It’s been a long day, and that’s pretty much the only thing you want to say about it.
Work was absolutely debilitating. The coffee supply was all but gone and clients seemed to have been working together to give you hell. You just want to be at home right now, but, of course, that takes an eternity to reach. Besides, Dan’s gone right now, thus leaving you with no company whatsoever, anyway.
Damn your best friend and his vagabond ways. Touring for a famous band pulls him away from you far too often for your liking.
You pull into your reserved parking space and get out of your car lethargically, all you want to do is plop down on your bed and sleep. The very thought of your pillow makes you want to collapse and curl up right there. The warm blankets call your name with every step you take towards your front door.
You finally reach the tall plank of wood, moving to unlock it, only to find that it’s already open. Your eyes widen as you’re violently pulled out of that languid haze you were in.
You take the straps of your bag firmly in hand as your heart begins to pump at an abnormal pace. The weight your bag holds would surely be able to knock out any unwelcome intruders, right?
You creep into your own flat, raising your bag as you give your flat a skittish once-over. Well, nothing seems to be missing so far. Maybe the intruder decided to cut you some slack. Of course, that seems to be a bit of wishful thinking. You feel your heart jump to your throat at the sound of movement coming from the kitchen. Hefting your bag up, you sneak a peek around the corner.
You take a glance around. The cupboard is open, the cabinet doors are thrown wide open, the fridge isn’t even closed correctly… and a massive fluff of hair is munching away at some crisps.
You make an exasperated noise and run over to the man, tossing your bag aside as you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. He makes a surprised squeak, and you quickly retreat to give him a light-hearted whack over the head.
He turns around with an exasperated look, clutching where you just struck him with a wounded look in his dark blue eyes.
“You almost gave me a heart attack!” you exclaim, cocking your hip and crossing your arms.
“No! I wanted to surprise you!” Dan’s eyes widen as he continues to rub his head.
“How’d you get a key?” You say, frowning.
Dan’s right cheek lifts up into a crooked smirk as he quirks an eyebrow at you. “You know, keeping a key under the doormat isn’t the best place to hide it.”
“Well, where am I supposed to put it?” You shake your head, a disbelieving huff escaping your mouth. “Fine, whatever. What I’m more interest in is where are Kyle, Will, and Woody?”
“They all went to see their girlfriends.” Dan shrugs.
“And you came to see me?” you ask.
“Are you suggesting something?” you say with a slight smirk.
“Uh…” Dan stutters, “I mean, only if you want to– like, you don’t have to at all– I mean we’re just friends, after all and– well… um… it was stupid, really…”
“What?” you ask, noticing the bouquet of flowers sitting nicely in a vase on your countertop, and they definitely weren’t there when you left this morning. Tugging your lip between your teeth, you mutter, “Oh…”
“Sorry, I–” Dan starts.
“No, no, really, this is the sweetest thing anyone’s done all day for me. Thank you,” you say as a smile begins to grace your features. You close the distance between Dan and yourself, once again wrapping him up in a big hug.
“You’re welcome, love,” Dan says quietly, his cheeks a deep shade of red as he reciprocates the hug.
“You know, I’d love to go out sometime.” you suggest, grinning your face off. Truth be told, you’ve had a crush on Dan since you met, but you’d never thought he liked you back.
“Really?” Dan asks, a big smile spreading across his face.
“Yes, really.” You give a nod with a roll of your eyes. “So where do you want to go?”
“For what?” Dan questions, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion.
“For the date, you idiot.” You slap him playfully. “We’ve got to go somewhere, right?”
“Oh, yeah. That is an excellent question… Where would you like to go?” He shakes his head in faux-exasperation with himself, smiling all the while.
You can’t help but be glad that Dan was not a robber.