💗Runner💗

It's been about more than two hours since Daniel stormed out and the remainder (Zach, Corbyn, Jonah and I) sit in silence playing with our fingers and staring at walls. Jonah looking down at his watch sighs.

"Come on Daniel, where are you"

I stand and begin pacing the length of the room worried, only thinking of the worst, it's not like him, he's never gone for more then an hour. I swear a little under my breath at the thought of something bad happening to him. My speed quickening as I begin to loose it.

"I need to find him guys, what if something happened, what if he needs help"

I have no clue what came over me, I've never reacted this way when Daniel takes his breaks it's always been calm and we would always just...wait. Waiting was never a problem but right now I just couldn't stand and do nothing. I knew Daniel I knew where he was what he was doing and my stomach flipped at the thought of it not working out.

"I'm bringing him back it's been too long"

The guys start shaking their heads in disagreement at my offer I turned to look at them my voice rising.

"Why the heck not, it's been nearly three flipping hours"

Tears poke at my eyes as I look and the 3 silent boys in front of me. They look at the floor once again avoiding my gaze and there was my answer. I run to the door and throw on Daniel's leather jacket grab my board and head out.

The sun had now made its perch in the middle of the sky rows of pink and orange stream over the trees as the cool night breeze makes its way up my back. Within seconds I lost all control and my brain shut down I was moving and I was present but my feet lead the way to the only place I knew he would be. I ride up the hill and onto the bridge as the tall blue eyed man comes into view. His hands gripping the rail, knuckles white, standing and staring as the sun sets over the calm clear water.

I stop, this beautiful human has been put through so much and this place was the one thing he knew wouldn't hurt him. I drop my board and watch as his stomach moves as he takes deep breaths and I don't know what came over me. I make a run towards this boy all I wanted was for him to be in my arms safe and sound.

"Are you out of your gosh darn mind Dani, you had me worried sick and you've just been standing here this whole time doing nothing. You can't storm out like that ever again do your hear me do you understand the words coming out my mouth Daniel James Seavey you are n-"

He grabs my hands that were repeatedly banging on his chest as the tears pouring from my eyes sting a little, he places both my hands gently on his chest and wipes the tears from my cheeks all the while looking into my eyes. God this boy was beautiful his blue eyes red and puffy but no longer dull like they were when he left. I look at the ground unsure what was happening all I thought about was how long would this take to fix. His eyes search my face and when he notices me purposely not looking up he takes two fingers and lightly places them under my chin and pulls me up to look at him. Boy was that a bad idea, I got lost in his eyes, I got lost in his facial features, his cheekbones, his jawline, this boy was a figment of my imagination, he had to be, but he wasn't he was real, and he was perfect.

"Have you always had those beautiful green eyes Chase?"

The pad of his thumb now landing on my bottom lip and his other hand securing my own on his chest. What's happening with him he's acting so strange.

"Dani, are you ok. A-Are you drunk?"

I step back a bit as I smell the alcohol on his breath. Was he really drunk. He puts his hands on his heads and turns back to the water, foot tapping on the ground and breath catching.

"non sono ubriaco bella"

I'm not drunk Beautiful

God these were the moments I regret teaching him Italian.

"Ok, if you're not drunk then why do you reek of alcohol?"

I cross my arms and look him in the eyes he smirks. He thinks I'm kidding but I will send him flying over this bridge myself. I roll my eyes and grab him and pull him along behind me pulling my board. He groans and tries to get out of my grip acting like a five year old that wants his toy back.

"Hails please don't take me home I just wanna stay here and watch the sun set, and I don't reek of alcohol I had one drink I'm not even tipsy, I'm perfectly, fine"

With that he spins me to look at him face to face once again this time no hesitation his hands wrap around my waist as he pulls me towards him the heat of our bodies the only heat out here.

"Daniel you probably had more then you thought your acting weird."

He smirks once again tucking a strand of hair behind my ear then cupping my cheek and whispering in my ear.

"You think just because I'm just now realizing how gorgeous you've grown up to be I'm acting weird? Chase I'm not drunk, I'm just opening my eyes. You've grown so much, your no longer like a little sister to me, I just don't know why I didn't realize it."

