Just To See You Smile ~ Daniel Seavey WDW

nine

Juliana's Perspective:

I go to school the next week in the new merch I have, every day a different one Daniel sent me.

I'm smiling all the time.

"How did you get merch?" Melanie asks with a shocked look on her face the first time she sees me in one.

"I got it yesterday," I say, trying to avoid giving an absolutely honest answer to the question. I want to keep it a secret for as long as I can.

"Stop diverting the subject. Answer."

She knows me too well. I grab her arm and pull her towards a quiet, empty space in the school corridor.

"Daniel sent me." I whisper, then watch as her jaw drops, lips forming an O.

"Who did what?!" Mel exclaims.

"Shhhh, please, stay quiet!" I'm quick to put a palm against her mouth. "Who knows who's a fan of them in this school?"

"Daniel Seavey sent you merch?!" She keeps exclaiming, but thank God she does it way more silent.

"He did," a smile forms on my face, hearing the sentence my mind keeps on repeating since yesterday.

"But... why?" She can't truly comprehend what I just said, and who can blame her? 'Cause I can't, considering that I reacted almost the exact same way.

"I don't know," I reply, trying to form my chaotic thoughts into real words. "Maybe he feels sorry for me not being able to go to any of their shows and want to compensate it."

"I can't go to their shows as well, where's my package?" Melanie raises her eyebrow.

"I don't know..."

"I mean, it's obvious there's something suspicious going on. I just can't figure out yet what it is," she stays silent for a few moments before holding her arm out towards me with one swift motion. "Give me your phone."

I'm just about ask her why when the bell rings. I wait for it to go out before sending her a kiss. "I have to go to class, see you later."

"You can't run away from me!" She shouts after me, going on her separate way.

She keeps her promise and finds me just as I walk out of class, ready for the well-deserved lunch break.

"Give me your phone!" Mel repeats herself.

"What do you want?" I shake my head with a laugh.

"Your private dms. With him."

"It's called private for a reason, you know. It means it's my business, not yours."

"Please, Jules, don't act like we don't share everything with each other."

"Alright, alright. But not here." I walk towards the gym and sit on a seat up so high that we're hard to notice. I pull my phone out and open Instagram.

"Here," I say, letting her read our messages.

She examines them quietly for about ten minutes before placing the device down on her thigh.

"He likes you. More than a fan, more than a friend. It's so obvious," she says.

"What? No, he doesn't." I reply in an instant, eyebrows furrowing.

"Oh my god, Jules. He does. Look what he wrote. Girl, open your eyes."

I'm just about to say something back to her before I remember Jonah's note on the signed paper.