Author's Note (Monster): Hello, our lovelies! This is my shortest chaptered story ever since it will only have 3 chapters. Maybe 4. I hope you'll receive this story with love nonetheless. Enjoy.
Danny's POV
I can't stand to look at his smile. He's a predator. That grin is like showing off his sharp teeth and poisoned tongue. His eyes glowering dangerously like observing a prey. He's amused by their moves. They feel safe, they laugh back at him, but I know him better than to let myself be fooled by it. He doesn't like those girls. Those bitches think they own him but he owns them. They do whatever he wants to earn his attention. To get him to go with them. To sleep with him. Because those girls are only out to fuck him.
And it hurts me to the core when he returns with that same smile. Softer now. When he gets back, wrapping his arms around my waist and asking me wordlessly. Asking permission to touch me, kiss me, fuck me and cuddle me until dawn. It's late. I was waiting all night for him to get back. I'm never able to sleep when he's fucking girls. My eyes get bloodshot, stapled open wide and I simply can't bring myself to close them when I know he's with them. Every time he returned I felt like I just reached the water surface to breathe again. Suffocating when he's away for too long. Every god damn second is too long. Yet tonight I couldn't bring myself to complain about it. I couldn't tell him to stop when I knew it would change us.
He'd resent me for being jealous. After all, we weren't exclusive.
I granted him the permission to touch me, have his hands travel down my stressed out body. I needed this. When he got back, I just had to let him have his way with me. If he didn't, he'd remain marked by those women. Countless women who fall for him. I had to mark him as mine, get their scent off of his body. Have him pin me down on the bed, mouths locked in an eternal kiss. Mind clouding with every touch. I broke the kiss with a gasp, breathing: "Funny…"
"Yeah?" He whispered, kissing my neck down to my chest.
"Who do you prefer? The girls or me?"
Funny smiled against my skin. "You. Always you."
"Then dump them."
"Done. I'll never see those two again."
A small victory, but a victory nonetheless.
I couldn't go on like this, torturing myself every night he'd be away with girls while I was wrenching my heart in every way to stop the pain inside. To keep my silent scream inside as the horror in my heart told me to quit letting myself into this position, but as soon as he'd be back and hold me, it would all be worth it again. It just never ended.
I needed help.
Once again I woke up in Funny's bed, not feeling his arms around me. He had left a long time ago probably. I never really knew when he left the house to go do whatever he does when he seems to have disappeared off of the surface of the earth.
He didn't call, didn't text. Instead he waited until we went out again. But I was so sick of it.
So sick of waking up and crying because I fell in love with the wrong person. I sniffed, wiped my eyes off on the back of my hand and got dressed. Looking in the mirror was hard. I always knew I'd see someone I didn't even recognize. Eyes red, lips split because we like it rough and a hickey here or there. My body wasn't proud of me.
I left the house, beginning the walk of shame back to my own house.
"Danny? Shit, man, you look fucking terrible", I heard.
I looked up at Charlie.
"No offense", he added. "What's up?"
"Nothing, I'm just going home."
"Dude, that's bullshit. Something's up", he frowned at me.
I walked past him. "It's none of your concern. What are you doing here anyway?"
"Looking for Funny."
"He left. I don't where to or when but he left."
Charlie raised an eyebrow. "Then what were you doing here?"
"I stayed for the night."
The rapper was confused. "Why would you… Oh."
"What?"
"I get it."
"What?"
"You're dating him."
I let out a cold harsh laugh. "I wish. I'm nothing to him than someone to fuck when he gets back from fucking sluts."
"Poor you. I had no idea Funny was that cruel", Charlie stated.
I shrugged. "It's been like that for a long time. I'm used to it."
"Why haven't you asked him to be exclusive?"
"Because you and I both know he'd never settle like this."
"Then what will you do?"
"I don't need to do anything."
"You can't live like this, Danny", Charlie said. He pulled me back and lifted my chin to look at him. "You're not fine."
"Then what am I supposed to do?" I asked, my voice breaking.
Charlie put his arms around me. "Break the cycle."
It felt good to hug him. I felt safe. "How? I can't."
"You can. You just need a reason to. Like… a boyfriend."
"A boyfriend? But I love Funny."
"Not a real boyfriend. Just a pretend boyfriend so he'll leave you alone. Sure, it'll hurt at first but you'll be better off without him."
"And… You'd do that for me?"
Charlie blinked. "ME?"
"Yes. Will you be the fake boyfriend?"
"Why me?"
"Because. Funny won't try to take me away from you. You're his best friend."
"But I'm not into guys! Ask Kurlzz or something."
"Sure. Me and Kurlzz. Like anyone would believe that", I stated sarcastically.
Charlie laughed. "You're right. What about Jay?"
"I really don't want to explain my situation again. You're informed. Just go with it."
The rapper sighed. "I guess. Fine, I'll do it but I'm not gay!"
"Just play bi until I'm over him and then we can fake break up. You can go on dating girls then. Just tell people you're bi but like… ten percent guys, ninety girls?"
"Ninety girls", Charlie grinned. "Pure heaven."
"Dude."
"Sorry."
Plan into motion.
Funny was NOT pleased. Not at all.
We were just hanging out at the bar. I was standing next to Charlie, his arm around my shoulders to keep up the façade, though no one knew. Not yet. Funny was out dancing. The other guys were out of sight as well. Johnny just got into a fight with the bartender (again).
I caught Funny's eye a few times. He narrowed them at me. At some point he actually came to me and asked me why I didn't want to leave Charlie's side.
"I'm not in the mood", Charlie replied and his best friend was confused.
"I'm keeping him company", I added. "Can't…have my babe be lonely."
Oh God, cringeworthy acting skills, but Funny was buying it.
"Wait what?"
Charlie looked agitated by my acting skills and took over with an Oscar winning performance. "That is so nice of you. See, this is why I started dating you. You're such a nice guy, hot too."
Funny blinked. "You guys… are an item?"
"Yes! Only recently but it happened so sudden. I can't imagine my life without this asshole anymore", Charlie expressed with a smile. What the fuck, he was so fucking good at this.
Funny frowned. "But you're not gay, Charlie."
"The exception confirms the rule. Danny is my exception."
"Oh well, that's nice."
Just like that, he walked away. Like I said, he was NOT pleased, but for now he acted like there was nothing going on. Later that night I left Charlie's side, thinking the Mexican would leave me alone now that he knew I was dating his best friend. He would've if he had been sober. He wasn't. I could smell the alcohol in his breath when he pulled me against him. "Come on, Danny, you've been with me for so long and now you turn your back on me?"
"I wasn't with you. You were just fucking me when you got sick of your toys."
He didn't seem put off by it. Instead he grinned, pulling me more against him and leaning heavily on me. His breath tickled me. I'd never seen him like this. "Get off, Funny, I'm not your toy anymore."
I managed to push him off and have his surprised gaze pointed at me. "Fine. You have fun with Charlie. I'll have him know he'll never know your body like I do. He doesn't know what you like. He'll never be me", Funny Man said in a drunk slur.
"No, he's better", I said. "He doesn't fuck other people."
He was taken aback by it. Good. Now it was time for me to turn my back and walk away to the others. I didn't even have to look back to know he was staring at me as I left.
You know the strangest part?
He didn't go home with a random girl that night.
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