Stella and I ran back to my house after the Nasty Burger. She was gripping my hand tight, a carefree smile on her face. I knew my parents would be home, but they didn't usually bother me when I had girls over (not that I've had many girlfriends in the past). Jazz's car wasn't home yet, so that was a good sign. I opened the door and my mom was sitting on the couch with my dad.
"Hey guys." I greeted, going to pull Stella up the stairs.
"Hey Danny...who's that?" My mom asked, raising her eyebrow.
"This is Stella. We are just hanging out. So. Bye." I waved before pulling Stella a bit roughly up the stairs.
Her lips immediately attached to mine as soon as she entered my room. "That was adorable." She muttered against my mouth. "Shut up." I mumbled back, making her jump so her legs would go around my waist. I leaned against the wall and just let her attack my mouth for a while.
"Hey Danny would you-" Jazz started as she walked into the room. Stella and I jumped apart quickly and blushed at her. "Heyy Jazz…." I said awkwardly.
Jazz just raised an eyebrow.
"Hey, I thought you left this morning?" I asked, raising my own eyebrow. "Oh, yeah, Sam needed me for something, so I stayed an extra day." Jazz said awkwardly.
I looked down. "Oh." An awkward silence fell upon us as I felt Stella grab my hand.
"Are you doing anything tonight?" Jazz asked. "Sam and Tucker want to have a movie night here."
"Actually, Danny is going to a party with me." Stella jumped.
Thank god for Stella Hoover. I thought to myself, a small smile on my face. "That's like, the 3rd time this weekend that he's went out with you." Jazz added, trying to get me to change my mind.
"Sorry Jazz...maybe next time." I said sheepishly. Stella squeezed my hand tighter and let go. "Where is your bathroom?" She asked. I pointed down the hallway, and Stella exited the room, Jazz glaring my direction.
"I don't know what the hell you've been up to lately, but it has to stop. You are watching movies tonight with me, Tucker, and Sam. I don't care what is wrong with you, but you gotta be there tonight. No exceptions." Jazz hissed before exiting the room. I groaned and rolled my eyes.
Stella came back in moments later. "Why is she making you watch movies with the friends that ditched you?" Stella asked, laying down next to me on the bed. I shrugged. "I have no clue." I mumbled.
Stella sighed, and then straddled my waist. "I wanna learn all about you, Danny Fenton." She whispered in my ear. My hands came to rest on the sides of her thighs and I smirked. "Not much to know, really."
"Favorite color?"
"Red."
"Favorite band?"
"All Time Low."
"Favorite singer?"
"...I don't know..? Bruno Mars?" I raised my eyebrow. "Stella, what's the point?"
"I told you! I want to know every last detail about you." Stella said, nipping at my earlobe. "I know that we've only known each other a day and suddenly we are all over each other, but I like to learn about the other while I take their clothes off." Stella giggled. I chuckled lightly.
"DANNY! Sam and Tucker will literally be here in 30 minutes. Say goodbye to Stella!" Jazz yelled, before my door closed gently and I heard my parents scolding her. Stella giggled and attached her lips to my neck, her hands running up my shirt.
"I'm fine with this." I breathed heavily, running my hands up her sides and into her hair.
…
"Well, the friends are probably here, so I'm going to go." Stella said, wiping her mouth and pulling back on her shirt. "That was fun, we should do it again sometime." I smirked, putting back on my own shirt and snaking my hands around her waist.
"As long as I get to know more about you." She whispered seductively in my ear. I rolled my eyes and attached my lips to hers, savoring the flavor of her lips before I walked her down the stairs and to the door. Sam and Tucker were sitting on the couch, choosing a movie.
"I'll be right there Jazz." I called before walking Stella out the door and standing on the porch with her.
"What time does the party start?" I asked. Stella took out her phone and scrolled through it. "Ten. Why?"
"Be here at 9:50. I'll ditch them, and go with you." I smirked, putting a piece of hair behind her ear. She grinned widely. "Really?!" She squealed, jumping into my arms.
"I wasn't going to go without you." She said sheepishly. I grinned. "Thanks." I blushed.
