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Oww. My head was throbbing..i groaned slightly in pain, moving my hand to my head..it was dark and i felt like a sardine in a can. Oh wait..eyes closed.. When i opened them, i was under a desk- my nose just centimeters away from Harry's. I started to open my mouth to speak but he quickly placed his hand over my mouth and nose and put a finger to his lips- signalling me to stay quiet. I was confused. Why am i under a desk?...on Harry's lap? and WHY on earth does my head hurt so bad...
As Harry removed his hand from my mouth, convinced i wasnt going to yell out, i heard muffled voices yelling orders and suddenly memories started flooding back into my head....the bank...the robbers...the corner of the desk...
'Oh shit' i whispered.... Dougie was supposed to meet me here..what if he was out there!! I'd never forgive myself if anything ever happened to him..i started to panic..trying to decide whether to climb out from under the desk to look around for Dougie..I was searching for the answer in Harry's eyes but he was completely lost to the reason for my sudden panic attack...
BAM. A gun was fired.. already scared, the loud nose made my body jolt and i tightened my grip around Harry. I could feel tears stinging in my eyes..I couldn't believe this was happening... i was scared- scared for myself, for Harry, but most importantly for Dougie.. because i had NO IDEA where he was. Harry saw me getting upset and shook his head at me, as if he was trying to tell me not to worry..that we'd be okay..he tightened his hold on me as i rested my head against his chest and silently began to cry, waiting for all of this to be over....
Harry's P.O.V.
After being under the desk clutching Andrea's body to myself for a couple of minutes, she starting to come around. I had had my eyes closed, trying to block out the sounds coming from the bank when i heard her wimper and felt her starting to stir. My eyes shot open just as hers began to flicker. She looked around, obviously confused and as she opened her mouth to begin to speak, i quickly covered it with hand. 'SH!' i motioned to her. She just stared at me for a few minutes, completely dumbstruck....then her face got serious, and i could tell she was concentrating on remembering what happened.. once she realized we were in the middle of a bank robbery, she must have started to get scared, cuz she starting breathing really heavily and her eyes filled up with tears. I tried to motion to her that it'd be okay..she rested her head on my chest and started to cry... i felt completely helpless..all i could do was stay hiding underneath the desk, trying to comfort her and hope that it would end soon.
Dougie's P.O.V.
I overheard policemen talking about the burglars holding hostages and demanding a helicopter...no one seemed to notice me sitting on the sidewalk outside the entrance of the bank..it was like i was invisible. I thought about Andrea..why am i sitting here, practically having a coronary when i dont even know if shes in there..I took out my phone..maybe i should text her.. i opened a message and typed 'A. where are you? D.' I sat staring at the screen, my finger on the send button, unsure of whether it was a good idea or not....
Andrea's P.O.V.
After probably a half an hour, it sounded like the burglars had moved everyone out of the front room where Harry and I were hiding...they probably locked them in the safe or something.. whatever they did, i could tell the hostages weren't in the lobby anymore by the way the robbers were talking..they were using first names and discussing their plan of action casually... One of them sounded like he was on the phone with the police, he was yelling that he wanted a helicopter or he'd start shooting more people...
Seconds later, i heard a loud, muffled version of 'Eddies Song' by Son of Dork playing nearby. 'Shit' i whispered loudly..as i tried to manuever my hand down to my jeans pocket where my cell phone was. I got my hand to the edge of my pocket when the chair hiding us came flying away from the desk and a pool of light came flooding into our hiding spot, revealing me and Harry to one of the burglars. He roughly grabbed my arm and pulled me out from under the desk, consequently pulling Harry out as well, since our bodies were tangled around each other. As we fell onto the floor, Harry grabbed my hand and held it tight in his. The man standing above us yelled for me to stand up. Frozen in shock and fear, i couldnt move a muscle. He grabbed me from under my arm and yanked me up..HARD. As he pulled me off the ground, Harry also found his way to his feet. I felt pins and needles rushing through my legs. I had been curled up in a ball for so long, i had lost all feeling in them. As soon as the burglar let go of me, i fell to the floor again, unable to keep my balance on my shakey legs. Growing impacient, he cocked his gun and pointed it at me.
"WAIT" Harry shouted. His outburst shocked me. "I have a helicopter" he said in a much quieter tone. The burglars looked at him, then back to each other. I was just as stunned with his response. I had to remind myself, i just met this boy and knew nothing about him..it seemed like forever since this morning at the diner, but in reality it was only a couple of hours. The man with the gun pointed at me put it down and folded his arms, waiting for an explaination....