By now his face is inches away from mine as he leans in and I freeze. Holy shoot what's happening what do I do, wait, do I want to kiss him. As soon and his lips land on mine all thoughts fly out the window my stomach flips a million times and I lose it in his arms.

"POSE FOR THE COVER MR. SEAVEY"
*CLICK* *CLICK* *FLASH*

Before we know it cameras and lights are flashing in our eyes and photographers screaming at us from all directions. I pull away from Daniel who seems just as shocked as I was and tries to cover my face from the cameras.

"What's your name? Where are you from? Are you and Daniel a thing or just having fun? Are you with him only for his money?"

The questions flying from left, right and center tears in my eyes as Daniel pushes his way through and we make a run for it hiding behind a tree as the vultures shuffle far behind. He turns to me and cups my face wiping the tears cussing rather loudly.

"Hey, hey, hey it's going to be ok, I would never let anything happen to you, you know that, hey you know that, it's ok I got you, they're gone, they're gone"

He places my head on his chest gently rubbing my head whispering soft words in my ear the distant shouts and flashes as they hunt for the pop sensation. My voice shaken and unclear looks into his eyes an all to familiar feeling rushes over me.

"D-Daniel"
*black*

Not again.
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Ciao!!
It's Risa and this is my second chapter of my first book,

�'"Loving Daniel Seavey❤️

Pretty please no hate but I could use so much improvement so feel free to comment❤️�'��'�
Enjoy!!!

Reviews

[Michele Alison Poole]

Hi Risa,
I do not and would not post any negative comments, only positive ones. What I loved about your story, is that it did not have the usual boring boy kisses girl stuff etc: You know, the usual cliché! The interesting part of your story, is that I did not see it coming, when I read the following sentence: " As soon and his lips land on mine all thoughts fly out the window my stomach flips a million times and I lose it in his arms". I thought that this was definitely original and creative.

You had great descriptions, starting from the paragraph, "The Sun", towards the ending.
In the beginning, you could be more descriptive with setting. Example: You were staring at the walls like zombies, or the walls had massive holes left from a previous murder. You also could describe the couch? Also, you mentioned Jonah looking down at his watch, from the third-person pov. then, you changed it to the first-person, which is a bit confusing for the reader. (this is from a reader's pov)

"The guys shaking their heads", mention their names!
Finally, the grammar needs a little bit more attention. I mean, missing commas etc: Don't worry about this at the moment, later on, you can edit this when you have time. As a writer myself, I am always improving myself, doing short courses on grammar. There are even free grammar tests on the site.

I love the story. In my opinion, you are definitely creative, thinking outside the square. To write a best-selling book, you have to be original. I have read too many cliché stories, which I have fell asleep. That is, Dad leaving Mum! Diary from a teenager etc? I work part-time for Flash fiction magazine. Flash fiction is another way of practising your craft of writing. They are always looking for submissions. I would definitely would want to read this book.

[RisaLove]

Thank you so much and I'm so glad you enjoyed reading this. I know my grammar could use a lot more work normally when I write its just what comes I don't really proof read which I should really start doing. I found this really helpful and I will take everything you said into consideration as I really needed it. I had no clue about the grammar tests and I will definitely take advantage of those. I really appreciate your advice.

[Michele Alison Poole]

I really have enjoyed the story. It is different, unusual and could happen, and does happen! Recently, I reviewed another students work, which is part of our assessment. Most other students thought her work was brilliant. One student got upset with me, when I commented that there were a few too many clichés. You know the usual clichés, the girls who are bullies, the girl with her dress lifted up high, mum and dad split up. I am nearly finished my degree, thank goodness! What I know, and what they do not know, is because I have worked only for a few hours per week as a reader, reading submissions for Flash fiction. What we want to see, is just not another mum leaves dad, a 13 year old girl having the usual problems. We want to see some original work, in a different perspective. Believe you me, I could definitely see that in your work. Keep it up, and looking forward to reviewing some more.....like I said, I usually proofread the work later, because I got confused with my creative hat and editing. You are doing the right thing, of when writing just write, you are using the creative side of your brain.