Sweet diary-?

Wow.

I didn't expect his house to be so... cozy. All the decorating is nice and colorful, it's really surprising. 

He leads us to his room and I sigh when I see the air bed. Jack gets the guest room and I sleep on a air bed in Dane's room?

"Jack? Switch?" I plead and he chuckles. "Nope. Good luck," he says and walks out of the room. Dane grins at me. "I'm acting like that didn't hurt me," he jokes and I sigh.

I start unpacking and see Dane eyeing my book. I frown and hide it under the covers. He laughs and walks to his bed.

Sitting down, he watches me unpack. "You know, it's pretty creepy to just watch me," I say and he chuckles. "I'm not watching you. I'm trying to find the place where you hide that un-ripped book," he chuckles and I narrow my eyes. 

"Not gonna happen! You ripped my favorite book, not this one too!" I shout and stick out my tongue. He rolls his eyes and stands up. Good. Leave, bookripper.

"I'm gonna check on Jack. You good here?" he asks and when I nod, he walks away. I exhale relieved. I'm not letting rip another book.

After half an hour, I'm done and walk downstairs. The boys are in the kitchen, so I settle down in the living room. I turn on the TV and search a serie. Smiling, I choose Friends.

Dane appears in the doorway, followed by Jack who sits down next to me on the couch. Dane raises an eyebrow. "Who said you could use my TV?"

I giggle. "I was first. Give me your popcorn," I say and reach for it. He shakes his head and hides it behind his back. "No. Jack and I were going to game on the Play. Move," he orders, walking towards me. I stay seated.

He cocks an eyebrow again. "Willow," he threatens, but I give him a sweet smile. "I know your PlayStation is broken, so sit down and watch Friends with me."

His face twits, as if caught by a lie. Then, he coughs. "Eh, yeah, right. It got fixed. Now, move," he growls. "No," I smile.

He narrows his eyes. "Willow, I'm not playing."  

"Neither am I."

Frustrated, he sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Get your ugly ass of my couch and do some boring girl shit upstairs. I mean it."

I gasp and run upstairs. He did not just say that. I crawl under my blanket and hide my face in my pillow. I let out a few sobs. Why is he so mean?

I hear footsteps on the stair and pretend to be asleep. The person comes in and I hear him sigh. It's Dane.

He tiptoes to me and sits down on the mattress. "Willow? Are you awake?" he whispers, but I don't move. He sighs and suddenly, I feel his fingers go over my hair. They go over my cheekbone and stop at my lips. Then, they go back up.

The touch is so unexpected I open my eyes with shock. He quickly backs away, but stays seated on my mattress. "I... eh... I thought you were sleeping," he says and I shrug, sitting up. There's more distance between us then just now.

"What are you doing here, Dane? I'm doing 'boring girls stuff'," I snap and he sighs. His eyes are closed. "I came to say I'm sorry, okay? I have a temper and I can't help it."

I cock an eyebrow and he sighs again. "I'm sorry. Happy now?" he sighs and I hesitantly nod. Something hits him and he stands up. "I have something..." he mumbles.

I watch him walk to his bed and get on his knees, looking under it. He takes a box and gives it to me. "I felt bad," he reasons as I open it.

The inside is wrapped in plastic, but when I unfold it, I immediately recognize it. He bought me Red, White and Royal Blue.

I gasp and look up at him. He seems a little vulnerable and I pick up my favorite book. I notice there are little sticky notes on the side and gasp again.

"Tabbed and all?"

He nods and sits down next to me. He gently takes the book out of my hand and shows me the tabs. They're exactly the same as I did.

"I saw you crying when I ripped it, and felt bad. So I picked up the pages and bought a new one, and spent hours to tab it the same," he explains and I smile. "You did this for me?"

He shrugs. "I felt like I had to, but I didn't feel confident enough to give it."

I hug him, something neither him or I expected. But, he hugs me back. "Thank you," I smile. "You're welcome. Happy?" he asks and I nod.

"Let's go downstairs. I have an extra controller," he grins and I smile again. "I can play too?" He nods and we walk downstairs.

Jack smiles at me and gives me my controller. It's black and I frown. Dane has a white one. "Can we switch?" I ask him and he seems to doubt. Jack chuckles.

"He never switches. I'm surprised he even doubts. It's his favorite," Jack explains and I sigh. I sit down next to him and Dane still stands with his controller in his hand. 

Then, he smiles at me and sits down next to me, so I'm in the middle of them. He switches our controllers and I look at him with wide eyes. He shrugs. "One time doesn't hurt."

I smile broadly and Jack looks confused at Dane. Dane shrugs and looks back at me. "Be careful, though. If you hurt him, you hurt me," he warns and I nod.

Jack narrows his eyes at me. "Lucky bastard," he grumbles and I giggle. I focus on the TV and don't recognize the game. "Teach me?" I plead and Dane shrugs.

He lays his controller next to him and takes my controller in his hands. His huge hands cover mine and they are warm. I feel a spark of electricity hit my hands, and he seems to feel it too. I shrug. It's nothing.

"Look, X is jumping and the square is stooping. Got it?" He looks at me and I nod. He lets go and I immediately miss the warmth of his hands, but don't say anything. 

We play a game, but I suck at it. I sigh and give the controller back to Dane. He frowns at me. "I suck at this. You play, I'll just watch," I say and he shakes his head.

"It's all practice, come on. Let's play a game together." He pulls me on his lap and I stiffen for a second before relaxing. It doesn't feel that weird, so.

He places his hands on mine on the controller again and Jack starts the game again. It helps that Dane is playing with my fingers, and we win. I yelp in excitement and punch in the air.

Dane chuckles and takes my hand in his, placing it back on the controller. "That's just one out of three, Willow. You need to win the next rounds too," he grins and I giggle. "Oops."

It's a fantastic evening, just us three gaming. And I don't suck at all, apparently. Well, Dane doesn't play at his controller at all anymore, but I don't care. I'm winning.

I fall asleep quickly, something that doesn't happen quite a lot. Apparently change of surroundings help to sleep. Or the company of Dane...