How about now?
Tue Dec 12, 2017 03:36

Holland seemed really mad for something as predictable as Danny not wanting them to get cosy with Ruben. It was throwing him into a state of mild confusion, which was undoubtedly exacerbated by the unanticipated argument they seemed to be having. From Holland’s unexpected meeting him in the commons, to the momentary thrill of having them coerce him by their hold on his wrist - Holland was not as prone to physical contact as Danny’s other friends, so this move had come as a particular surprise - this scenario felt to Danny like Holland had been stewing in their thoughts since the impromptu game earlier. As one who was prone to overthinking, Danny was aware of how counterproductive that could be, repeating and exaggerating the less desirable features of a person or occurrence and glossing over the redeeming points until the big picture had become warped, it’s challenges insurmountable.

He hadn’t known that Emmett had sent Russell as an interruption; it was funny, and the image was almost enough to make him laugh, but in the current moment he thought better of it. He doubted laughing at the precise thing that was aggravating Holland would help his case.

His humour was quelled moments later, anyway, when Holland clearly didn’t accept Kaye as an excuse for Danny’s - apparently less than subtle - interruption. He found himself starting to experience a little of the frustration Holland seemed to be suffering. He was tempted to argue that actually he had suggested volleyball before Holland had made their way over to the net, and that actually Kaye was miserable and he’d thought a game might cheer her up, but despite the inherent truth in all of this, he couldn’t deny that there had, in fact, been an ulterior motive to his joining them. To argue against it was tantamount to lying, and Danny made an effort to not lie to his friends. Besides he was terrible at it.

He elected to say nothing, as he couldn’t think of anything to say that didn’t sound like a blatant placation, which turned out to be fine, as Holland had plenty more to add. “You and Emmett wouldn’t do this kind of thing if I were a guy,” they said, and mentally Danny argued that was irrelevant, because Holland wasn’t a guy. He was saved the trouble of having to voice this as his friend acknowledged it anyway. And some stuff about not needing protecting. “Ruben doesn’t threaten my masculinity.”

Danny scoffed. “Ruben doesn’t -” he started, but then stopped, because the truth in the statement he’d been about to utter was dubious. If Ruben were a girl, they’d still have all the same fundamental oppositions in personality, but the underlying, unaddressed because it was shameful, issue that Danny had been the alpha male of the group until Ruben came along, would never have presented a problem. “That’s not the point,” he awkwardly diverted.

“Maybe you do need protecting, Holland,” Dardanius forcefully suggested. “You keep flirting with this guy, you’re encouraging him. Is that what you want?” If he sounded a shade disgusted by the notion it was only because keeping his real feelings hidden was another form a lying, and, as previously established, that was not among his skills set. “You might not care that he bullies Russell, spreads stories about Marissa.” If Holland could get mad at him for caring about them, Merlin damn it, Danny could get just as mad for them not caring. “That he’s got no problems cursing your friends.” Here Danny pointed to the scar on his arm: small, but there forever. “That maybe one day it’ll be you on the receiving end of his wand or his fists.” His voice had gotten considerably louder but Danny hadn’t noticed. The promise he’d made to himself hours earlier to try to like Ruben more if Holland did end up back together with him was completely and entirely forgotten. “You might not care, but I do. And Emmett does.” Sorry, buddy. “I’m not going to apologise for stepping in when I see a friend in trouble. You call me out when I’m being an idiot all the time,” he reminded them. “I’m just returning the favor.”

  • You expect me to believe that? - Holland, Mon Dec 11 20:42
    Danny denied doing anything on purpose, so point to Emmett, who had at least admitted it when he was interfering. Holland scoffed. “Emmett did the same thing at Marissa’s last party, only he sent... more
    • How about now? - Danny, Tue Dec 12 03:36
      • I believe that you’re overreacting - Holland, Tue Dec 12 12:01
        Danny started with, “ Ruben doesn’t, ” and Holland scoffed in return. The fact that only the guys reacted defensively like that to Ruben made them sure that that was what was going on, even if Danny... more
        • Likewise - Danny, Tue Dec 12 15:55
          Holland professed to not being an idiot, and Danny thought he did well to merely frown in response. Then his friend altered the direction of the argument - they were definitely arguing; this was... more
          • I said it first - Holland, Wed Dec 13 00:37
            At least Danny wasn’t practically shouting at them anymore. The two hadn’t argued before—not like this—but it didn’t surprise Holland that Danny got loud when he was angry. He was shirtless again,... more
            • What’s your point? - Danny, Wed Dec 13 03:59
              He hadn’t meant to say that last bit out loud; he had just been trying to come up with anything coherent, and that had been what his mind and mouth had provided. It was true, but it obviously just... more
              • I must have had one - Holland, Wed Dec 13 15:28
                Are you kidding me, Holland thought, with an extra modifier in the middle of the sentence. They couldn’t believe Danny was dragging Marissa into this—that he was insecure because she’d slept with... more
                • I think it got lost - Danny, Wed Dec 13 16:24
                  “Ruben knows things about me that you don’t because he needed to.” What? Needed to? What did that - oh. No, that’s not what Danny meant. It, well, it might have been a part of it, but that wasn’t -... more
                  • I’ll organize a search party - Holland, Wed Dec 13 21:25
                    Danny looked agitated now. He was pacing and messing with his hair and avoiding eye contact and not finishing sentences. The mood in the practice room had gotten tenser in the span of a few seconds.... more
                    • Just tell me what to do - Danny, Thu Dec 14 05:42
                      It sound like Holland was going to argue that’s not what they had wanted, but then they stopped themselves. Danny was exhausted. He felt raw and restless and he just wanted to go back to his... more
                      • First we need a map - Holland, Thu Dec 14 12:27
                        “ It doesn’t matter, ” Danny agreed. Holland exhaled, unnoticed tension leaving their shoulders. They’d known that. They knew Danny; it had never felt like that mattered, not since first year before... more
                        • I found your map... - Danny, Thu Dec 14 16:47
                          Holland apologized. Danny looked at them, and blinked. Why was Holland apologizing? Okay, they’d said some stuff that had caused distress, but Danny hadn’t apologized for the original grievance of... more
                          • This is not the map you’re looking for - Holland, Thu Dec 14 21:01
                            “ It matters because Ruben’s not the only one here who likes you like that. ” Holland stared blankly at Danny. For a long moment, they didn’t understand— who —and then the right neurons fired... more
                            • Oh. Whoops. - Danny, Thu Dec 14 22:10
                              He had no idea what to expect when those words had left his mouth. Danny almost wished he could take them back, but the truth remained it was absolutely impossible he would be able to keep something... more
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