Stick To the Script // Danny O'Donoghue

Chapter 11-Great

Bryna

I drop my fork and stare at Quinn wide eyed.

She gives me a confused glance, "What? Have you heard of him?"

Have I heard of him? Have I heard of him? Hell yea I've heard of him. He was my fucking boyfriend for six years. We lived together, slept together, ate together. He was my fiancé and my best friend and I loved him to pieces, but of course you don't know about this because you were post Danny and I never told anyone post Danny about Danny!

"Hello? Earth to Bryna?"

Oh shit. "What?"

"I asked if you'd heard of him. Danny O'Donoghue that is."

"Yea, uh, I have heard of him a bit. I was just really shocked by the fact you slept with a famous person. Sorry."

She laughs, "Oh, yea, it's quite insane isn't it?"

"Totally," I say.

"So guess what he did that was so amazing?" she asks. "Like I've never really had guys do this to me before."

Kiss your collarbone gently? Play with your hair? Rub his cheek against yours as he whispers in your ear? Nibble on your nose?

"I don't know." I say.

"Guess." she says.

"I really don't think you want me to do that."

"It's simple really."

"I don't know." I say.

"Like you know how usually guys are shoving their tongues down your throat when they you know...well he like, kissed my collarbone really softly." she says. "Like it was even more romantic having him you know...in me while he was doing that."

I spit out the sip of tea that was in my mouth, "Too graphic." I say. "Way too graphic Quinn."

"Sorry," she says, "I'll tone it down."

"No. You know, why don't you just stop actually?" I say. "I don't really want to hear anymore."

She looks at me, confused. "Um, I'm sorry." she says. "I didn't mean to repulse you that much."

"No, it's not that. I just...let's talk about something new."

"Oh...alright..." she says. "But first can I show you what he gave me?"

"If it's herpes, I don't want to see."

She rolls her eyes, "No Bryna, that's not it."

"Okay, so what is it?"

She holds up two tickets.

No, no, no, lord, please no.

"Danny gave these to me; they're tickets to one of The Script's shows....that's Danny's band."

I nod, still hoping I don't know where she's going with this.

"I thought I'd take you. It is on your birthday after all."

Great...just what I wanted...

"You don't look too excited." she notices.

"No, I'm sorry, it's not that. I just don't really think I'd like their music that's all."

"But, Bryna...It's a concert. You said so yourself: all concerts are fun, even if you don't care for the music type. I've never even heard their music and I'm still gonna go."

"Well, I don't know, I have a lot to do. It's my birthday. I have plans."

"Like what?" she asks.