- Chapter 44 -
· Abby's Point of View·
"You looking good, A," James told me as we were sitting with Danny, Ben, Ellie and Matt in a corner of the pub.
I smiled weakly and let out a small "Thanks!"
"Ellie, wanna go for a drink?" I asked, looking away from James whose eyes were fixed upon me. If I didn't get away from there then I was afraid Danny would realize that there was something between us - and I didn't want that to happen, obviously. I liked Danny a lot; he is such a good guy who has a very special place inside me, so I would never cheat on him. Even if it wasn't that serious between us, that's just not me.
"Sure," Ellie told Ben we'd be back in a short while and we both directed towards the bar.
When we got back, something had definitely happened, because Danny wasn't even looking at me and James grinned widely with those amazing glowing eyes of his. Absolutely lost at this situation, I simply sat down and got on with my drink.
"Ben, do you mind if we get going? I'm really tired and I have to get up early tomorrow, I've got to meet up with my friend Tim," Ellie said.
"No, not at all…"
They waved us all goodbye and left towards the exit, just as James and Matt went laughing up to the bar to get a beer.
"So," Danny said looking at me. "James talked to me,"
I looked at him lost and chuckled, not following where he was going with this. He giggled too and said "Why didn't you tell me, Abby? You know I'll always be here, even if we aren't together… we both know we're friends, right? It's been ages since I've known you and you're an amazing girl… why didn't you tell me you liked him?" he looked as if what he was saying didn't bother him; he definitely meant it.
See, that's what I like the most about Danny Jones: he's the kind of guy that will say the most stupid thing ever and the next minute he lets out these deep, beautiful, pure and innocent thoughts.
"I – he – we – he's your friend. And -"
"Hey, it's ok, really, it's fine by me!" he smiled and had a sip of his beer. I hugged him, we talked for another while and he saw Matt motioning for him to join them. He tried to take me too, but I was too tired to move, so I just stayed there sitting on my chair.
"A, what're ya doing here alone?" James asked me right after he'd walked away from the boys at the bar and sat next to me.
"Just thinking," I shrugged and started playing with my hair, as I always did in awkward situations – annoying tic, I know, but I've had it for as long as I can remember, so there's nothing to do with it.
"Thinking about me?" he asked making a puppy face.
I rolled my eyes as I chuckled and answered "Not everything's about you, James,"
"Ei! No need to get aggressive!" he nudged me in the arm jokingly and looked down.
"But if you really need to know, I might have been thinking about you,"
"I knew it," looking pleased with himself, he winked and took me to the dance floor.
