A/N: Okay, I might write one of these every day until I've written out all of their songs... whaddya think?
Disclaimer: Why would I want to own a song called 'Broccoli'? Gross, man.
"I'm sorry hun, but I can't come out tonight," a voice on the other end of the telephone said. Danny sighed.
"It's okay Rhea, I'll just plan on seeing you later?" he asked.
"Uhm, yeah," she said, whispering something to someone on her end, "talk to you later."
"Same here," Danny said into the dial tone. Going back towards the table, he put the dishes back away and sighed once more. His mobile rang and he answered.
"Hey, mate, how'd it go with Rhea?" a boy's voice asked.
"Oh, Nate!" he said, frantically thinking up something to say, "it went great o' course!"
"So, did you get lucky?" Danny could almost hear the smirking in his voice.
"No, dude, but it'll happen eventually," he threw away the dishes he had worked to prepare.
"C'mon man, people are gonna start thinking you're a fruit or something if you don't get lucky at least once." Danny groaned. That was the last thing he needed.
"Well, that won't happen," Danny said, "I've got to go, see you tomorrow."
"Bye."
"Why?!" Danny slumped into a chair and put his face in his hands. "What's wrong with me? Can't she just come over for bloody tea?"
"Well, no one wants bloody tea," Danny's younger sister said. He threw a dishtowel at her and she ran off, yelling "Mum! Danny's hurt me!"
"Fantastic," Danny groaned.
I should have known much better
But it's so hard I can't forget her
She keeps playing me around
But I'm trying to impress her
She puts me under so much pressure
And I just wanted her to let me know she cares…