Jerk, Sophomore, Howell. (Dan Howell X Reader)

Ch. 34 - Care

"And your parents?"

"They weren't worried," you shrug, turning the corner, stopping between you and Dan's home. "I really hope I make him happy. I care about him."

"I'm sure you do. Just be careful."

"Don't worry— oh! We're doing a fairy tale play, I have two scenes with Dan, and he's so excited, he got Christopher Robbin from Winnie the Pooh."

"Awe, well that fits him well," Philip agrees. "I gotta get home. See ya in a bit."

"Ciao," you say your goodbye and walk to your front door, opening it to an empty home.

Getting to the sofa, you plop your body down, going through your phone. Having your homework finished and being in your home alone gave you the feeling of boredom. You couldn't get Philip, he was busy.

I guess I could contact Dan, you think to yourself.
but I don't want to interrupt him and make him think I'm clingy.

Getting to the text messages on your phone, you click on Dan's icon. You've had his number ever since you've been going to his house, but never really used it.

"Hey, boo," you type, thinking of sending it or not. Deleting it, you type something different. "Sup."

Really? Sup? You're his girlfriend, not his bro.

"Hi Dan." After debating with yourself to see if this was a good message or not, you shrug and send it. After your heart beating quickly from the sudden fear of odd messages, you get a new text.

Daniel Howell

-open the fking door I'm freezing out here ik ur home ya dick

"So much for trying to be a good girlfriend," you say to yourself, walking to your front door.

Opening it, you become frightened from the sudden feeling of soft lips pressing against yours. Knowing they were Dan's, you kiss back. Hands reaching your jaw, the kiss was pulled away, revealing Daniels' pink, swollen, lips; curved into a large smile. "God, you're so warm," he whispers.

"And hello to you too," you invite him in.

"Is anyone home," He asked, sitting nicely onto your couch.

"Besides us, no," you answer, closing the door and sitting beside him. "Why?"

"Because," he shouts, getting out his iPod and pressing it numerous of times. "We're going to be bored as hell together!"

Confused, you question him. "How'd you know I was bored?"

"Phil messaged me and told me you might be dying. I asked why and he said of boredom." He clicks the up volume of the electronic all the way up and sets it down, playing a song with one last click of a button.

'The Black Parade - My Chemical Romance'

As the intro begins, Dan's face droops dramatically.

"When I was... a young boy..." he began to lip sync. Laughing at his actions, you join in.

"To see a marching band!... He said will you!... Defeat them!... Your demons!... and all your non-believers, the plans that they have made!"

You both shouted, falling back onto the sofa. Dan lowers the volume a bit, just enough to the point where you can still hear it. You feel a warm palm overcome yours as it grasps onto you.

"Can I tell you something," Dan asked, turning his head towards you.

"Sure," you smile.

"It's a bit embarrassing but... I'm actually virgin," he chuckled.

"How is that embarrassing," you laugh, sitting up, still holding his hand.

"Because everyone thinks I've done it! But I haven't. And it's not that I've boned all the girls, it's that I just did some hard core making out with them."

"But what about the things girls say? How you were their first?"

"Rumors," he shrugs. "Call me crazy, but I'd rather lose it to you." He turns away from you, sitting up.

"You're adorable," you giggle, kissing his jaw-bone, it being the highest thing you can reach. He lightly closes his eyes and turns you to, pressing his lips to yours. Kissing back, you think about what he said.

I'd rather lose it to you.

"Would you really rather lose it to me," you wonder aloud.

"Yeah. I would," he states, turning away as his face turned red. "I mean, I won't unless you're okay with it, like, ready, because that'd be rape and I'm not that guy," he rambles on. "I care about you," he states, nodding his head and taking a gulp,

'My names' blurry face and I... care what you think,' played from his iPod.