Author's Note (Monster): Hello, our lovelies! As you can read underneath this, I finished this ten minutes ago. Why? Because I forgot I was supposed to post new material today. Don't gasp because last year I only posted monthly and now I do weekly. It's hard but it's worth it when I get reviews. Quick update, I'm working on a new chapter for Kidnapped because of the moving words of a reviewer. Also working on the next Untouched and Puzzle The Pieces. Another reason I didn't get to writing these stories, is because I've been cheating on the fandom with a ship of two other musicians. Sorry. The return of Awoken is near. Replies to the reviews below. Enjoy.

Excuse my typos but I finished this ten minutes ago

Danny's POV

I awoke, not even realizing this was the end of my days. Because it was. It definitely, definitely was. Were you not reading the last chapter? Oh shit, fourth wall break here. Sorry, let me get back in. Wait, what was I saying again? Right! This was the worst part of my life. No, it was the worst day actually but it signaled the worst part about my life. What part would that be?

Ding ding ding! You guessed it! THE REJECTION.

So stretching and scratching my balls, I realized the light was still on. Right, I fell asleep in the middle of one of the horror movies. I didn't even remember when but I knew for sure, I dreamt about doorbells. I kept answering the door like "hello? It's me."

Yeah yeah, start singing Adele all you want. It was a joke.

So I scurried into the shower, took a long hot one when a slow feeling creeped up on me. Hey uh, Danny?

What is it, bad feeling?

Charlie knows you love him.

GOD FUCKING DAMNIT, BAD FEELING! STOP REMINDING ME!

The feeling hugged my shoulders and pushed me down to the floor. It hurt. It hurt so damn badly.

I yawned, looked at my phone I had abandoned. A few new text messages.

Funny Man: Charlie is coming to you. Keep me updated.

He sent me that at midnight. Did Charlie really come to me at midnight? When had I even fallen asleep?

This was disastrous. Charlie tried to talk to me and I was stupid enough to fall asleep and have him standing at my door for no good reason.

Funny Man: What the hell, you blew him off?!

That text was sent at one am. Guess what? I really did blow him off and it took him an hour to tell Funny Man. Had he been standing at my door that long? I hated myself for this. I immediately texted them.

To Funny Man: I am so screwed

To Charlie: I'm so sorry! I fell asleep in the middle of my movie night. Didn't know you were at my door!

Funny Man was the first to reply although I wished Charlie would've been the first.

Funny Man: I haven't heard anything from Charlie since he went home at 1:30

I sighed and sat down on the couch, my head against the wall behind me. Why?

I didn't reply to the text message he sent me because I knew that, if I did, I'd feel that spark of hope when he'd text me back, only to be disappointed it wasn't Charlie. That wasn't what I wanted to feel at that moment.

Sorry Funny Man, but at this moment you were the least of my worries. I discarded my phone on the table and decided to get something done. Let's do something productive, my mind told me.

So I put on fresh sporting clothes and decided to go for a run. It had been a while since I had ran but it would do me good since my body really needed to stay in shape. I didn't run with music or I wouldn't be able to hear my thoughts anymore and I really had to think a few things through.

First of all, Charlie and Deuce weren't back together and Charlie dumped him to come to my place. Why? Why would he come to me if he knew I had a major crush on him? That was one mystery I couldn't solve by myself.

Second of all, Funny Man and I weren't really ok. We were cold to each other because of our fight last night. Should I solve that? I should, shouldn't I?

Third of all (do they even say that?), American Idol. Did I want to participate? I mean, sure, I had wanted to prove myself but now that Charlie was showing interest in me, I wasn't so sure anymore. Things didn't seem to matter when Charlie noticed me. Notice me, Senpai!

Let's strike a deal, my mind said. Participate to show them you're fucking better than Deuce.

You moron.

He'd never tell you he loved you.

My mind wandered forth as my legs ran on and on. What if he was texting me right now? I wouldn't know because I didn't have my phone on me. Did I even take my keys with me? God fucking damnit!

Take a deep breath, it's not that bad. I was just going to text one of the guys that I lost my keys because J-Dog kept my spare key in case something like this would ha-… I didn't have my phone. How the fuck was I going to text? With a potato?

