Untangle Me.

Danielle sat there with the biggest smile on her face. The sun was glaring through the windows of the car. That sudden pain in the side of her stomach and in her cheeks was making the laughter hurt even more. The tears that were falling from her eyes as she looked over at John with the biggest smile she could muster.

“It’s all about the he says she says bullshit. I think you better quit. Lettin' shit slip or you'll be leavin with a fat lip”, he sang at the top of his lungs dancing with the beat.

John looked over at Danielle who had a wide smile on her face as they sang together to Limp Bizkit that was playing on the speakers.

“I can’t believe you have all of their albums on your IPod”, Danielle said with a laugh looking over at John. “So sick”, she said with a laugh.

“Fred Durst is sick”, he said with a laugh. “You’re one of the few people I know that share the love that I have for Limp Bizkit.”

Danielle couldn’t help but to laugh as she nodded her head looking over at John. She wished she could see those green eyes that were behind the black ray bans. She couldn’t help but to look at his gorgeous face and how good his lips looked. The way his tongue slid over it made her insides quiver.

John looked over at Danielle who just simply gave him a smile before turning her attention to her window. John couldn’t help but to stare down at her legs, his mouth watering at the thought of them being wrapped around him.

The two finally got to the restaurant, taking their seats out in the open with the bright sun burning down on them. As they sat there enjoying each other’s presence they couldn’t help but to keep their eyes glued on each other.

“So how’s the whole writing thing going?”

John look up from his almost cleared off plate to look into those beautiful brown eyes. “It’s going alright I guess”, he said with a shrug. “Haven’t really been inspired, you know?”

“And why not?”

John honestly didn’t know. He never really had a problem writing new material but for some reason things were getting harder. Everyone told him that you had your whole life to write your first album but when it comes to your second, you have months if that.

“I honestly don’t know”, he said taking a drink of his tea. “Find me some inspiration.”

Danielle couldn’t help but to laugh as she shook her head. John sat there with that smirk on his lips, he was obviously flirting with her but he couldn’t help but to noticed it going unnoticed.

“I’ll think of something.”

The whole lunch was filled with small flirting going back and forth. Danielle couldn’t keep her eyes off of his. She couldn’t look away from that smile and especially those lips.
John couldn’t keep his eyes off of hers, off of her lips. He couldn’t help but to stare at her collarbones wanting to touch them with his lips.

When they finished up at the restaurant they went back to her empty apartment. They sat on the couch listening to old songs and drinking cheap wine.

“I feel classy”, Danielle said with a laugh as she crossed her legs tucking them under her body. “Cheap Boones Farm wine in plastic cups, we’re obviously the classiest mother fuckers on this earth.”

“Agreed”, John said with a laugh. “Pink up Danny, pinky up”, he said giving her a strange look on his face as he threw a pinky in her face.

“Oh right”, she said sticking up her pinky holding the red cup in her hand. “I apologize”, she said causing John to laugh.

“It is alright, love.”

Danielle couldn’t help but to laugh at his sad excuse of a British accent. “I always loved English boys”, she said with a laugh as she put down the empty cup. “Find me a very cute British boy”, she said as John got this weird feeling in his gut but he couldn’t help but to
laugh. “Preferably one with good teeth”, she said with a laugh as John placed the up down on the floor.

“No.”

“Yes!”

“No!”

“Find me a cute British boy John!”

That’s when he pounced on top of her grabbing her sides causing Danielle to yell out with loud giggles. John tickled her sides as his mouth came in contact with her neck. “No English boys for you!”

Danielle looked up at John as he pinned her down on the couch, the two going in a fit of laughter as she tried her hardest to get out of his grip. The small wrestling match on the couch ended up on the floor with a bang.

“Jerk”, she said with a laugh as she rolled on top of him. “I’m going to kick your skinny ass.”

“You hold no match to these guns”, he said with a laugh as he turned her over on her back. “Gotcha”, he said with a smirk causing Danielle to laugh.

“Stop flirting with me and find me an English boy.”

John was thrown off by her choice of words. He was taken back as he stared down at the really beautiful girl beneath him. He was always attracted to confidence and the confidence that was being released from Danielle was enough to make him hard.

“No English boy for you”, he said in a low raspy voice catching Danielle’s attention.