Chapter Twelve.
Harry's P.O.V.
As the burglar's patience was running out, he cocked his gun and pointed it at Andrea. I had to do something. "WAIT." I yelled. I think my sudden outburst shocked them. Infact, it shocked me..it felt like i was watching this all happen..i was watching myself from a distant corner of the bank yell at the three men with guns, trying to save a girl I practically just met. They looked at me.. waiting for an explanation. "I have a helicopter" i replied. The robbers exchanged looks, probably trying to figure out if i was lying or not. They lowered their guns though, and looked to me for details.
Andrea's face looked stunned, yet relieved. I was glad.
"My dad.." i started "he's a helicopter pilot." I looked up at the large man with the gun at his side. He stroked his chin, deep in thought... "can you get him here?" he said without looking at me.
"Yeah..definately..as long as you let us..." i paused, thinking about all the other people that were in the bank earlier... "let everyone else but me go until he gets here." I gulped.
They thought about it for a minute or two. "No" one of them said. He was the one on the phone earlier, arguing with the police. I recognized his voice. "We'll keep five people...including you two.. can you agree to that?" He asked me. I nodded and he grabbed me by the arm and led me to the teller's desk and handed me the phone, his free hand tightly gripping the gun, making sure to keep it pointed in my direction.
I took a deep breath and turned around to see Andrea's expression of concern. I picked up the phone and began to dial....
'Dad..hi..i need a favor.' i said into the mouthpiece.
'Hey son..sure what is it? I hope you're at home son...theres a bank robbery in town..your mother will be worried sick if she doesnt know where you are..' he responded. Oh man... brace yourself..
'Dad...im IN the bank..' i replied.
'WHAT? Are you okay? Whats going on in there?' he asked.
'Dad..dad..calm down..im fine..we're fine.." i said, looking back to Andrea.. 'they want a helicopter to escape though dad...or there gonna start shooting people..' i waited, hoping to God that he'd agree to do it.
'Okay..okay i'll do it. But so help me if they've touched a hair on your head!' He began to raise his voice..i rolled my eyes..
After I hung up the phone, i turned to the burglars.
"okay...hes coming." i said. They smirked amongst themselves.. "GOOD."
While we waited, they let everyone go out the front doors except me, Andrea, the owner of the bank, and two tellers...we waited, huddled in the back room. When the three burglars came back in, they told us the helicopter was here and we had to get up and walk with them outside....
I took a deep breath and nodded at Andrea...this was almost over...
Dougie's P.O.V.
Sitting on the sidewalk, staring at my phone...no response. 'Shit' i said outloud...now i REALLY started to panic. What if she was unconscious...or worse? I pulled at the roots of my hair, struggling for an answer to all of this, when i heard yells and feet nearby. I looked up..people were rushing out of the bank with their hands on their heads....bankers, customers...mothers with children. I jumped to my feet...scanning the crowd. "ANDREA?"....no response...i called her name again... My sudden outburst didnt help me find Andrea....it just help a policeman find ME. "YOU!" he yelled.. i spun around..."You need to get back" he told me, grabbing me by the elbow to 'lead me to safety.'
Some of the freed hostages were yelling, saying there were still others in there with the robbers. When the policeman let go of my arm, I walked around, trying to find an opening in the road blocks...if she was coming out anytime soon...i wanted to be there. I HAD to be there..
Andrea's P.O.V.
After Harry explained about his father's helicopter and called him, the robbers let everyone except me, him, and three other bank employees go. They told us to wait in the back room- which was really a safe. This was maybe the second time Harry saved my life today... i was so grateful to him, but remained silent..and waited.
When they came back, they said the helicopter was here and we had to walk outside with them. 'Shields' i thought. I was scared...what if the cops shot at them and hit one of us instead? I looked at Harry and he just nodded...telling me to go with them. They told us to put our hands on our heads and walk. One of them wrapped his arm around my neck and pointed his gun at my head. The other hostages were in similar positions. We walked out the front door and the man practically choking me to death yelled "EVERYONE BACK OR I SHOOT." The crowd of policemen backed away and lowered their weapons and as we continued walking, the man continued yelling his threat. "I MEAN IT, EVERYONE BACK AND GUNS DOWN OR I SHOOT." He had the barrel rested against my temple. I had tears streaming down my face..praying no one moved.