Damnit, Danny!

I stopped dead in my tracks and let out a deep sigh. Today was just meant to be my bad day. With slow drags of my feet I sauntered back to my house and dropped down on the porch. What if the police chased me away because they think I was homeless? Cut it out!

I pulled my knees up and leaned my head in my arms on them. What was I going to do now?

"Danny?"

My head shot up and I looked at the serious face of Charlie. "Oh. Hi! What are you doing here?"

"You weren't replying any of my questions so I decided to come by."

"Yeah, my phone is inside and I decided to go for a run. Forgot my key too so I'm fucked", I murmured to him.

He smiled and shook his head. "Doesn't J-Dog have your spare key?"

"He does."

"Then why don't you go get it?"

"Because. Do you know Jay? After a night out, he's gonna wake up at six pm."

Charlie laughed and placed himself next to me. "You're right about that."

"What did you text me about?"

The bandana rapper leaned back. "Just asked if I could come by now to talk."

"We are talking."

My heartbeat sped up. My palms became sweaty. Please don't….reject me.

He nodded and leaned on his knees with his elbows. "I came to see you last night."

"I know. I fell asleep in the middle of my movie. So that's why I dreamt about doorbells!"

He chuckled and put an arm around my shoulders. "You dork. We can't talk on your porch. We have to be inside for that."

"No, no, we can talk."

"What about your neighbors?"

"On the left I have none and on the right they're deaf."

He grinned, let go of my shoulders and lowered his hand down my back. God, I was nervous.

"Don't be nervous."

Did I say it out loud? Oh, no, I didn't but I was shuddering.

"I'm sorry. I just. Don't ignore the elephant in the room. You know it. I know it. So get it on with please. Either reject me or be with me but I don't need excuses."

Fuck it.

He was going to hurt me.

Charlie made a doubting movement with his head, his hand still burning a hole around my waist. "That wasn't what I wanted to say."

"What?"

"I didn't want to.. reject or go there. It's just that… I've had only one real relationship, right? I don't know what it feels like to be loved and love in return. All we ever did was fight, cheat, lie, hurt, fuck, make up and repeat."

"That sucks. I was only with a girl a few times."

"I'm not going to lie here, Danny. I don't love you. Obviously. I just broke up with someone."

There it was!

"But I like you."

What?

"I like your attitude, looks, personality. I like how you get nervous. I like how insecure you are. It's different. It's cute. I like it. I think that maybe… you are what I need. I'm not getting your hopes up or using you but I'm saying that I'd like to try and give this a shot. If it doesn't feel right, I'll quit it but you have to be up for the possibility of us not working. I don't want us to hate each other afterwards if it didn't work out."

…

Again, what?

I leaned my head against his shoulder. "Every relationship has the possibility of not working out."

"I don't want you to be a rebound."

"You wouldn't go that far", I mused.

He moved his hand on my waist, sending sparks scattered across my skin. I looked up, his gaze crossed mine.

And I kissed him.

Or did he kiss me?

Please Review, they're our heavy fuel! Title refers to the song I wrote this on, Never Be Alone by TheFatRat. What? I didn't lie about the rejection. Danny's day only just started.

Ro: I didn't abandon them, it's more like... I have to reread them to be sure I don't write something that doesn't fit with their vibe so I guess you understand why it takes me a long time to update Kidnapped lately. Also, I sometimes forget the things that have happened in my stories and then I have to reread as well. After reading everything I mostly feel like I'd ruin the story by continuing. But I'm getting over that fact since I ran out of PTP chapters.

xx-Chanour: Shady Jeff's story? You don't want to know. Good to hear you like my works. Reviews always make me happy.

Zev: I don't like to produce crappy material. I write during the week but I also go to college, spend time with my boyfriend, helping Awoken with his new place and re-arranging my own place. Then when I finally sit down to write, my brain screws me over with no inspiration, a headache or just a hangover.

HU4LIFEBITCHES: I don't know why but I feel addressed when you say "Cuddles". Probably because my boyfriend started calling me that not so long ago.