~Funny Man

~Chapter 3

"Come on babe. They'll be here any minute," you say as you slip on your red heels.
"Alright! I'm coming, love!" Dylan yells from upstairs. He comes downstairs and gives you a kiss. Not a second later you hear the door bell ring. Danny and Teresa are at the door with a bottle of champagne. You made a lasagna for dinner and some rum cupcakes for dessert. You all finished dinner and you decided to put away the dishes and fetch the champagne to refill everyone's glasses. Danny then announced he'd help you since you were a wonderful hostess for the evening. "Oh no. I got that." He said as he grabbed the empty lasagna dish from you, accidentally touching your hand. He paused to look at you, but you kept cleaning up. The two of you went into the kitchen and rinsed the dishes, him putting them in the dishwasher after you'd rinsed them. You grabbed the champagne off the island in the center of the kitchen. You quickly spin around on your heel, causing you to trip a bit. Danny catches you and looks into your eyes. "Thanks," you say and attempt to stand back up but he won't let go. "You're gorgeous, you know that? You're amazing." Danny says, staring into your eyes still. With that he presses his lips hard on yours and you panic. You push him away, slightly slapping him. "Danny!" You whisper loudly. "No! This can't happen. I'm with Dylan, one of your best friends, and you're with Teresa, one of my closest friends."
"I know but...I'm sorry. I can't help it. I don't know what came over me. You're just so beautiful and perfect. I couldn't help it." You gasp in disbelief, turn and grab the cupcakes, leaving the champagne and Danny behind. You're still shaky and worried, debating inside your head whether you should tell Dylan and Teresa. "Hey babe. You feeling ok? You seem a bit shaky, everything alright?"
"Yes sweetheart. I'm fine. Just cold is all." Danny comes out with the champagne and for the rest of the evening he just stares at you. You avoid eye contact until they leave.
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"Dinner was great babe." Dylan says as he gets into bed.
"Thanks baby. Glad you enjoyed it." You reply, still thinking of the incident with Danny. You lay there all night, contemplating what to do. You shake in Dylan's arms as he holds you. You snuggle up against him even more for comfort, feeling his warmth and kiss his chest then his hand that you were holding. "I love you my darling." You whisper as you hear him snore. With that you close your eyes and drift to sleep.

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"Hey. I need to talk to you. Teresa is out of town for a few days to visit some friends so you don't have to worry about her knowing. Meet me at the bar around the corner in 30.
~Danny"
You put down the phone and decide to meet Danny. You put on a teal dress with matching heals, grab your purse and head out. You order a beer from the bartender and finish it quickly, still with no sign of Danny. You have a few shots of Vodka and Bacardi and he finally walks through the door. "Hey. Sorry I was late. Traffic."
"It's all good." You say, a bit mellowed out from the drinks.
"So umm...I needed to apologize for the other night. I shouldn't have kissed you. It was wrong. I'll admit, I do like you. A lot quite frankly, and you're always on my mind. I've been thinking about ending it with Teresa for some time now anyways."
You begin to feel confused and don't respond. You just order more shots and take them all in a row with 6 shots of Vodka and 7 of Bacardi and a beer already in your system.
"Ya know. I'm not that great," you begin to slur out to him,"look at me. I'm already almost drunk off a few shots. I'm a complete mess and haven't even told Dylan what happened. I feel like I'm lying to him."
"You're not a mess. You're beautiful and amazing. Honestly, I think I'm in love with you." He says as you finish off your last few shots. 5 minutes later you feel the need to vomit and run to the bathroom.
"Hey. You okay?" You hear Danny ask on the other side of the stall door.
"Don't come in. I'm a mess."
"I don't care. I'm coming in." He says. He gets in and holds your hair back, patting your back as you continue to vomit.
You finish and sigh. "I'm so sorry about all this. I'm tipsy and vomiting and you're stuck here with me."
"Don't be. I'm fine. I'm glad I'm just here with you."He says. "Come on. Let's get outta here. I'll take you back to mine so you can relax and so Dylan doesn't get suspicious as to why you're wasted."
"Thanks sweetie." You accidentally slur out. You get to his house and he lays you on the couch, taking off your heels and gets you a glass of water. He picks up your head, sits down and rests your head in his lap.
"God. You're so beautiful." He says, looking down at you. You drunkenly chuckle ,"Thanks. I don't think so though."
"You are. God. If you were mine you'd always feel loved. I'd tell you how beautiful you are every second of every day." He says, staring into your eyes. He leans down and kisses you, but this time you don't resist. The last thing you remember is sitting in his lap and continuing to kiss him, the rest is a blur.
"Good morning beautiful." You hear a voice say, but it wasn't Dylan's. You open your eyes and see an unfamiliar room and bed sheets.
"Oh god," you groan , "what have we done?"

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"It's okay babe. Nothing to be ashamed of. Last night was amazing. God. You're gorgeous."
You can't concentrate on what Danny's saying while trying to recall what happened. "What the fuck happened? Why the fuck am I here, naked in your bed, next to you?" You question him furiously.
"We made love baby. We made love, watched a movie and cuddled on the couch, then made love again." You stare blankly at him, not believing a word he says. "No. That's impossible. I love Dylan. He's my boyfriend. We live together. And Teresa, she's my best friend. I must be dreaming." You blurt out in hysteria. "Sweetie. Calm down. Breathe. It's okay. Come closer to me so I can hold you." You don't respond and jump out of the bed. You grab your clothes, get dressed in the bathroom, stumble to find your shoes and keys and leave quickly. "Oh god," you say to yourself as you drive home, "I'm a terrible person. What did I do! I have to tell Dylan right away. Oh god. I love him so much and don't want to lose him, but he deserves the truth." You think about the night before, only remembering vomiting in the bathroom and Danny holding back your hair. "Shit. This isn't going to end well." You say aloud to yourself as you walk to your front door, keys in hand. "Dylan..." You call out as you step into the front door. "Yes sweetie?" He responds from your bedroom upstairs. You drag yourself reluctantly up the stairs, not wanting to face the reality of what happened. "We need to talk..."