"LET HER GO." i heard a familiar voice and footsteps running towards me from the direction of the crowd. In one quick movement, the man with the gun to my head turned and fired. I turned my head to see what happened.... i screamed. It was Dougie..
Chapter Thirteen.
Dougie's P.O.V.
When i saw the men come out with hostages...i looked at each hostage..desperate to find Andrea...maybe she had come and gone before they even got here? Wouldn't i feel silly THEN. She's probably at home in front of the tv, her cell phone upstairs or someth... Shit. Then i saw her. The man yelling into the crowd had his arm around her neck..pushing her infront of him towards the helicopter, his gun to her head. I flipped.
"LET HER GO." I was so mad. I started running towards them. I have no idea what came over me... this didnt make any sense..he had a gun.. he could have shot her! but i wasnt thinking.. i was like a bull attracted to a red cape..i had to reach her. About halfway there, the man spun around and shot in my direction. I froze, gasping, pain shooting through my entire chest and arms. My knees buckled and i fell onto my bum, then backwards onto my back. I just laid there...thankful it was me and not her...'stupid..stupid..stupid..' i thought to myself, trying not to concentrate on the pain.
I heard a scream. It was Andrea's.. what have i done?
Harry's P.O.V.
About halfway to the helicopter, some loonie jumped out and yelled at the man holding Andrea. Odd? I wonder if thats her boyfriend...? The robber spun around and shot him. I grimaced. She screamed. They continued dragging us towards the helicopter...the one holding Andrea was practically wrestling with her as she continued screaming, trying to run to the bleeding boy on the ground. The second they got inside..and let go of us, we all ran from the site, behind the protective police men...but Andrea avoided the arms of the cops and ran towards the boy..kneeling by his side. As the robbers ascended, my dad grabbed me and pulled me into a hug..thankful i was alive...I was thankful he came...
Everyone looked on quietly as Andrea knelt over the strawberry-blonde haired boy. She was crying, speaking to him softly as paramedics lifted him onto a gurney.
Andrea's P.O.V.
I fought with the robber as he tried to pull me towards the helicopter and away from Dougie. I didnt care what happened to me anymore..i had to make sure he was okay..
The second he let go of me, i dodged the arms of police officers, reaching out to pull me to safety..i ran to Dougie's side..
I kneeled down by him..i ran my fingers through his soft blonde, floppy hair..
"Dougie..what were you thinking?!" i said softly..sniffling.
"I was scared.." he said weakly. "I love you."
I stood as they lifted him onto the stretcher and stood watching as they wheeled him towards the ambulance..
He loved me? What'd he mean?...Just as a friend or something more? I was so scared about what was gonna happen to him..it was like someone put a boulder on my chest...every breath seemed to take more energy as i began to worry more...
Right before the ambulance shut its doors, i ran over yelling "WAIT"..the paramedic looked at me... waiting for an explanation why i was holding them up. "Let me come with him.." i pleaded... "are you in his immediate family?" she asked.. "PLEASE" i begged. She nervously looked around and nodded, opening the doors for me to step in.
Since there were no windows in the cab of the ambulance, the room was considerably darker than the sunny September afternoon outside. The woman paramedic that let me in closed the door behind me. There was man paramedic putting an I.V. into Dougie's arm. He was shirtless and had a blood soaked bandage wrapped around his chest and left shoulder. When the man finished with Dougie's arm..he took a step back and let me approach him. I stepped closer to him, gently running my fingers up his stomach to his chest. Poor Dougie. I couldnt' believe this. I sniffled. He reached up with his right arm and took my hand and smiled at me. The paramedics told me id have to find a place to sit..that we were about to leave for the hospital. I nodded and walked around the head of the stretcher and sat on a small stool, facing the top of Dougie's head..his hand still in mine. With my free hand, i ran my fingers through his hair and stroked his scalp. This was all my fault. My best friend is lying in a stretcher on the way to the hospital because i asked him to meet me at the bank. If only i hadn't left work early. Five minutes later...none of this would have happened.
We rode to the hospital in silence. When we got there, they unloaded the stretcher from the ambulance. I never let go of his hand. We walked through the large double doors and down winding hallways...the paramedics telling several doctors what happened as we walked.
We got to a door that said "ER" above it. One of the doctors turned to me.."sorry hun..this is as far as you can go.."
