HE'S MY EX, daniel seavey

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ariella

"fuck. ouch," is the first thing i hear when i wake up the next day.

i'm confused for a second before i realize that i'm still at daniel's apartment... great.

i was hoping to wake up early enough to avoid seeing him, but as he walks into view i know that it's too late for that.

"ellie?" he mumbles to himself, confusion written all over his face.

he rarely ever called me ellie.

"hey.. sorry i kinda stayed over last night. it was really late and i didn't want to risk driving home and-"

"what happened last night?" he cuts me off.

i figured he'd want to know so i'm not too surprised at his question, "you text me after midnight and you were drunk. i picked you up and brought you home."

"oh.. i'm sorry. you didn't have to do that," he starts to mess with his fingers, picking at the fingertips. i smile at the familiar nervous tick of his.

"i know but i wanted to. i should probably go now though. and please, next time if you're going to get drunk.. have friends with you. at least someone sober who can look after you and make sure you're safe," i basically lecture him.

i wish i hadn't because it means that i clearly still care about him and from the small smile on his lips, i know that he realizes that.

"what if the only person i want looking after me isn't exactly my biggest fan right now?" he asks, stepping closer to me.

"hmm i guess you just need to give it some time then," i bite my lip as i collect my things to leave.

"wait ariella. did i say anything stupid last night?" has asks worriedly.

i don't feel like repeating everything that he confessed so i simply reply with, "you only said what we both already knew."

he frowns, "oh i see."

for a brief moment, i can't help but wonder if he would have ever admitted to cheating on me if he hadn't been drunk. it's clear from his expression now that he's afraid of what he might have told me the night before.

"take care dani."

i walk to the door and open it slightly as he speaks up once more, "will i see you soon?"

his question makes me pause. i don't know how to reply. i don't know how to feel about everything.

noticing my silence he continues, "i'd really like to see you soon, ella."

deep down i want the exact same thing. which is probably what influences my response,

"okay. i'll text you."

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