#dani1

[slightlyconceited]

@liildenniison

     Slightly had been in a bad mood since finding out that one of his best friends was going on a date with one of his exes—even if it was just a “friendly” thing, he didn’t want his boys to be all buddy-buddy with somebody who had once broken his heart. What if they hit it off and started hanging out regularly? What if Cubby then wanted to invite Dani to group hang-outs and parties, and Slightly just had to deal with her presence for the rest of time? It was supposed to be a clean break; they didn't stay friends for a reason.

     Yet, perhaps counter-intuitively to his goal of never seeing her again, here he was at her door to have a little talk. He didn’t even have a plan for what he was going to say, he just knew that he had to say something. “Stay away from my friends” seemed a little too much, but he would wing it and see how it went. He smiled when he saw her, despite himself. “Hey, long time no see.” That flash of a smile fell immediately as he remembered everything. Among that, what he was here for: confrontation. “Can we talk for a minute? I heard about the blind date thing.”

[jaytaylors]

@liildenniison

“Glad you could make it,” Jay said, crowning Dani with a pink tiara since he’d missed her arrival in the past five or ten minutes. There was a lot going on for the host of a child’s birthday, as it turned out. But Sarah had also just gotten there, and despite her general lack of consistent parenting, she was at least trustworthy enough to look after and entertain Katie for a while, so Jay was free to converse with other adults for a few minutes at least. Not that he necessarily considered Dani a real adult yet—even at her big age of twenty-two, she might as well still have been the teenager he taught in high school. Mature enough, though, to babysit his daughter here and there when he couldn’t make other arrangements with the daycare or his parents, which was why he decided to point out Katie’s mother to her, as she was one who knew about his single parent lifestyle. “I’m surprised that Katie’s mom showed up,” he muttered as an aside to Dani, nodding towards where the blonde woman was dancing around with their daughter.

[ferdiefields]

@liildenniison (continued from here):

“Don’t need to!” Dani replied as she smirked at her friend. “You still followed along even after I was vague on where I wanted us to go, so now you’re just going to have to wait until we get there to find out!” With that, the redhead chuckled, turning away from Ferdie as she continued to lead on to wherever they were going. There wasn’t even a reason as to why she wasn’t telling him, merely choosing not to do so because of how easily swayed her friend was when she told him that there was something she wanted to show him but he had to follow her first in order to know. If he had asked her earlier about where they were going, than Dani might have told him, but now she wanted to keep the suspense up and so Ferdie will have to deal with waiting until they get there. “Besides, it wouldn’t matter if I tell you now when we’re almost there anyways. Just hang on for a few more minutes, can you?”

She definitely had him in check with that one. To think, if only Ferdie wasn’t so inclined to follow along first and ask questions later, he might have been granted those answers—but when his friend knew he’d hang on for the ride no matter where they ended up, what incentive was there to tell him? He thought he’d broken this habit after about the millionth time of getting in trouble for agreeing to his twin’s schemes in childhood, but maybe that just applied when Morty was involved. Dani was a new friend who hadn't yet given him a reason to distrust, so he didn't expect anything bad, and anyway what if he wasn't quick enough to agree and missed out on something good? Naturally he had to take her up on the offer. “Surprises are dangerous,” he posited just to play the devil’s advocate, despite the fact that he was still contentedly following Dani’s lead. “What if it disappoints? Wouldn’t you wish you had just told me instead of wasting time keeping it secret?”

[plasmiusvlad]

halfxghostgirl

The little girl clone was the last person (or ghost) that he expected to meet in the Hive’s streets. Not shifting into his ghost form, annoyed that he would run out of its daily use, he stepped outside the cafe that he treated as his office, approaching her.

“Ah, Daniel might not be here, but you will do for now. That is, unless you start melting again”, he said with a smug grin on his face. Maybe now it was his time to shine and get Danielle on his side in case the annoying half ghost boy showed up.

[richardxgecko]

halfxghostgirl 

"Isn't it past your bed time, kid?"

[evan-nickelsen-blog]

First Date || Dani & Evan

[Evan quickly made his way to the Park Towers, jogging up the steps and buzzing to be let in.] "Hey, Dani, it's that hot bartender you met last night picking you up for our date." [He laughed into the call button.]

[harrytouchmybum-blog]

dani in california (1)

The waves, the wind, the sand, everything at that moment seemed so perfect. My own miniature paradise. I vacation to Avila Beach every Thanksgiving with my family but this year was different; it’s my first year in college, 18 years old, and on my own. Evidently, my college was 7 miles away from this hole-in-the-wall beach town in which I loved. I was here in Avila 4 days before my parents and all my family showed up.

I was sitting on the beach reading my favorite book, The Great Gatsby, taking in the warmth of the sun. The rhythmic sound of the waves must of been too peaceful because I fell asleep on the beach.Thank God I wore sunscreen.

I missed the sunset which I’m fine with because I’ll see one tomorrow. I went into the only grocery store in Avila to buy some ingredients for fajitas; I haven’t had a good meal in a while, dorm food and all…

“WHY CAN’T I BUY THIS? I WANT THIS STUFF NOW!” was what I got through the screaming drunk man at the cashier. He was slurring his speech but it sounded like he had an accent?

“Sir, you are not old enough to buy alcohol, I apologize.” the cashier responded. A few curse words later, the boy (not man, since he wasn’t old enough to buy alcohol) stormed out of the store. I bought my groceries, said sorry to the cashier about that boy, and walked out of the store.

I was walking out of the store and I saw that boy lying on a bench. I went over to wake him up because I didn’t want him to stay in the street with hobos, assuming he wasn’t a hobo. As he opened his eyes, I couldn’t help but admire his piercing green eyes. He was cute, very cute.

“Hey, I know you’re drunk, but everyone needs a place to stay at night, do you have one?” I asked, hoping I would get an answer from this hammered Brit.

“My hotel is in San Luis Obispo, so I’ll just drive home.” He responded.

“You are not driving,” I countered, picking him up and hauling him to my rental house. 20 minutes later—usually a 3 minute walk, but since I was hauling a drunk hot guy, it took a while to walk—we finally made it to my house in Avila.

My 2-bedroom blue rental house was up the hill from the strip of stores that is the town of Avila. The house had windows everywhere to give that beachy, sun-drenched look. Everything was small, the kitchen, the TV, even the shower. But the character of this house was marvelous. It had an ocean view from the back porch from which you could see everything from, whether it be the dogs running on the beach or the sunset that I had missed tonight

This boy was barely holding on so I dragged him to my spare bedroom and pushed him on the bed. I brought him a glass of water and a banana, but he was passed out.

Then I got a good look at him. His tousled brown hair was sitting on top of his head. He had a red sweatshirt on from a store I have never heard of. That sweatshirt lifted ever so slightly up so I could see his Calvin Klein underwear under his not-too-tight jeans. His beige Vans reminded me of the ones I had when I was in high school.

I go back into the kitchen and make my fajitas, they were delicious. Soon I fell asleep with my door locked, just in case this stranger was a serial killer…

[s-e-r-e-n-i-d-a-d-e-s-blog-blog]

Estou cansada de amar errado, cansada de me apegar, cansada de decepções, cansada de indecisões, Estou cansada de estar cansada ….