Chapter Twelve

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Chapter 12 – Party.

There’s some YouTuber party today. I don’t know why their having it now, but Christian is dragging me to it.

“Do I have to go?” I started complaining. “Can’t I just stay here and be a lazy butt?”

“Nope, you’re coming with me.”

“Ughhh loser.”

“Come on lazy.” Christian pulled me up, and wrapped his arms around me. “Danielle.” His voice got soft. “I love you.” I had the biggest smile. I thought of the time when he messaged me on Tumblr “I LOVE YOU.”

“I love you too Christian.” Christian grabbed my wrist and kissed it.

“Remember when you told me you were fifty-one days clean a few years ago?” I smiled. He remembered.

“Of course.”

“I’m glad you’ve stayed strong for this long.” I couldn’t help but the tear up. I’ve been clean for Christian. I promised him I wouldn’t cut anymore. And I didn’t.  “I’m proud of you.” Christian leaned down to kiss me. He actually was proud of me when he told me. And that fact that he remembered that from years ago. “Danielle, I love you.” We kissed again. “Now if you wear make-up to this party, I’m deleting your Furret.”

“Way to kill the moment.” I teased. “You touch my Furret I will cut you.”

“Naaaaa.” I glared at him.

“Don’t mock me.”

“Naaaa.” I playfully slapped him.

“Alright, are you ready?”

“Yes, I’m ready to go be lazy.”

“You’re going to this party.” I made awkward noises at him. We waited for Damon to come and pick us up. There Matt was.

“AYE MATT.”

“AYE DANIELLE.”

“Aye Matt, I want to go be lazy aye.”

“Aye Danielle me too aye.” Damon and Christian laughed at us. We arrived and I instantly felt like an outcast. Everyone knew each other and I was just standing there besides Christian not saying anything being unnoticed.

Hours have passed and I just stood next to Christian following him the whole time, not saying anything.

“Danielle, you’re so quiet, what’s wrong.”

“I don’t know anyone, and I feel like a lost puppy.“

“I’m sorry.” Christian hugged me. “Matt and Damon really wanted me to go, and I didn’t want you stuck in a hotel for hours.”

“What do you mean, hours?”

“It ends at twelve.” I slowly laid down on the ground.

“Fuck this, I’m a cucumber.” Christian laughed.

“What is your girlfriend doing?”

“She’s a cucumber.”

“Christian, I’m starting to think she has mental issues.”

“HEY.” I glared at him. I didn’t know who Christian was talking to or who him was.

It was finally over. Christian and I where talking in our hotel.

“Christian, we only have a week left.” I wanted to cry.

“I know.” Christian hugged me. He seemed fine, happy. Was he glad we’re going? Well leaving the hotel I understand, but being far away from each other. I felt worse. I curled up into a ball and went to sleep.

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