Dougie looked at me and shrugged.. i nodded to the doctor. I let go of his hand and they began wheeling him away...i stood there like a statue..not sure of where to go now. "Wait!" They slowed down but continued moving and Dougie turned his head around to see me.. i mouthed 'i love you too'...he smiled as the doors swung closed.
Chapter Fourteen.
Andrea's P.O.V.
While Dougie was in surgery to remove the bullet from his shoulder, I went into the waiting room at the hospital and searched around for a magazine to read....i flipped through a large stack on the coffee table.. crap..all crap. I dont want to read 'Parent's Magazine' or 'New Home Decor'...
I gave up searching, pulled my hoodie up over my head, and curled up in a ball on the couch..trying to get some rest. I had my eyes closed for only a few minutes when i heard someone rush into the room and a familiar voice talk to one of the ladies behind the nurse's desk.
"Hi. I'm here to see Dougie Poynter..im his mother." I pulled my hood off and turned around. "MRS.P!" I shouted. "Andrea!" she called back, rushing over to hug me. "I heard about the robbery...then got a phone call from the hospital..are you okay?" I nodded..glad to see a familiar face. "We haven't been here long..i came in the ambulance with Doug." She nodded, a worried expression across her face. "He's okay." i lied. I didnt know anymore than she did..but I knew how she must be feeling and wanted to make it better. "Is your mother here?" she asked. I paused. In everything that had happened..i completely forgot to call my mom! She's probably at home, getting ready for work..not suspecting anything's wrong. "I completely forgot!" i said, as i pulled out my cell phone and dialed home. It rang three times..and the answering machine picked up. "She's not home...shes probably already on her way here.." just as i finished saying that..my mom walked through the doors and starting taking off her sweater when she noticed me and Mrs. P staring at her.
"ANDREA?" she said shocked, rushing over.."what are you doing here honey?" she began examining my body..making sure i wasnt bleeding from anywhere or missing any limbs.
"Mom..mom..stop..im fine.." i said "its Dougie." She looked concerned...and looked to Mrs. P, then back to me.. "what happened?" she asked..
"We were at the bank...during the heist.." i started..
My mom gasped, covering her mouth..beginning to cry.."Oh my God...." she replied as she pulled me into a hug...
A doctor came out during all of this and said Dougie was recovering in one of the hospital rooms. I let Mrs. Poynter go in first..so she could talk to her son alone..while i explained everything that happened to my incredibly worked up mother.
Probably about 20 minutes later..Mrs. P came back out and asked if i wanted to go see him. I nodded and my mom let go of her death grip on me. FINALLY i could breathe again. I walked down the hallway and into a room a nurse led me to. I walked in, and turned to watch the nurse close the door behind me..leaving just me and him in the room. I turned back to face him. He was laying in the bed, with only a hospital gown and a blanket on him, fiddling with his fingers nervously. I walked over to the bed, sat down and faced the wall...staring at its emptyness. It seemed even more muted and lifeless than your everyday white wall. We sat there in silence for a couple of minutes until i felt his hand on my back. I turned around to look at him, tears now in my eyes.
"This is all my fault..." i cried as i wiped away the tears streaming down my face.. he giggled. I didnt understand... "dont be ridiculous.." he said "you couldn't possibly have known that would happen.." I nodded, understanding where he was coming from... I still felt responsible though.. HE was the one laying in the hospital bed..and in one sense or another..i was the one that put him there. He lifted the blanket and scooted to one side of the hospital bed..I kicked off my shoes, climbed in under the blanket with him and wrapped my arms around his waist. In that second, i never wanted to leave him again.
Dougie's P.O.V.
After my mum's visit, consisting of yelling, tears and way too many hugs and kisses..Andrea came in. I was both in anxiety and dread for her visit. She came in and sat on the edge of my bed..staring at the wall. I didnt say anything. I just sat...and watched.
I searched for the words i wanted to speak. I wanted to tell her i loved her..that it wasnt her fault..and that taking a bullet for her was well worth it...but i didnt... I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. I reached up and touched her back, breaking her trance on the wall. She turned to me, tears streaming down her face... trying to convince me this was HER fault. I laughed. It was my stupid, impulsiveness that got me here...not her.
I used my good arm to prop myself up and scoot my body to the far side of the bed. I lifted the blanket and offered a spot for her to lay down with me. She climed in and wrapped her arms around me...I'd take a bullet everyday for the rest of my life if it meant we could stay like this forever...
