"Isn't it amazing, how almost every line on our hands align? When your hand's in mine. It's like I'm whole again, isn't that a sign? I should speak my mind," ~Daniel Seavey, 8 Letters
I'm not sure where I am at the moment.
Not in my apartment. Not at my parent's.
On a chair. Sideways. Facing a screen. Utterly comfortable. Warm. I'm on someone's lap for sure.
I look up.
Daniel Frickin' Seavey is looking down at me.
"Hi," I whisper.
"Hello," he smiles.
His whi—blonde hair is sort of messy. It's cute.
Was I asleep? For how long? How far is the movie? I don't usually fall asleep during movies, right?
"Are you okay?" Daniel asks.
He's holding me close. I press my face closer to his chest.
"I'm fine. Was I sleeping?" I ask.
"Yeah. It was cute," he grins.
Bzzz.
I try to get my phone from my butt pocket.
I see a text from Nik as soon as I open my phone. On the group chat.
I look at her. She and Hayhay are smirking at me.
I look at the text.
Nik: How's ur bf?
Um? I have no boyfriend.
Max: i have no idea wat ur talking bot.
Hayhay: seavey...
I instantly turn red.
"Is everything okay, baby?" Daniel asks.
Baby?
I look down in embarrassment. "Uh-huh."
"What's up?"
"They're texting me," I look at my friends, showing him my phone.
He smiles. "That's nice."
"Nice..." I mutter.
I put my phone on the table in front of Daniel, then snuggle back to him.
"Still tired?" He asks.
I try to nod my head.
It takes way too much effort to do that.
He chuckles. "Sleep tight."
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