Something About You..

Part 21: His Room

-Danny's POV-
****18 or older****

This is not how my night was supposed to go. I was going to get home, grab food, and sleep til tomorrow when the school calls asking for mom and I say "She's never here" and they just tell me not to go to school. I could go to the fucking skatepark and pick up a chick for a quickie, meet up with some "friends", smoke a bowl or... three.. then finally come home and sleep some more. All planned out. But here comes mom and Alex just throwing roadblocks. Now mom is going to ground me and I have to deal with Alex.

Pulling her by her arm up the stairs, I pull her into my room. Quickly shutting the door behind her then slowly turning to her. "Sorry about that, my mom is a bit.. eccentric" rubbing the back of my neck, it's as if there's actually pain in it. This whole situation has been stressful.

"Oh, it's okay" she backed into the wall, leaning against it for support.

"You sure? You seem tense" Granted how is she supposed to feel. She just walked into my moms sly life style, one where my mom picks whose around, and if my mom likes her, Alex is never gonna get away.

"Just a bit overwhelmed if I'm honest" she's shaking with nerves.
"Hey...." I slowly back towards my nightstand, grabbing the handle to open it, I look at her. "Do you trust me?"

Her eyes widen and her eyes search me. She's trying to figure out if she does. Finally she nodded her head "yeah, I think I do.." she looks like she can't believe she decided that. Huh..
I pull the drawer open, lifting up a piece of the shelf, exposing a secret compartment. I pull out my bowl, baggie, and grinder. I sit on my bed, adding the plant into the grinder. She walks over and looks into the baggie. She smells it then looks at me with a scowl.
"You wanted to know if I trusted you because you want to smoke? Seriously?" She shakes her head, sitting on the bed in front of me.
"Ha, you're cute" shaking my head, continuing to grind the plant. Out of the corner of my eyes, I am watching her. She reacts to everything so visually. She wears her emotions on her face, it's very fascinating. Especially since she seems eager watching me do all of this. Good girl has a bad side?

Uncovering the grinder, I pack the plant into the bowl. Leaving it in between us as I put everything else back. "You want the first hit?" I shrug pushing the piece closer to her.

"I've.. I haven't.. never done this" she looks at her hands nervously.

"Okay, how about we try something first then" I place the bowl to my mouth, lighting the plant. I inhale then lean into her, blowing the smoke into her mouth. She inhaled slowly, hesitantly. Her head falls back slowly then she starts coughing, chuckling at her I take another hit. She's still coughing, putting the bowl down, I just hand her soda off the night stand.
"Here" she took it, sweetly pressing the can to her lips, taking in the beverage quickly. Her coughing slowed down. She handed the can back.

"That tasted aweful. It was flat" she wipes her mouth. I look at the can and start to crack up.

"Sorry that was from last night" she nudges my shoulder.

"You're a brat" she crossed her arms moving onto the bed more.

"Lighten up cupcake. I may be a brat but so are you". It doesn't feel so awkward between us now. It's like we both calmed down. "Did you really mean what you said.. down stairs, before my mom stepped in?" I can't seem to look at her, I'm plucking lint off my blanket, avoiding eye contact. If she meant it.. then I have to apologize for a whole chapter of things I thought..

"Well, yeah... I realized after you left that you didn't check the box. Someone else wrote it too and given your behavior the past few days... look, if I upset you or hurt you in anyway I am sorry. I was worried you said something or you have bad intentions with me.." this kind of froze me in place. She was actually genuinely apologizing. Damn it.. I can't help myself, I pull her in. Hugging her tightly..