"Anytime, Fenton. Can't wait to learn more about you." She winked and walked away. "See you later!" She called, waving her hand in the air and walking away from my house. I watched her walk away until she was out of sight before finally sighing and walking back indoors. "Thank you for not going to that party, little brother. I appreciate it." Jazz put her hand on my shoulder. I shrugged it off.
"Whatever." I hissed before sitting next to Tucker, who held out his hand for a high five which I gladly gave. "You get you some dude." He winked.
"Trust me, I will." I smirked back.
Sam rolled her eyes and put in Big Hero 6, plopping back on the couch with Tucker and I. 30 minutes into the movie, my phone vibrated.
Stella(; [rec] hey. what movie you guys watching?
Stella(; [sent] bh6. rlly good. cant wait to leave tho. sams giving me dirty looks.
Stella(; [rec] shes probably mad i got with you first (;
Stella(; [sent] doubt it :p
Stella(; [rec] brightside: you get to see me in twenty minutes (;
Stella(; [sent] cant wait lol (;
I closed my phone when I saw Jazz trying to look over my shoulder and stomached the last twenty minutes of the movie before standing up quickly. "Hey, Ghost. Be back. Probably." I lied before sprinting into the bathroom and hopping out of the window, falling on my butt.
"Smooth." Stella said from behind me.
"I told you, I'm not the most graceful." I smirked, lacing her fingers with mine. She grinned. "Obviously not."
"Oh, haha. Where is this party, anyway?" I asked, falling into step with her.
"Oh, Dash Baxter's house. Frank and I always get invited because free booze. I always bring a +1. You are my +1 tonight. Be grateful." She winked. I put my hands over my heart and fake-swooned. "Oh my gosh, Stella, I'm honored."
She slapped me with the back of her hand, a funny look on her face, before she took my hand again, grinning.
When we got to the party, Dash almost didn't let me in, but Stella made it clear that I was with her, and that she'd take all the alcohol with her if I wasn't allowed in.
The A-listers gave us double glances when they saw our hands tangled together (and me holding alcohol in my hand with a pretty girl at my side might make people do some double takes too). I was drinking out of my red plastic cup up against the wall, my world already going a little fuzzy. I enjoyed forgetting everything with each sip I took. My phone was basically raping my back pocket, but I didn't check it. I already knew who was calling, and I didn't want to answer.
I just wanted to forget.
…
I woke up in a ditch. Not even kidding. My shirt was gone, Stella was next to me, and we were covered in dirt. There was a purple hickey on my chest and Stella's lips were bruised and swollen. My head was pounding with the force of my hangover, and I just knew my parents were going to kill me.
Stella groaned next to me and yawned. "Hey...Why are we in a ditch?" She asked, confused and groggy. I shrugged my shoulders and rubbed my temples. "I have no clue."
"Great. I'm gonna head home. Thanks. I look forward to seeing you at school." She said, kissing me gently on the lips and handing me a dirty covered shirt from under her. She dusted herself off and jogged towards, what I assumed was, her house. I watched her go and sighed, stretching and popping all of my cramped muscles and joints. I checked my phone and it was blown up.
Sammy [rec] wow. real mature. ditching us to hang out with stella.
Sammy [rec] are you okay?
Sammy [rec] omg are you dead?
Sammy [rec] pls answer danny
Sister Jazz [rec] danny?
Sister Jazz [rec] if you are dead in a ditch somewhere I s2g
Sister Jazz [rec] pls be okay
Tuck [rec] idk what jazz and sam are worried abt. you should be fine...right?
Tuck [rec] dude this isn't funny. last time you at least drunk called us.
Tuck [rec] this has gone too far dude. nxt time you need help, dont call me sam OR jazz. we r done with you.
Sammy [rec] if you are dead, i don't care anymore...well i do...but you probably aren't dead.
Sister Jazz [rec] i hope you are okay, and if you are, ill never forgive you.
My face paled as I saw those last few messages. My lifelines were done with me? They couldn't be done with me. I need them.
I know that I've been ditching them, but only because they've been ditching me! For grades!
I started hyperventilating and transformed quickly and rushed home, tears streaming down my face. My breathing was going haywire and my vision was darkening around the edges. I needed something. I needed an escape.
I don't care what anymore.
I don't care about me anymore.
I don't care about anything anymore.
I rushed into my room, transforming back and rummaging loudly through my drawers, finally finding my razors and rushing into the bathroom, starting the shower.