Chapter Fifteen.
Andrea's P.O.V.
Even thought visiting hours were over, i got to stay overnight with Dougie...my mom being head nurse and all. She came in around 10, with a man nurse helping her, carrying in one of the WAY uncomfortable-wooden armed couches from the waiting room. I was still in the hospital bed with Dougie and we were watching MTV.
"Andrea, hun, you cant sleep there tonight." she said, after i asked what she was doing. "Why not?" I said frowning. "Cuz that bed is not meant for two people..and you dont want to roll over and hurt him during the night." I looked back to Dougie's shoulder...for a while i had completely forgotten about everything that happened earlier today. I nodded to my mom "i'll move later...promise." Satisfied with my answer, she left the room, and we went back to the tv.
Finally, i turned back to Dougie. "Let me do something for you...."
Dougie's P.O.V.
We were laying down in my hospital bed watching tv when Andrea sparked up and turned to me, as if she had just come up with some mastermind plan or something. "Let me do something for you" she said. "huh?" i was confused. What'd she mean? "uh..what?" i asked.. not getting it. She sighed, looking anxiously around the room..."i feel bad..let me do something to cheer you up.." Still not seeing the full picture..i asked "like...what?"
"I dunno..anything you want..name it." She said, smiling at me.
Shit. Big decision Doug. I wanted so bad to say, 'kiss me', pull her close and pasionately embrace her...but at the same time..she was feeling guilty..and i wanted a meaningful kiss...not a pity one. Not to mention, i still had no idea if she only saw me as a friend..the last thing i wanted was to disgust her by doing something bold, and make everything awkward. I searched my mind for an answer... I decided to be vague..and tell her i couldn't think of anything at the moment...secretely hoping she wanted the same thing i wanted...
"There must be something you want!" she urged...waiting for my response.
"Uhh..no..nothing comes to mind....you have any ideas?" i asked.
She sighed. "No."
'Dammit.' i thought. I guess were back to where we were... best friends and nothing more. Depressed, i turned my attention back to the tv.
Andrea's P.O.V.
"There must be something you want!" i laughed...as Dougie came up short on ideas.
"Uhh..no..nothing comes to mind....you have any ideas?" he asked. I sighed. "No." i frowned. I laid back down against Dougie...wondering about what he meant earlier when he said 'i love you.' I mean..he's been my bestfriend since i was practically still in diapers... but its the first time he's ever said it. I guess it's simply because he had a bullet in his shoulder and thought it'd be the last thing he ever say to me. I furrowed my eyebrows..thinking. I wish boys came with an instruction booklet!
Around 1 a.m. i yawned..and decided it was time to hit the hay. I sat up, smiled at Dougie and started to pull the covers off me in order to get out of the bed.
"Where you going?" he asked.
"You heard my mom.." i answered. He frowned. "So?"
"So..i dont want to hurt you during the night" i replied. "Go to sleep..i'll be here in the morning..."
I climbed out of the hospital bed and started setting up the couch... a pillow and a few blankets were folded on the cushion. I put the pillow at one end and spread the blankets out. I unbuttoned and pulled my jeans off before climbing under the covers in my underware. I tucked myself in and made myself comfortable...laying on my side facing Dougie...he was looking at me.
"Promise?" he asked.
"Promise what..." i replied.
"Promise you wont be gone in the morning when i wake up?"
I giggled. "I promise Doug." Satisfied with my answer, he reached up and clicked the light off. I sleepily drifted into dreamland....
The next morning, sunlight was pouring through the window into Dougie's hospital room. I rubbed my eyes and looked around the room. Dougie was still asleep. I smiled. I propped myself up and watched him, biting my lip. He looked so peaceful sleeping...i almost wanted to hold my breath, afraid my breathing would cause him to stir, ruining the moment.
Several minutes later, he took a deep breath and stretched...opening his eyes..looking over to my couch-bed. I smiled. "Morning sunshine. I told you i'd be here when you woke up!" He laughed. "I'm gonna go hunt us down some breakfast though..okay? ..see if i cant find you a gourmet meal." I told him..as i pulled the covers off my body and pulled on my jeans, which were in a heap at the foot of his bed. He nodded and watched me. It was a little more uncomfortable than the night before. Last night, it was dark and we were both half asleep when i was walking around his hospital room half naked. Now...it was morning.. bright from the sunlight..and there was no hiding my bright pink Hello Kitty underwear. I opened the door and walked out into the hallway. My mom was at the nurses' desk.
