Putzie's POV
I am so sick, right now I am throwing up in the bathroom getting nasty puke on my shirt, crap! Then I saw Danny came in the bathroom with my PJ. "Ok, here ya go." He said setting my PJ on the counter.
"Thanks—dear lord." I said throwing up.
I felt Danny patted my back.
"Why did I drink too much?" I asked resting my forehead on my arm.
"You were heartbroken." He told me.
Abby! My sweet, sweet adorable angel!
"Why can't she be mine?" I asked sitting up.
"She will be Putz, you'll see." He said rubbing my back. "Now are ya done riding on the white bus?" I looked over at him.
"Sorry, it was a joke." He said. "Ok, come on." As he helped me up. "Ok, I'll be in ya room waiting for ya when you're done, Kay." He said.
"Ok." I said as he left.
Then I took my clothes off and put on my PJ on and walked out of the bathroom.
"Done." I announced.
"Good, let's tuck you in bed." He said as I lay down on my bed and he pulled the cover on me.
"Danny, please go easy on my bro." I told him.
Then he looks at me.
"I mean, he was just trying to help." I added.