I got in and brought the blade to my scarred wrist, pressing down hard and letting the blood flow from it. I knew that it was deep but I didn't care. I made more cuts, my knees gave out on me and I fell to the ground. I let the blade fall out of my fingertips as my vision went black.
Everything was peaceful.
…
The water was cold and the tiles were red when I woke up. I raised my head gently and took a deep breath when the world started spinning.
I didn't feel anything.
That was the scariest thing.
I know for a fact that I almost died today. My friends are gone and so is my sister and I have no one. No one but Stella.
I've known Stella for two days and she's already been there more than my friends who ditch me to study for tests. I closed my eyes and rested my head against the floor. My wrists were still oozing blood and it wasn't stopping. I probably need stitches.
Sam's not there to give me stitches anymore...
My eyes burned with unshed tears as I reminded myself that my friends aren't going to be there to cover for me anymore. As soon as I thought I was going to be okay, there was a knock on the door. The shower water was making me shiver and I just muttered a meek "Yeah?"
"Danny? It's me. Stella?" Stella's voice rang through the door. "Can I come in?"
I thought about telling her to go away, to leave me alone. I thought about pushing her away like I did Sam and Tucker. But I didn't. I just muttered a weak "sure." and let her come in.
I could hear her gasp when she noticed the bandages and probably the blood on the floor.
"Danny?" She gasped, throwing open the shower curtain. I curled in on myself, hiding. I rested my head on my knees and heard her shut the water off. "Oh my god." Her voice was muffled, like her hand was over her mouth. I sniffed slightly and felt her pull me into her arms. She grabbed my arm and looked at it. Her eyes were watering and her eyeliner was smudging.
"You need stitches..." She whispered. "I'm going to grab you some clothes okay? Then we are going to get you stitches..." She sniffed, wiping her eyes and throwing me a towel. I nodded, too weak to protest. Stella would probably not let me say no, anyway.
I wrapped the towel around my waist and put on the clothes Stella threw at me when she got back. She stayed close, helping me put on the short sleeved shirt.
"Should we wrap them?" She asked. I shrugged. "Probably..."
"Danny...why?" She asked, grabbing the roll of white bandages on the bathroom counter. "I want to feel something again, Stella." I muttered. She pressed her lips together, focusing intently on my arms and wrapping them.
"...I'm going to help you get better. You gotta take it easy with the partying too. We are taking a break, you and I." She said sadly. I nodded. "Sam and Tucker aren't my friends anymore." I whispered.
"Yeah...Jazz told me. She told me to be here today, to be there for you." She said. She finished wrapping my arms and looked me in the eyes. Her forest green ones were sad and red. She looked like she was going to break down any second. She gripped my shoulders tight and brought her lips to mine forcefully.
"You could've died." She mumbled, resting her forehead against my own.
"I didn't."
"I just got you Fenton, I'm not letting you go that easily." She smiled. I smiled, weakly, back.
"Let's go to the hospital." She finally sighed, noticing that the blood was already seeping through the bandages. "I'm going to call Jazz as well..." Stella said, leaning back and biting her lip.
"Since when do you guys get along?" I asked, closing my eyes.
"Since Sam and Tucker ditched you. I'm all you got bud." She said gently.
"I want my sister..." I said. Stella nodded. "I know. I know, honey. Come on." She pulled me up gently and grabbed a fleece jacket to put on me. I let her, because I couldn't do anything anyway.
She led me out the door where people were staring at us. Probably thought something was wrong with me. Well there was, but I couldn't feel it anyway. Stella looked to me to see if I could walk without leaning most of my weight on her. I tried, and was glad to see that I could. We walked to the local hospital. I could feel the blood rushing faster from my wrists, but didn't say anything.
I thought I saw Mrs. Manson's car in the parking lot, but I just shook my head and let my eyes fall closed. Everything was spinning. "Shit! Danny?" Stella shook my shoulder, and I felt the cold hard ground greet my back.
"Shit shit shit. Danny, we are too close." Stella snapped. "Is he okay?" I heard Sam's lovely mothers voice.
"No! He...goddammit, he's an idiot." Stella said, tears running down her face. I just watched weakly.
"..is that Danny Fenton?" Pamela asked gently. "Yeah..." Stella said weakly.
