What Will It Take?
CHAPTER ONE
Danny sat on his bed watching the rain fall outside. It was akward to be home; the silence was eerie. DOugie was downstairs, but he couldn't hear him moving around. "Why does it feel as if my heart is breaking?" He asked himself, aloud. It wasn't long after he asked himself this, tears started to fall. Dougie, in a bad mood from lack of sleep holored at him. "Shut the fuck up! I'm trying to watch this show! Goddamn." Danny buried his face in his pillow letting himself openly sob. "I am just so confused? What does this all mean?" His head was spinning in confusing. There was no one that he could talk to about this...maybe one dat all of this would make sense to him.
He sat up when he heard knocking at his appartment door. He quickly wiped his eys and made his way to the door. It was Dougie standing at the door looking half asleep. "Dude, I'm sorry for yelling like that. I just don't feel very well." He yawned and used the doorway to hold himself up. "It's okay. It was nothing. Really." "Okay. Well, if you want to talk, I will be downsairs." Dougie started down the stiars, when Danny held him back by his wrist. "Wa-?" "Just crash on my sofa. We don't need you to fall on your head again." Dougie gave him a sloppy grin and pushed past him and was asleep on the floor within seconds. "I said my sofa. God help us." Danny picked up Dougie and put him down on the sofa. Seeing him sitting there, sleeping he looked to innocent. He brushed his hair back, and Dougie turned over. Danny tucked him in and kissed him on the cheek. "Sleep tight, my Prince." Danny made his way back to his bedroom. Thank God, he was half asleep, Dougie would never remember this conversation. It wouldn't be good if remembered this... Feeling emotionally drained he fell asleep on his bed, still fully dressed.
Danny woke up in the morning to crunching from the kitchen. "What in the name of God is that?" He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and headed out to the kitchen. He walked in to find Dougie sitting at the breakfast bar, shoviling in cereal while reading the comics in the news paper. He stood there admiring how childish Dougie was. Feeling that someone was watching him, Dougie turned around to find Danny stadning in the door way staring at him. "What? Did I forget to put my pants on again?" He looked down to see that he was wearing his light blue pajama bottoms. "Guess not." Danny couldn't help but laugh. "What's so funny?" "Nothing. Just had been a long night, you know." He nodded and went back to his cereal. Danny walked past him and opened the fridge, pulling out the orange juice.
"Why the fuck are you so happy?" Dougie asked cereal stuck to his t-shirt. "It has been a wonderful morning!" Dougie narrowed his eyes. "Wonderful? Last night you crying your eyes out and now you are on cloud nine." Danny froze. "What?" "Did you get some last night? You were all upset over something, and now you are just peachy." He put the juice in the fridge. "No, Dougie. I didn't get any. Why would you think that? It was just one of those days, ya know?" Dougie nodded. "Yeah. Good to see that you are back to normal."
Leaving his juice, Danny walked into his bedroom. He glanced at the photos on his desk and the ones on the wall. "Why do I feel like this?"