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A one shot because I was listening to a song and this story just seemed to fit it perfectly in my head.
Please read and review my darlings.
Luv, I-B-Y-F, xxx
“Danny!” called out a boy with a mop of sandy blonde hair and an easy grin. The boy called Daniel turned a focused an unwavering green eyed gaze on the other boy. “Don’t look at me like that Danny baby” whined the other boy with a little pout, pulling Danny into his arms as he reached him. Danny laughed and wrapped his arms around the tall football player’s neck, nuzzling his face into the boy’s throat.
“Damn I love you Danny baby” the sandy haired boy murmured into Danny’s unruly raven black hair. The green eyed boy pushed the other away with shock.
“Did you just say you loved me, Eric?” Eric nodded, looking a little worried, blue eyes trying to search out an answer in Danny’s own eyes. He nodded in answer to Danny’s question, holding his breath. What if the gorgeous dark haired boy didn’t feel the same?
“I’ve been waiting for almost forever for you to say those words” whispered Danny, smiling. Eric returned the smile warmly and opened his arms for the green eyed emo to step into his embrace. Danny did, closing his eyes and feeling protected in the bigger boy’s arms. Eric propped his chin on Danny’s shoulder and closed his eyes, feeling like nothing could ever happen to destroy his happiness, and for a long time, nothing did…
“I didn’t do it to hurt you Danny, baby, please understand, please.”
“But you damn promised, you promised you wouldn’t do it, you said you’d never touch another drop of damned alcohol, then you walk in here at bloody one AM, the smell of vodka on your breath. What do you think I am? A fool?!” Eric shook his head, trying to cuddle Danny, but the green eyed boy was having none of it.
“Danny, please don’t be like this, I got carried away, I didn’t mean to darling.” Danny shook his head and stormed into their shared bedroom, shoving clothes into a suitcase. Eric watched him, blue eyes wide, dumbstruck, he couldn’t move. His heart constricted at the very sight of Danny, black hair tousled and messy, cheeks tearstained, crying.
Danny lugged his case into the corridor, flinging open the front door and pulling the suitcase into the corridor of the apartment block. “Danny, please… don’t” Eric whispered to his boyfriend of four years. Danny looked at him, green eyes confused, tears falling steadily down his face. He dropped his door-key in front of Eric. Eric shook his head, begging Danny with desperate blue eyes to think about it.
The dark haired boy glanced down at his left hand, looking at the white gold band inset with a few diamonds. He knew it well. On the inside was engraved their names. He squeezed his eyes tightly closed and with slender fingers, twisted at the ring until it slid off his finger. He placed it into Eric’s palm and pushed his fingers closed around it, choking back tears and avoiding Eric’s eyes.
“Danny, don’t leave me, please, I love you” whispered Eric, voice hoarse and pleading. Danny shook his head, turning away and walking towards the lift.
“You clearly don’t love me enough, Eric. I’m sorry.
Eric sank down to the floor, leaning against the wall. His heart felt as though it had been torn to pieces. It hurt, more than anything in the world. He clutched the ring in his hand close to him, wrapping his arms around his knees and burying his head in his arms. He sat in silence for a few moments, eventually lifting his head and leaning it back against the cold wall. He looked at the ceiling, blue eyes filled with tears that began, finally, to slide down his cheeks, agonisingly slow, full of the sorrow of heartbreak.
‘Hi, this is Eric’
‘And Danny’
‘Neither of us are here right now, so you know, leave a message, we’ll get back to you’
‘Bye everybody, love you all!’
Danny’s voice on the machine echoed over and over. It made him want to cry again.
Gotta change my answering machine
Now that I'm alone
Cuz right now it says that we
Can't come to the phone
And I know it makes no sense
Cuz you walked out the door
But it's the only way I hear your voice anymore
(it's ridiculous)
It's been months
And for some reason I just
(can't get over us)
And I'm stronger than this
(enough is enough)
No more walkin round
With my head down
I'm so over being blue
Cryin over you
And I'm so sick of love songs
So tired of tears
So done with wishing you were still here
Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow
So why can't I turn off the radio?
He knew it would only haunt him if he left it, but he didn’t move the photo and he didn’t take Danny’s CD out of the hi-fi, he just let it play. It was the worst thing he could do, but he couldn’t get rid of the stuff.
Gotta fix that calender I have
That's marked July 15th
Because since there's no more you
There's no more anniversary
I'm so fed up with my thoughts of you
And your memory
And how every song reminds me
Of what used to be
He threw a calendar in the bin, trying to banish the dates from his memory, the birthday, the anniversary. It hurt too much. What hurt most though, was the wedding bells set for the first day of the next year, drawn into the little square, even coloured in by an absent minded dark haired boy and he had sat in a love-struck daze just months ago.
Eric drove down to TESCO, to buy a new calendar. As he drove, he switched on the radio and felt a sinking feeling, a tearing at his slowly healing heart. You’re Beautiful played softly from the speakers, wrenching Eric back to the day he proposed to Danny, when that song had been playing in the background.
Why did everything gave to remind him of Danny? He wondered bitterly, tears coursing slowly down his cheeks from tired, sad, empty blue eyes.
That's the reason I'm so sick of love songs
So tired of tears
So done with wishing you were still here
Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow
So why can't I turn off the radio?
(Leave me alone)
Leave me alone
(Stupid love songs)
Dont make me think about his smile
Or having my first child
I'm letting go
Turning off the radio
He pulled the car over instinctively and yelled in frustration, tears streaming freely down his face, heart twisting painfully. He turned the radio off with a violent jab of his finger and began to wash away the memories of Danny with tears that had never really come.
He sat in silence for a while and looked at the radio. He felt empty. Lonely. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, pressing the on button and hearing the melody start up again. This time, he didn’t cry, yell or turn it off, he gave in, resting his head on the steering wheel, sandy blonde hair spilling over everything, obscuring the world from his view. He hated the feeling that his heart was being torn apart, but it was all that was keeping him alive, the only feeling he had left.
Said I'm so sick of love songs
So tired of tears
So done with wishing she was still here
Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow
So why can't I turn off the radio?
(why can't I turn off the radio?)
He restarted the car engine and was startled by a knock on his window. He looked and saw a breathtakingly familiar face looking in at him with concern. He wound down the window and opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off.
“How are you?” asked the green eyed boy, frowning. Eric shrugged. “This is Alec” said Danny softly, gesturing at the tall youth beside him, with dark brown hair and grey eyes, a slight warm smile on his face, a gloved hand tightly clutching Danny’s. “He’s my boyfriend” added Danny, hesitantly. Eric swallowed and looked at Alec.
“You take good care of him for me Alec. He deserves to be loved.” Alec nodded slightly. Danny leant through the window and pressed warm lips briefly to Eric’s cheek.
“Take care of yourself Eric” he murmured. Eric nodded and closed the window, driving away and feeling ever so alone, more than he had ever done so before.
He arrived home and stood in front of the mantelpiece, looking at the photo of Danny. He put the engagement ring next to it and lay the picture face down, turning away.
He felt a guilty tug at his heart and turned to glance back at the mantelpiece. He sighed softly, running a hand through tousled sandy hair. He picked the photo back up and bit his lip, taking back the ring and clutching it tightly in his hand. He felt foolish for still feeling as he did, but he could not deny it.
“I think I’m always gonna love you Danny,” he said softly to the picture, “And I know somehow, there ain’t no getting over you.” He smiled to himself, no, there was no getting over your first love, because first love is true love, and true love lasts forever and a day.
Hope you liked it. It is using the song by Ne-Yo called So Sick.
Please review!
Bye!