"Did he...? Does he? You know..." Pamela asked. Stella nodded. "Apparently."
"I'm going to help you, okay?" Pamela said. Stella looked up at her with wide eyes. "Thank you so much, ma'am!" Stella thanked, sobbing a bit.
"No problem, come on Daniel." Pamela pulled me up, my head was heavy. My wrists were burning, not with the bliss I've come to enjoy. They were actually hurting.
"Hurts." I mumbled. Pamela nodded. "I know. Probably shouldn't hurt yourself."
"Want to feel something." I muttered. Pamela looked to me with wide eyes and nodded.
"Okay."
They got me into the hospital and into a wheelchair but I was already out like a light.
...
When I came to, Stella was sitting right next to my bed, typing quickly at her phone. "Hey." I rasped.
Stella jumped so quickly, she dropped her phone. "Danny!" She smiled warmly, standing up to kiss me on the forehead.
"Hi." I said again. She sighed a breath of relief and shook her head. "You lost a lot of blood. Apparently you aren't supposed to even be alive." She glared.
I smiled sheepishly. My throat was dry and it hurt to breathe. "I'm sorry, Stella." I said.
She sighed. "It doesn't matter. What matters is that you are ok." She said, kissing me gently on the lips, threading her hands in my hair. My hands came up to rest on her back when the doctor came in.
"Oh, he's awake." The doctor chuckled. We parted slowly, blushing but not at all sorry.
"Ms. Hoover, Mr. Fenton has another visitor." He said. Stella pressed her lips together and nodded. "I'll be back." She said, rubbing my shoulder gently. I nodded, watching her leave.
The person that came in, I wasn't expecting.
Sam was standing in the doorway, tears running down her face, her make up ruined. Her hair was in a ponytail, messy, and she was wearing loose sweatpants and a black t-shirt with black converse.
"I'm so sorry." She choked out. I smiled weakly and shrugged. "It was more Tucker than you..." I said.
"I'm so sorry." She said, finally crossing the threshold into the room. She was crying harder than I'd ever seen her. I'd never seen her cry before, so.
"It's okay, Sammy..." I whispered. She threw her arms around my neck and started sobbing.
"I thought I was going to lose you without saying I was sorry." She cried in my arms.
"Sam it's okay." I whispered, stroking her hair gently.
"No it's not. I'm not done with you Danny, I'll never be done with you. I'll always be right here. Me and...Stella. We'll be here." She sighed when she said Stella.
"Okay...Tucker?" I asked hopefully.
"He didn't even answer the phone..." Stella said from the doorway.
"Who all knows?" I asked, my throat getting tighter.
"My mom, me, Stella, you, and the doctor." Sam said, sitting up and stroking my hair out of my face.
"No one else?" I gulped. Sam shook her head. "No one...the doctor wanted to send you to a mental hospital, but my mom got him to say otherwise. You have to stay here until tomorrow so there are no complications." Sam explained quietly. I groaned, throwing my head back against the pillow.
"I know..." Sam said, looking more awkward than usual. I knew it was because of mine and Stella's relationship, but I didn't care. Stella was there when she wasn't.
"Thank you." I whispered. Sam looked up, confused.
"For feeling bad when you and Tucker were watching that movie." I said, smiling gently.
She paled. "You saw that? I'm so sorry, I wanted to invite you but Tucker insisted-"
"Sam I understand." I said gently. She nodded. "I'm just...do you want me to stay?" Sam asked. I shrugged. "You can if you want. You are probably hungry, so maybe you could smuggle me a hamburger?" I asked, giving her puppy dog eyes.
"Yeah. I'll be back. Stella, do you want anything?" She asked politely, but I could see the mistrust in her eyes. "No I'm good. Thank you though." Stella said, catching my gaze.
"Okay...see you." Sam waved slightly before exiting the room and the hospital.
Stella smiled at me before getting up and sitting with me on the hospital bed. "I want to know more about you..." She whispered.
"Probably not the best place for that, Stell." I smirked. She slapped my chest. "You know what I mean, I like to know more about the people I like."
I blushed, my arm coming up to rub the back of my neck.
"You like me?" I smiled sheepishly. She just looked at me before placing her lips on mine.
"Yeah.." She said, licking her lips. "I really do."
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