Just To See You Smile ~ Daniel Seavey WDW

seven

Daniel's Perspective:

I try not to sound too obvious about my newly discovered feelings as I type my answer quickly, already looking for the notification saying that she read it and is typing.

"Dear Juliana,

I'm not the fainting from tiredness type, but thanks for your concern. It feels good that someone looks after my health and well-being even from almost the other side of the world.

Oh so I met a fanfiction writer! What/who are you writing about? Is it maybe about one of the Why Don't We boys?... Haha I'm only joking. Though it'd be fun to read it. A story about us.

Anyway I bet it's awesome, whether my lovely self is in it or is not. (Only joking, again. I'm not lovely. I know, I'm hilarious when it's late at night, haha.)

Well, I'll try to send you some warmth through this message, though I'm not exactly sure it will actually arrive there through internet.

What about a movie watching video chat session sometime? We could choose the movie, and then press play at the same time while being in contact the whole time throughout our mobile phone screens? It'd be fun!

Good old milly rock. Since you're a fan, I think you know how much Corbyn loves milly rocking. One day I might organise a competition to see which one of you is better.

Yes! Don't waste your youth away! Live, and enjoy living!
God... why do I sound so cliché? Anyway I hope you got my point last time I preached about this.

You're right. I'd love to chat with my favs as well, it's just still a bit weird to think that I am that person to someone else. That I'm not just a regular guy singing around.

My favourite song to perform... Great question! It depends on the show, my mood, the audience, the tour, so like a lot of things. Since we haven't performed now for a while, I don't really know what to answer, but ask me later when I'll be on tour and I'll be glad to answer it.

Love, Daniel"

I reread the letter to make sure I don't sound like a total creep, and decide to change one paragraph to a little more solid one, and I type even more quickly, as fast as I can without making any typos.

What about a movie watching chat session sometime? We could choose the movie, and then press play at the same time while being in contact the whole time?

I read the new version again twice more and then I hit send before I can change my mind.

I'm just about to tap on her username to check her page (again) when one word suddenly gets in front of my eyes from the letter that I just sent, and I freeze, cold sweat running down my back as my mind is spinning with the overthinking it does about all the things she could think about me after reading it.

I didn't want to sound like a total creep, yet here I am.

Love.

I feel physical pain in my brain as I let the fact sink in that I really just sent her this instead of the normal 'yours' I always wrote before.

I'm such an idiot.

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Juliana's Perspective:

It doesn't take even 10 minutes for him to reply. I see my screen light up to show me the notification, but I have to wait for the right moment to check it, since the teacher's already in the classroom, trying to teach us.

When she hands out the questionnaire she assembled, I finish it quick as lightning, having the most perfect motivation to work fast. I stand up and walk to her desk to place it on the surface as I smile widely at her.

"What got you so cheery, Juliana?" She asks kindly.

"Nothing in particular, I'm just happy," I grin, turning on my heels to walk back and slump down on my chair.

The teacher smiles and starts reading my paper as I grab my phone silently and open Instagram to read Daniel's message.

My heart beats faster and faster, quickly getting out of control as my mind comprehends the words splattered across the screen.

If I weren't already completely in love with him, I'd fall for him hard now.

I always thought he was kind, funny and adorable but his letters duplicate everything I ever thought about him.  He's truly perfect.

When I reach the last few words, my heart skips a beat.

Love.

I quickly brush it away, knowing it doesn't mean anything. People often write it at the end of their letters without meaning the love love, it's nothing special.

I'm sure he didn't even notice he wrote that. It's just me overthinking.

Still, I sit there, glancing out the window, and I can't help but imagine how it would feel like if he truly meant it.

If someone loved me.

If someone like him loved me.

I shake my head trying to get these thoughts out as soon as possible before I'll make my heart shatter when realisation hits in, telling me that it'll never be true.

Instead of daydreaming I make myself busy starting to type my answer.

"Dear Daniel,

Normally I'd never tell you this, but since I consider us having a conversation anything but normal, I'm telling you now once and for all: yes, I do write about WDW. And yes, I do write about your lovely self (it is lovely, believe me haha).

Just by reading the word warmth made me warmer, so thank you.

Watching movies together? Hell yeah! Sounds fuuun! Let's do this. I'm all in to win over you in realising who's the bad guy first.

I'd never compete against Corbyn in milly rocking. He's the master of that. He's a pretty good dancer, he's got the sense of dancing in his blood and I could never beat that.

You don't sound cliché, it's cute you're so enthusiastically trying to make me live my life.

You really are a regular guy singing around, trust me. You're nothing special.

Haha I'm only joking. You truly are special. To a lot of fangirls, to your family and friends you are Something Different for sure. (How funny I am, aren't I?) I won't brag about you, maybe you don't like it when people do that. Or maybe I'll just do it another time. Anyway, just know that I mean it. You're one special human being.

Alright, I'll ask you later about your fav song to perform. Tell Me, when does tour start? I'll keep that in mind.

As you can see, I'm back with these preferences I oh-so love. I won't let our game fade away.

Love, Juliana"

I use the same ending as him, wondering that if he notices it, will he react something or will he simply leave it there like that?

I press send quickly, hoping he didn't drift off to sleep while I was busy texting back, putting away my phone as the teacher starts speaking about homework and few minutes later the bell rings, signalling the end of class.

I gather all my belongings and walk out the classroom to meet Melanie and head off to our next class, a rare one we have together.

.::the end of chapter seven::.