“Why?” she pushed as his body melted into hers.

Their hips pressed tightly against each other as his hands went from her wrist that were being held above her head to her waist as his lips hovered over hers. John’s hot breath hitting her lips causing anticipation as well as anxiousness to taste her lips once again.

“Because”, he said simply looking down into her brown eyes. “You’re mine”, he said before pressing his lips against hers.

The excitement coming from Danielle was off the charts. She couldn’t control her beating heart as John continued to ravish her lips with his own. His hands went up her sides to her face as their kiss got more intense. She loved the way John’s lips tasted and his rough hands. She loved how aggressive he was, she couldn’t help but to let a moan escape her lips as John’s lips were pressed against her neck.

John couldn’t believe what was happening on the living floor. His hands were all over her body and he couldn’t control himself. He wanted her bad, and he wanted her now.

“Could we go to your room?”

Danielle looked up at John before nodding her head. He got up from the floor pulling her up with him as he wrapped his arms around her thing waist, going back to kissing her skin. John didn’t understand what was so addicting about this girl and why he never gotten a taste before. He didn’t understand what was going on with his “best friend” but he couldn’t help but get excited about it.

When the two hit the mattress and their clothes were spread all over the floor that was the end of it. The two of them were completely sober; the cheap wine wasn’t enough to cloud their judgment. They knew exactly what they were getting into and they could care less. His lips were all over her bare skin and Danielle loved every second. She loved every touch, ever rough pull and tug. When it was all said and done as they laid there they couldn’t help but to think what the fuck did they do? Did they really just have sex again? While they were sober, but they couldn’t help but to think about how good it was. How good it felt to be touched by the other person.

Danielle felt John move in the bed, sitting up as he reached for his shirt.

Of course he would leave right after.

John was never one to cuddle after he had sex. His motto was always get it in and then get the fuck out. Attachment was an issue with him. His last girlfriend was back in high school and it was already 3 year since he graduated. John turned back to see Danielle laying there completely naked as she stared up at the ceiling, the sheets pulled up and over her body. What was he doing? Danielle wasn’t the type of girl that did this; Danielle was a relationship type of girl.

“Danny, can we talk?”

Danielle looked over at John and she could feel her heart race. All the questions were running through her head, it was getting harder and harder to even hear John’s voice.

He’s going to tell me he regrets it.

“What’s up?”

“What are we doing?”

“Uh”, she said like it was the most obvious thing ever. “You said you wanted to talk, so were kind of talking.”

“You know what I mean.”

Danielle shrugged, she wasn’t great at playing dumb but John was buying it. “This is already the second time we had sex, Danny.”

“So?”

“What are we doing?”

“I don’t know”, she said honestly, but she was hoping that this was going to lead to something much more.

“You know I can’t be with you, right?”

Danielle’s heart was broken, but she didn’t let it show. She put on that strong face she was so use to having around John. So she did what she only knew what to do, she laughed. John looked over at her with a weird expression on her face.

Why the fuck is she laughing? Was I that bad?

The thoughts that were running through John’s brain were thoughts he never had. Insecurities he never thought could be possible, especially with a girl like Danielle.

“Why are you laughing?”

“John, who says I want to be with you?”

That’s when John took a step back, he was shocked. He wasn’t use to hearing this; he wasn’t use to being turned down. He looked over at her confused to what she was saying. Was she talking to him? Was she being serious?

“I-“he began but stumbled over his words. “I just-“he began again before shutting his mouth.

“Dude, we’re friends”, she said with a shrug. “Who had sex before, it’s no big deal.”

Danielle was bullshitting, trying to be this “fun girl” that John always talked about. She was compromising her morals to become John’s dream girl. When you’re in love you do things, you shouldn’t. You say things that aren’t meant to be said and you compromise who you are and what you believe to make the other person happy. So what made this any different?”

“Please don’t complicate things.”

John was stunned; he couldn’t believe this was his Danielle. Danielle Bailey was unraveling right before his eyes and he was too cocky to see it. And then Danielle said something that every guy dreams of.

“We could just use each other for sex.”

John couldn’t turn down an offer like that, so he agreed. Just another notch to the belt of complications, complicated is the must use words to describe the story of Danielle.