Just To See You Smile ~ Daniel Seavey WDW

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Daniel's Perspective:

When I first read the sentence "you're nothing special", my heart stops beating for a second. It hurts. But as my eyes move to the next line and I realise she was only joking, my smile is back again, heart beating swiftly.

My happiness only lasts for a couple moments, 'cause then I reach the part when she wrote "it's cute", and thoughts start swirling in my mind wondering what she meant?

Am I cute? Or is it just the thing I wrote? And if what I wrote is the cute thing, does that make me cute? I mean, I wrote it.

For a few minutes I'm in a debate with myself trying to come to a decision but it doesn't seem like I can.

Reading more of her letter, I soon reach the end, and my heart skips a beat.

She writes love as well. Does this mean she noticed me changing how I usually end my letters? Does this mean she realised what I'm feeling, and only a little bit after I did? Does this mean she feels like that too?

These thoughts swirl inside my mind nonstop as I read her reply again and again.

Before I start typing my answer, I shoot a quick glance at the time only to realise that it's already 2 am. Weirdly I still don't feel even a little bit tired or sleepy, maybe it's the adrenaline-like thing pumping in my veins.

"Dear Juliana,

Sorry to let you down, but I'm quite sure I'd win that guessing the protagonist game. I'm an expert.

Though you'd be able to compete against Corbyn. Trust me he can lose at times, even if it seems like he can't. Maybe I'll get him drunk or give him a sleep pill so he'll be tired af before the competition and then it's a simple win.

I'm not serious. I guess you wouldn't want to win in an unfair way and I can only agree to that.

Tour starts in three days! Crazy, huh? I'm so excited to be on road again. And that way I'll have way more interesting stories to tell you about, successfully avoiding boring you to death.

How's school? I hope I'm not distracting too much.

Love, Daniel"

I write it more confidently this time, knowing that she won't freak out. Or maybe she will but not enough to show it to me. If she wrote it back, then I consider it an okay thing to do.

I spend the following minutes just laying in my bed, staring at the ceiling, letting my mind wander about this girl and the weird feeling that I'm feeling towards her, this almost complete stranger, just like I always do these days.

I don't even notice myself drifting off to sleep until the next morning when my eyes open to see the morning light shining in from outside the window, as I'm laying in bed in the exact same position, my clothes that weren't planned to be slept in uncomfortably creased and my phone laying next to my head.

I glance at the time only to see that it's already 8.30, making me let out a horrified grunt.

With one swift motion I open Instagram, catching sight of two new messages from her.

"Dear Daniel,

No, you're right, I wouldn't want to win in an unfair way. But maybe we can convince me to try myself out and compete against him one day.

Can't wait for the new videos and photos from the new tour, it helps me feel a little closer to you guys. As if I'm really at a WDW concert, even though I know that I'm not.