Dan sits down on his bed, running his fingers idly over a blank page in Nate's sketch book, a pencil in his hand, he begins to write.This isn't just to you, well it's partly to you, but it's also to him. This part is for him ( Read more... )

Dan is sitting in the stairwell, notebook balanced precariously on his knee. He takes a great deal of time in between sentences to ponder what he's writing. A fight doesn't feel like this, does it? I don't know, I can't say I've ever been in one before. I haven't been back to my room in almost twenty-four hours ( Read more... )

Dan pulls his notebook out from underneath his pillow. He sucks on the end of his pen, a blush creeping to his cheeks as he removes it from his mouth and places it to the paper.Having a roommate that I'm actually excited to see is amazing. I'm pretty sure I've died and gone to heaven. Do people actually legally get to be as happy as I am with Nate ( Read more... )

Dan pulls his journal out from between the boxspring and the mattress, taking in his surroundings before opening the notebook.Let it never be said that I am not grateful for what I have. I am grateful. I do adore Nate. I've never been happier ( Read more... )

Dan takes his notebook out from under his pillow. This time he does scan his last entry before scoffing and shaking his head.I rescind everything I wrote. I think this was probably the worst thing I've ever done to someone. I almost wish I could take it back, not because I wish it hadn't happened, but because I wish things didn't have to be like ( Read more... )

Dan sits on the floor of Nate's room, relaxed, knees pulled up, notebook sitting on his knees, writing quickly while smiling. I think I've spent the best night I could ever spend with Nate. I've never felt like that before and known that someone felt the same way about me. I never want to even leave this room again ( Read more... )

Dan paces him room for a few moments, considering things. Finally, he reaches under his mattress and pulls out his notebook. He flips past the first few pages, not scanning their contents as he usually does. Placing the pen lid in his mouth, he begins to write.

I've heard it before. You're special. You're amazing. I want to be with you. Ultimately ( Read more... )

Well. That didn't go the way I thought it would.

Dan rolls over in bed, digging through the drawer for a blank piece of paper, settles on a kleenex.

I think I might be on my way to love. I want to remember this feeling.

Dan rolls back over and pulls the covers around himself, curling up to his bedmate.

Dan bites his lip, pulling out his notebook in the music room. He looks around to assure himself that the room is empty before uncapping his pen and letting his thoughts flow.

It's the nicest thing I've ever had said about me. Much nicer than "A mouth like a hoover," anyway.

I don't think you're going anywhere, I think that's what I like best.

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