Isn't anyone curious as to how Addy knew so much about danny? about danielle?
Man you guys are generally so much more inquisitive.
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What I was trying to say: alright, I didn't get the comment goal or the vote goal last chapter but eh screw it 😂✌️
This chapter: I'm aiming for 3 votes and 2 comments. That sound good ???
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So now have fun (it's currently 2am as I'm updating) and enjoy
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Addy's POV
I opened my eyes slowly. I blinked rapidly, trying to figure out what had happened last night. But then I felt a pair of unfamiliar arms around my waist and realized: Danny and I had...oh shit. I jerked out of his embrace.
"WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?" I yelled.
I might've remembered it, but I was also buzzed enough that something could've slipped my memory. Danny opened his eyes sleepily.
"What the hell?" he grumbled sleepily. His eyes widened. "Shit! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?"
I knew exactly what happened. He came to unzip my dress. I got changed. We made out. He sang me to sleep. He told me he thought he was falling in love with me. But I wasn't letting him know. The less he remembered, the better. I was playing it safe.
"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?" I cried.
"I DON'T KNOW!" he shouted.
"WHY AM I WEARING YOUR SHIRT?" I yelled. "CHRIST, DANNY, DID WE HAVE SEX? OH MY GOD! WE HAD SEX, DIDN'T WE?"
"I dunno, check for a condom wrapper," he said dryly.
"Shut up, Danny!" I snapped. "What happened? What happened last night?"
He furrowed his dark brow.
"We...I know. I came up to help you unzip your dress and then...then...I don't know. I'm drawing a blank."
He didn't remember. Thank God. I furrowed my brow in fake concentration.
"I think I asked for a shirt. Yeah. I'm pretty sure I asked for a shirt, hence this," I motioned to the shirt.
"I uh...I think...yeah. I think you're right," he nodded, running a hand through his hair.
"Last night was cool," I then said awkwardly. "You weren't a douchbag."
"You weren't a nosy bitch."
"That was rude," I rolled my eyes.
"I am rude," he snapped.
"Back to douchebag-dom."
"Shut up, Dani. We've gone through this every day."
"Dani?" I asked incredulously. "You just called me Dani."
"N-No, I didn't!" he stammered. Those eyes were wide.
"You just called me Dani!" I shook my finger at him.
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