Dont Let Go

-Danny's POV-
It's so damn bright outside, I can't complain though. Kind of in cloud nine. Don't get me wrong, the goal was to be her friend but she's smart, funny, god her smile. She's sassy and witty but playful and sweet. It's a natural attraction. She's not meant to be just a friend. Im not a hopeless romantic, truthfully I'm not sure what love is, I've seen people in it but I only love my mom...
"Danny?" She's waving her hand in front of my eyes, "Hello?"
Quickly looking at her "Yes Little Thing".
She blushed, "Are you okay? You're lost in thought. We made it past school zone and you haven't even lit a cigarette.... Oh! Not that "that" is bad just a weird behavior" she's fidgeting her hands, watching the ground. Why is she uncomfortable?
"I'm alright, no worries." I smile at her. She is right though.. Pulling out one, lighting it, I pull away from her, holding her hand instead of her shoulder. I don't want her to inhale the smoke. I feel her trying to pull her hand away but she relaxes.
Wow, she's got soft small hands. I abruptly stop, pulling her hand up, I measure her hand against mine.
"Ahh, what are you doing?" She asked
"Your fingers don't even reach my finger tips" No, they reach just above the my joints in the middle of each finger.
"Come on, lets go" she giggled, pressing forward. She intertwined our fingers pulling me along with her. We were only 5 houses away from hers, don't get me wrong, it seems like a short distance from the school, which it is, but we took our time today. We didn't say anything, just walked side by side, hand in hand to her house. It was a bit surreal. I never thought this would happen.
The we stopped two houses away so I could finish my cigarette. There was only a few drags left. Every time she'd try to pull her hand away I held it tighter. I know it sounds like I am forcing her but... I'm a little selfish and don't want to let go. Don't get me wrong, if she really wanted to let go, she'd make sure to get her way.
Something tells me she's not as weak as she looks. Seeing her take on the vending machine at school was hilarious to say the least but her stance for the kick was flawless. If that machine was a human, their shin would have been taken out.
The cigarette is out, instead of throwing it this time, I flick the cherry off and put the filter into the chest pocket on my jacket. She smiles at this gesture, which makes me think she appreciates it.
"Come on, two houses to go" I smile, carefully wrapping my arm around her, still holding her hand. I don't think she knows this yet but she really has a hold on me.
"Then I can read on the porch" she exclaimed. She is practically jumping with excitement, dragging me with her to her house gate. It's cute to see her like this.
I let her go as she opens the front gate, not sure if she would let me stay on the porch with her. Should I try to spend more time with her? If she's planning on reading, would I just bother her? She's looking at me now, puzzled.
"Hmm?" I ask.
"You didn't hear me?" She shook her head smirking.
"No, sorry, deep in thought"
"Would you like to sit on the porch with me? Mom is home, she'd probably love to see you and maybe she'll make us some tea" she's looking down, nervous.
"I'd love to" a smile escapes me. How did she know? Can she read my mind? Am I becoming predictable? Questions keep popping into my head until she grabbed my arm and pulled me up her stairs. She sat down on the top step before pulling me down with her. Sure as shit, her mom opened the front door, calling my name.
"Danny! It's so good to see you! How was school today kids?" She stood in the door way, holding her hands together, smiling at Alex and I.
"Oh, school was okay, Mrs. Lifton. It's nice to see you as well" I smile softly at her. She's so sweet, it makes me a bit envious of Alex if being honest. Having a mother who genuinely cares about her, wants the best for her. Is supportive and guiding.
I got to think of something else, the sadness is dripping in. I take a quick glance at Alex, she's smiling at her mom asking for something to drink.