(Author's Note)
Hm..this is kinda turning out to be a series..Yay!
Disclaimer: Do I own Hawaii Five-0? Not even in my dreams. But, if they made Steve and Danny plushies, (Crazy idea, I know) I would get them.
It had been several years since Steve's mother's death and both boys had grown up. Steve was now 16, and Danny, 17. Both boys had been flirted with, but only Danny had returned the affections of a particular girl and was now dating her.
Sadly, the night that he and she had decided to take their relationship to the next level, he learned that she had cheated on him. She had, in a fit of guilt, confessed to him, then hoped that he would still love her. Or still have sex with her.
Danny had screamed for her to get out, and she had practically sprinted out of the house, pulling her shirt on as she went. Danny had watched her, then had started burning pictures of her, blinking away tears.
It took several days for Steve to get really worried. He hadn't seen Danny at school, he hadn't seen him walking around, he really hadn't seen him at all. He tried calling, but Danny's parents always answered, saying that he was just ill.
Steve didn't believe it at all. He had heard whispers around school that Danny's girlfriend had cheated on him. He had tried talking to Stephanie, Danny's girlfriend, but she had only said that she was now an ex.
Steve finally just went to his best friend's house. No car was in the drive way, but he heard faint music coming from the house. Walking around the perimeter of the house, he found an unlocked window, crept through, and ended up in the living room. He closed the window and walked to the stairway. There he paused, wondering if this was really a good idea. Shouldn't he just leave Danny alone? He was obviously going through a rough time. But Steve had never been good at just laying off, so he walked up the stairs, not bothering to step quietly.
He opened the door to Danny's room and saw the boy laying on his bed, eyes closed, hands folded over his chest. The music had apparently blocked out all sounds of Steve's breaking and entering.
Then Danny's eyes opened, and Steve jumped a little, suddenly scared. "What the hell are you doing here?" Danny asked, glaring at the younger boy.
"I was worried about you," Steve replied truthfully. "You haven't been at school, and you won't answer the damn phone."
"Did it ever occur to you that I just want to be left alone?" Danny was angry. Did Steve really have the guts to break into his house and come talk to him? Apparently he did.
"Danny, no one wants to really be alone after bad things have happened. They secretly want to be held and just be able to..cry." Steve was speaking from experience. After his mother had died, everyone had left him alone, thinking that that was the best thing for him. Actually, it was the worst thing for him. It left him feeling lonely, sad, and thinking..Thinking bad things.
But Danny had showed up, changing all of that, and Steve had never been more grateful for his best friend. Now it was his time to repay the favor.
He stepped closer to Danny's bed, pausing after several steps, waiting for the other boy to yell at him. But nothing came, so he sat on the edge of the bed.
"I know what she did, Danny," Steve started, but was interrupted by a humorless laugh.
"Everyone's talking about it, right? She probably twisted the story around to make it sound like I was the one who..." Danny stopped, unable to finish his sentence.
There was silence, then Steve moved closer to Danny, wrapping an arm around him. Danny looked at him, thankful for his presence.
"You're my best friend ever, you know that?" Danny wasn't just saying that because this was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for him. He was being truthful. He had never had anyone like Steve before. No one who broke into his house just to comfort him.
"I know. And you're my best friend ever." Steve wasn't just saying that because Danny had said it. Danny was most definitely the best friend he had ever had.