A Long Night: Chapter 2 (Study Buddies)
A/N: Hey guys, as I said in the last chapter, this chapter is going to be short, and hopefully sweet. Basically, I'm just recapping the end of Episode 12. But I promise, the next chapter is going to be all new. Oh, BTW, I have absolutely no idea what "Chosser" is, or if that's even how you spell it. Hope you guys are enjoying it so far, and aren't sick of me and my ramble-y A/Ns. xx edie
When I arrive at Dan's building, instead of taking the elevator, I decide to take out all my fury on the stairs, which isn't a smart thing to do if you're wearing seven-inch Chanel pumps.
Finally, I reach Dan's floor, and make my way over to his apartment. I knock on the door, which is open, showing Rufus at a table, sorting through some boxes. He looks up when he hears my knock, his hands full of old photos and paper.
"Hey," I say, smiling.
"Aren't you supposed to be at your Mom's Engagement Thing?" he asks, still sifting through the papers.
"Yeah," I say, "I had to get out of there, it was getting a little...hard to breathe, you know?"
He sighs and nods in agreement. "Those parties can be that way."
"So are you, um...packing up your music?" I ask, referring to the pages in his hands.
"Nah, I just...need to find something new to write about. And I will."
I smile, and walk past him to Dan's room, squeezing his elbow on the way out, leaving him and his papers alone.
I knock on Dan's door, and open it as he looks up to me, and he looks up to me with that same adoring look he always gets when he sees me.
"Hey," he smiles, as I walk towards where he is spread out on the bed, surrounded by books and folders. "You're a little over-dressed for the study-date I didn't know we had."
"You were right, about everything," I murmur, staring into his unfathomable brown eyes and stepping further towards him.
"You wanna talk about it?"
I shake my head, pull my coat off and sit down on his bed.
"Can I just sit here with you for a while?" I look at him, almost pleadingly.
"Yeah," he says, and smiles his beautiful smile.
I reach out and pick up one of the books he's reading.
"Chosser?" I ask, reading the blurb.
"Yeah, I've got a test on Friday." he sighs again, grabbing a folder.
"Mine's Thursday." I open the book and lean against the wall, grabbing a biro and a notepad, and pulling the biro lid off with my teeth and handing the pen to Dan, who laughs when I blow the lid out of my mouth.
We settle back comfortably, leaning against each other. I scratch Dan's head, locking my fingers in his soft, feathery hair and kiss his temple, and settle down to study.