Author's Note (Monster): Hello, our lovelies! I've planned out this entire story up till chapter 60 so far but I've only finished writing it up until chapter 49. I've got so much angst coming up that I fear for your reactions BUT the ending's not set yet. This is my early weekend update. So tell me, who do you wanna see Danny end up with? Jordon or Dylan? Replies to the review below. Enjoy


Previously on Puzzle The Pieces;

Dylan admitted he didn't like it when Danny seemed completely infatuated with Jordon instead of him as he was the one who texted Jordon about the sleepover. What he didn't expect, was for Danny to blame Aron for the message before asking any questions.

Danny's POV

"Pleaaaase?" I begged in my sugar sweet voice but my mother only glanced sideways suspiciously from her armchair as she was reading a book. "Please mom."

"No."

I let out a whine, got on my knees and folded my hands together. "Pretty pretty please?"

"No, Danny, you're still grounded."

"But mom!"

"Why would I lift your punishment?"

"Because I've been a good boy?" I argued but she snorted. Thanks, mom, thanks for being so sarcastic with me. Wonder who I got that sharp edge from?

I stuck out my bottom lip in a pout. "But I really need to see Jordon. Please let him come over?"

"No."

"But it's for the sake of our relationship!" I called out, jumping to my feet. My mother raised an eyebrow. "No, Danny. If there's troubles in paradise already, I'm not sure you should even be with him. You've been dating for barely a month."

… Maybe she had a point.

"Mom, please, I love him."

I really did. I swear I did.

"Do you?"

"I do. Jordon's such a good guy. I really wanna be with him but I made a stupid mistake and I really need to talk this through with him!"

For a moment it seemed like she was considering it but then she sighed. "Call him. But I'm not letting you go out or letting him in. Punishment is punishment."

I growled. "Dad would've let me go."

"Then go live with him", she retorted, not looking up from her book while I walked away to the stairs and up to my room. I made sure to slam the door closed hard enough for her to hear. She was deliberately ruining my relationship.

Ok, maybe she wasn't and maybe this was all my fault but let me be irrational for a minute, alright? I didn't need facts and truths, I needed to rage about my boyfriend being upset and rage about losing my best friend AGAIN because he was an asshole. Fuck him for texting Jordon.

God.

I lied down on my bed and tried to call Jordon. We hadn't properly talked about shit since his sudden text message. The message just made me feel so sick to my stomach, betrayed and I just lashed out at Aron, sought comfort in Dylan and that was the end of it.

I hadn't really said anything about it after that so now, on a quiet Saturday evening I was hoping he'd pick up the phone for me so we could finally talk about it. After ignoring his message for an entire day, I wasn't sure if he'd want to talk to me at all. The attempt seemed futile in my head but Jordon was still my boyfriend. I had to fix this.

I loved him.

The five split seconds of silence before the first beep were hell. I closed my eyes, tried to control my breathing. My nerve endings were on fire and a brick fell into my stomach. Please, Jordon.

Please.

"Hi", the voice cracked in the middle, momentarily muting him before he cleared his throat and repeated the word.

He picked up. That was a start. "Hi."

What else could I say?

"I didn't expect you to call me", Jordon said. His voice was quiet, nothing but a murmur, almost like a whisper from someone who just woke up or at least, just got out of bed.

"Did I wake you?"

"No, it's fine", Jordon hushed me. "Why didn't you text me?"

"I don't know", I bit my lip, "I was scared. Thought you wouldn't want to hear from me."

"So Dylan did stay for the night?"

"Dylan and Aron", I replied. "It was Brony Friday, Dylan barged in and Aron invited him to watch with us. Around midnight Aron asked Dylan if he wanted to sleep at my place as well and they both just stayed for the night."

Was it a relieved sigh I heard on the other end? Not sure.

"So no funny business? No mentions of your crush or whatever? No suggestive things at all?" Jordon rambled, it was like he'd been holding it back for way too long.

"Of course not. Jordon, dude, I love you. You're my boyfriend. Why the hell would I get with Dylan when I have you?"

"I don't know. I just don't like it you used to like him before we dated."

"BEFORE we dated", I exclaimed, guilt settling in my stomach for not telling him the entire truth. I was still attracted to Dylan, still wanted to kiss him, hug him, fu- but I had Jordon. I loved Jordon. I didn't love Dylan. Right?

Did I love Dylan? Did I like him? I didn't even know anymore but I knew I wanted to be with Jordon. Jordon was my match made in heaven.

Jordon sighed. "I'm sorry. I've just been so damn on edge lately. I wish it was Monday. THAT is how badly I need to see you, Danny."

"Whoa, you WISH it was Monday?! That's bad", I joked and Jordon chuckled. "You always make me smile when shit takes a nasty turn. Is that one of your hidden talents?"

"It's my only talent."

"What about singing then?"

"Is that my talent?"

"Nooo, we picked a random dude to sing for our band."

"Maybe you trapped me to be your singer because you liked me", I teased and Jordon turned silent. "You got me. You were just so cute in that classroom with your mouth full of soap, singing Thousand Foot Krutch."

I grinned. "You're too sweet. But I still mean it, Jordon. I love you and I wanna be with you so please stop being so paranoid about Dylan. He's just a friend."

Jordon sighed but there was a happy undertone in it. "I love you too, Danny."


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HUshipper: It'll be more than 15, I realize that now that I've planned it up till chapter 59. Maybe 20.

HU4LIFEBITCHES: Look, Danny didn't run to Dylan after a break up but you gotta stop proposing theories that hit close to home...