Static | Sequel to Fine Line Dan x Reader

Hello.

Mmm I want to end this story as I have no ideas left for this plot, but at the same time, I have no new ideas for other stories. So I'm struggling slightly.

I was considering a short soulmate au of my own design (maybe with Phil this time ^-^), and I'd be posting my 'online diary' some other time because I'm not happy with what I have currently.

ALSO. The ending of this chapter may be suggestive, and no I will not continue ya thorsty hoes.

Enjoy~

(Y/n)'s POV

I rolled over into my stomach, texting Zoe about a new dress she had bought and wanted my opinion. I was avoiding the fact that the movie was going to be sent out in a few days, and I truly didn't want to look at it until they were done making the movie, way into the future.

Unfortunately, I would have to go to some studios to represent our company and help with stage set. Sure it would be cool to see actors and all that, but at the same time, I didn't want to spoil how they were going to portray our scripts.

I felt an arm dip into the couch beside me, Dan flopping in the small space between me and the back of the couch. He wrapped an arm around my back and placed his cheek on my shoulder blade. I had learned he loved to rest his face on me.

"Hey," he said, kissing my shoulder before returning to his comfortable position, quasi-resting on my back.

"Well hello, how may I assist you?" I asked.

"Oh yes assist me please," he said, and I shook my head.

"That wasn't an innuendo in the slightest, but somehow you made it one. Ya nasty, I'm a child of God how dare you."

"Child of God?" He asked sarcastically and I felt my face burn.

"I don't know what you're talking about, you need Jesus." He let out a slight scoff and put his cheek back on my upper back. "But seriously what's up?"

"Hang out with me, you're in my house, it's the least you can do."

"I'm always in your house, but fine." He let out a little 'yay' rolling over my back causing me to let out a grunt. "Excuse me 6'3" male could you not crush me please?"

I got up, padding down the hall after him. I snuck my hand in his as we approached his room.

"Hey remember that time you like busted that one kids ass?"

"Busted who's ass? Yours?"

"Haha very funny, no, that kid playing Chad," he said. I thought for a moment.

"You mean Austin?"

"YES! That's his name."

"Why bring it up now?" I asked, falling back into Dan's bed as he closed his door.

"That was pretty sexy."

"ExCUSE me sir, I go to church, I'm saving myself for marriage, please stop," I joked and he shook his head. "Reminiscing?"

"Over the fact some douche was trying to fuck you for points? I think not."

"Hmm yeah, that wasn't fun," I said. He sat down next to me and we both laid there, knees angled around the edge of the bed, laid flat on our backs. I naturally curled our fingers together, resting my free one on my stomach. I stared up at his plain ceiling. "Remember how fucking lame we used to be?"

"Hey, theater was not lame!"

"I mean, at our school yeah it was," I said and I could see him smirk from the corner of my eye.

"You sure loved it though," he replied, the snark tone resting on his tongue as he spoke.

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

"Obviously it was your favorite year because you loved making out with me every rehearsal." I sat up abruptly.

"I did not! I can't believe you're still using that on me!" I said, resting on my elbow. "Pft like you're one to talk, you're the one who was jealous of every guy I dated."

"Hardly."

"Oh so you didn't have a crush on me?"

"No of course not."

"Too cool, huh?" I asked, grinning impishly. He glanced over at me looking down at him from my upright laying position.

"Shut up."

"Hmm, such a shame since I was denying how much I liked you in high school, I thought maybe we might have been on the same page." He glanced at me again, eyeing my smug look.

"Shut your mum." I chuckled and ruffled his hair to which he jerked away, faking a pout.

"Awe, come on, is Danny mad?" He let out a huff. "Come on, you love me." I leaned over to peck him on the cheek, and he caught my lips with his own instead. He rolled back over on top of me, gripping my hips. I began to pepper his jaw and neck with kisses, tugging at the hem of his shirt.

"Wait I thought you were a child of God?" He asked, and I smirked.

"Eh, screw it," I grinned, tugging up on his shirt with a smile.

That wasn't meant to be offensive to like religious people either, it's a jOkE.

~Calymari