I wished I were back in that party, because maybe the loudness would be able to drown out my insufferable thoughts. I wanted to bang my head against the wall and pass out, because I was sure that was the only way I would be able to silence my mind.
What I had done to the Clarks was inexcusable. They opened their home to me, gave me so much and all I did was throw it back in their faces. I haven't remembered a time when I was truly happy. I was content sometimes, but I was not happy. I think I was happy, though, with the Clarks. I think that's why I felt the need to ruin it — I just couldn't resist destroying the only happiness I had ever known.
I heard a knock on the door. "Come in." I said. Will opened the door. He stood there shyly, looking half-asleep. He swayed where he stood, apparently not quite sober yet. "Hey, what's up?" I smiled. Will walked in and closed the door behind him. He approached the bed and sat down on the edge. "I'm sorry." He rasped, looking upset.
I frowned. "What's wrong?" I asked. "I-" Will began, but started crying. I had never seen him cry, or even be mildly emotional. "Oh, Will. Come here." I said, and pulled him into a hug. He sobbed into my chest and it broke my heart to see him like this. "I-I'm sorry." He gasped between sobs. "Hey, what happened?" I asked him. He shook his head, as though whatever it was, it was too horrible for him to speak about it.
"I-I g-got your sh-shirt all w-wet." He breathed as he pulled away gently and wiped his face furiously. "Hey, it's okay." I tried to comfort him. Will sniffed and nodded. "I-I'm just so grateful to h-have you as my fr-friend." He muttered, wrapping his arms around me again.
I returned the hug, confused. I guess drunk Will was a huge softie. "Of course. I'll always be here for you." I smiled. Will started crying again. "C-can I t-tell you s-something?" He asked. "Yeah, sure." I replied, curious. "M-my dad hates me." He whispered, his face against my chest. "I'm sure he doesn't hate you, Will." I comforted, but he shook his head. "He-he told me." He said, then sobbed. I frowned, "he told you that he hated you?" Will sobbed even harder. I didn't know what to do. No one has ever broken down in my arms like that before.
I hugged him tighter. "Hey, it's okay. He doesn't deserve someone as amazing as you, Will." I whispered calmly. For a few minutes, I sat with him in the darkness, until he calmed down. He pulled away, sniffing. "Sorry. I don't know why-"
"It's alright. I'll always be here for you." I told him. Will was face to face with me, and he leaned in. I froze and widened my eyes when he planted his lips on mine. When I didn't kiss back, Will backed away. He got up. "I'm sorry. Shit, shit. I'm so sorry, Danny. Fuck, I'm sorry. I'm drunk and a mess and I didn't-"
"Hey, calm down. It's- it's fine." I sighed. "I-I have to go." Will said, and he opened my door. I rushed to his side and held his hand so that he didn't leave. "Will, please. Don't go. Let's just- we should talk about it." I said. Will breathed heavily. "I'm sorry. Look, I know you've been oblivious to- to whatever it is that I feel. Truth is, I've l-liked you for a while now. I thought maybe... but it doesn't matter now. Please, let me go. I don't think I can face you after y-you know the truth. We should just- I think you should stay away from me for a bit. I'm sorry, but it hurts. Goodbye, Danny." Will said. He left, closing the door behind him.
I stood there, stunned. How could I lose the only true friend I've ever had? How had I been so oblivious to his feelings? Now I've lost him. I felt alone again. It's been mere seconds since he walked out of my life, and already I feel the coldness engulf me.
I sat back down on my bed and tried to formulate a single intelligible thought. Who would I sit with at lunch? Would Lily, who's become a close friend to both of us, choose Will over me? Will she even choose? It was a ridiculous thought. It just felt as though my world was split wide open when one of the most important people of my life wasn't there anymore.
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Danny Clark is a Nobody
Teen FictionBottling up emotions is one of Danny's greatest skills. Since the age of 5, Danny has had to fend for himself in the rough environment of foster care. Each time he'd get a new foster family seemed to create more problems than it solved. He built up...