hard | daniel seavey

chapter forty-one

"Good morning Los Angeles and thank you for tuning into KISS-FM 102.7.."

I drove to school, listening to the radio and prayed that I'd catch the boys' interview. Hopefully, they were the main segment and started right away. They began talking about the new songs on their album, played a few games inbetween music, and talked about where they'd be going on tour and what they were most excited about.

"Okay before we go, how about we take some fan calls?" The interviewer asked. The boys all agreed and began answering questions from from fans They were typical questions like tour, the weirdest thing a fan has ever done, etc. I pulled into the parking lot of my first class' building, about to get out of the car, until I heard a familiar voice.

"My name is Stacey from Los Angeles!" The voice flooded through my car's speakers. I sat and listened, praying that it was someone else.

"Staceyyy," Jack said in a deep voice, making the other boys laugh. "Whatchya got for us?"

"My question is actually for Daniel," My God. I could see the conniving look on her face. "Is it true that your girlfriend, Madison, engaged when you guys got together?"

Silence filled the studio. Tears flooded in my eyes. How did she even know about that? I had only told Daniel and Zach about it. Other than that, no one else knew. Was she really trying to tear me down like that on a radio station, of all things?

"I'm not going to get into the situation," Daniel said confidently. "But no, Madison was not engaged when we met. I will say that neither one of us were in a good spot when we did meet. We were both in rough positions, trying to figure out who we were and what we really wanted while also trying to find something to keep us going. And I guess that's just how things came to be; we brought light into each other's darkness. We put each other back together. I don't think what Madison went through before our relationship matters. It's what goes on between her and I now that will."

The boys all cheered and clapped and I could just see Daniel's growing red face. Stacey went to continue, but the interviewer cut her short.

"I think we'll end today's interview on a light note. Daniel, that was beautiful and we're all wishing you the best. Why Don't We will be going on their 8 Letters tour..."

He began talking about the boys' upcoming tour, signaling the interview was over. I turned off my car, calling Daniel in the process. The phone dialed for what seemed like forever before finally answering.

"Hey, Baby. Sorry we just got done with the interview-" Daniel's voice sounded rush as the background noise faded behind him.

"I know, I'm sorry for calling so quick. But I just wanted to say thank you and that I'm sorry," I stood outside the door to my school building. Class had already started at this point, but I could care less. "I-I know that question probably wasn't easy for you to answer."

"You don't need to apologize, Pretty Girl. How were you supposed to know someone would ask about that? It's just weird that she knew about the engagement."

"I wasn't engaged," I rolled my eyes at the thought. If it weren't for Daniel, I probably would be. I'd probably be at home trying to find the perfect colors to match the perfect venue for our perfect day. It made me sick, thinking that I probably would've married Aaron and been trapped in his drunken and abusive state.

"You had the ring." I could picture the slight smirk on his face.

"Okay, I really don't wanna talk about that anymore." I sighed and opened the doors to the school building. I already knew Mr. Caldwell would not be happy with me being late when exams were only 3 weeks away.

"I'm sorry-" Daniel was cut off by someone in the background. He sighed through the phone. "I have to go, we're off to our next interview. I'll come over later?"

"Yea, okay." I said before saying goodbye.

The rest of the day was spent with me not paying attention to anything. My mind was clouded with the overpowering thoughts of what my life really could've been without Daniel in it. I tried not to think about it, but the endless unhappy memories kept coming into my mind and wouldn't stop.

I ended up skipping my last class and went straight home. Making some tea and watching some tv, I tried to block out everything. I laid on my couch, the last thing I heard before falling asleep was the oh-so powerful Jo Wilson from Grey's Anatomy.

"...He would apologize and then tell me it was my fault all in one breath. And he was so persuasive..."