"Morning hun." she said. "i'm glad your up..my shift's almost over.. you want me to go get anything for breakfast and bring it back for you two? She asked."
"Nah. I'm just gonna raid the cafeteria...see if i can find anything good. I'm gonna hang out here with Dougie today..thats okay right?" I asked, as she pulled her sweater over her head and grabbed her purse to leave.
"Of course honey. Be good." She kissed my forehead and walked towards the elevators to leave.
I wandered the hallways a little, exploring the hospital. My mom had worked here all my life, but I had never really been inside before. I walked around...found a stairwell and decided to walk down the three floors to the cafeteria. When i got down there, i asked one of the ladies working there if they had any pancakes.
"Of course darling!" She said cheerily. "Buttermilk, chocolate, plain, or blueberry?"
I smiled..thinking. "Two chocolate, two buttermilk."
I took a seat at the counter..waiting for her to return. She came back with two plates, two forks, and two small juice-boxes- orange juice. I smiled, pulling a few bills out of my jean pocket to pay her. She handed me the change, i shoved it back in my pocket..and strategized about how i could carry these upstairs to Dougie's room. I put the forks on the plates, tucked under the pancakes, wedged the juice boxes under my arms, and grabbed a plate in each hand.
I decided the elevator would be a better idea than walking up three flights of stairs with my arms full like this. I got to the elevator and pushed the button with the back of my wrist.
The doors opened and i walked inside. This was the trickey part...trying to push the "4" button..which seemed to be wedged in the corner of the elevator...impossible to reach with the plates in my hand. I struggled to push it with anything....my elbow, my knee..nothing seemed to work. As the doors were closing, a hand reached in and activated the sensors, sending them open again. None other than Danny and Tom walked into that elevator. I scoffed.
"What are you two doing here?" I asked rudely.
"We heard about Dougie." said Danny. Tom then butted in "We wanted to come visit him and wish him well. What floor is he on?"
"Fourth." I replied. "i'm heading there now." i said, motioning to the plates of pancakes in my arms.
We got to the fourth floor and i walked out, leading the way to Dougie's room. When i got there, i walked in and sat down on his bed next to him, handing him a plate and orange juice. "Thanks..looks great" he said. "You have visitors" i said...
Dougie's P.O.V.
Andrea placed a hot plate of chocolate chip pancakes on my lap along with a juice box filled with orange juice. I thanked her. I was starving.
"you have visitors" she said. I looked up. Danny and Tom were standing by the door of my room, peeking in. When i looked up and noticed them, they walked in...as if that was an invitation. I wonder how they heard?
"Uh..hi" i said. "What...what are you doing here?" i started.
"We heard about what happened...to you.." Tom explained. "We wanted to come and see if you were okay....and wish you well..." He smiled softly. Tom was a nice guy. I could tell.. Danny..well.. i think Danny was an idiot for giving up Andrea..but at the same time i was grateful... I smiled, welcomingly, at the two of them. "Have a seat" i said...they sat on the couch Andrea slept on last night and we all started small talking...
Turns out i was on the news! The bank robbery made headline news... and the newscaster stated that the only person injured during the hold up was 'a young teenage boy by the name of Dougie Poynter..who is currently being treated at St. Joseph's Hospital.' SWEET. I made news!
Andrea's P.O.V.
I was listening to Danny and Tom tell Dougie about how he made the news...and that's how they heard about the accident. I had finished my pancakes...so had Dougie. I took the plates and put them on a table at the end of his bed and walked out into the hallway to find a restroom.
"Be right back boys.. bathroom break" i said..
I had gotten about 20 feet down the hall when Danny came running after me.
"Andrea..hold up." I turned around. "Yeah?"
"Can we talk real quick?" He pleaded. 'WHY NOT' i thought...i'll give the kid his chance to explain Friday Night.
"Sure..shoot" i said..crossing my arms, leaning against the wall. "About the dance...i dont know what came over me.. I shouldn't have ditched you like that...I just got the feeling you and Dougie were a thing..." I nodded. Silence. I wonder why he thought that me and Dougie were together? "I see the way he looks at you Andrea" Danny whispered. I furrowed my eyebrows... Did Danny know something i didnt?...
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