The next day I feel like I have nothing to do so I start calling my friends, Sam and mum and dad to see how they were doing. This was Sam's answer: "I'm doing rubbish because all my mates left me at a pub last night and I have a new tattoo of a daisy on my backside. Do you think I'm OK, Becca? Plus I met this hot girl last night and in the end she threw her drink in my face and it really stung my eyes so I got drunk to avoid the pain." Brilliant, right?
I spend the rest of the morning feeling sad about myself, sitting in my old jeans and a hoodie, reading an old book I found in one of the unpacked boxes. Suddenly, the doorbell rings and I finally find excitement in my boring day. I rush to open the door and there in the rain stands a soaking wet Danny Jones with a hood covering his eyes.
"Danny," I whisper.
"Can I come inside please?" he shivers and I let him inside. "Thanks."
He takes off his coat and follows me into the kitchen where I make him a cup of tea.
"So, what brings you here?" I say after a long silent pause.
"Oh umm... I just wanted to make sure you were OK, since, y'know..."
"Yeah, I know. And I'm fine thanks," I interrupted him. "I'm trying not to think about it so just don't talk about it, yeah?"
"Listen, Becca, if it was anything to do with the night before I'm really sorry..."
"It wasn't, OK?" I accidentally shout. "I'm sorry," I put my hand over my mouth and begin to cry. He comes over to me and hugs me.
"It's OK, you don't have to tell me what happened," he says softly into my hair, letting me cry into his shoulder.
"No, I want to tell you," I demanded and sat down with him, holding his hands for comfort. "He cheated on me," I cry. "I walked in on him kissing another girl. Must've been the reason why he didn't call me for nine months."
"Hey, you deserve better than him anyway!" Danny tells me, looking at me with his crystal blue eyes that almost melt me.
"Maybe you're right, but it was just a complete shock, I've forced myself to thinking that he's a nice person all these years and I've been faithful to him, but he's just a devil wearing a mask, isn't he," I sniffle and wipe the tears from my cheeks. "Anyways, enough about me, what about you? Have you been sneaking off again?"
He laughs a bit. "No, it upset you the first time, I won't do it again," he leans closer to me so that I can hear his breath perfectly pacing itself, getting warmer and warmer. "I promise."
Suddenly, we're kissing, and this time I don't rip it apart. My lips stay locked with his, my hands running through his wet hair, his hands cupping my face gently. The kiss was passionate, not some rough kind of kiss that wanted to lead to more. This was relaxing, his tender lips kissing mine and our tongues touching each other for the first time.
By the time we break the kiss, it's been at least ten minutes and we're half smiling and half looking confused. I giggle.
"What?" Danny asked.
"I've never had a kiss like that before," I admit. "It was, nice."
He smiles and we kiss again and again until nobody could tear us apart.