101 Reasons To Hate Butterflies
Chapter 2
Daniel's POV:
His tongue brushed against my bottom lip; I granted him accesses.
Every bit of the kiss was hypnotizing.
He knew exactly what to do and when it should be done, rubbing his hand on my chest in complete rhythm.
I stopped for a split second, taking it all in.
He but my bottom lip, pulling me back into his embrace, and continuing the tempo.
His body was guilty of gorgeousness. I couldn't help but touch it.
He returned the favor, touching my back slowly. Infecting me with infatuation and lust.
I was almost filled with anticipation until Ian pulled away, confused.
"Do you hear that?" Ian whispered.
"Shhh, it's okay."
The kiss carried on.
It was only allowed another few seconds before it was rudely interrupted again.
"No, seriously, is that a buzzing? It sounds like some sort of alarm?"
"I'll go check it out."
I walked out of the room and the sound got louder.
And louder.
And louder until finally:
I woke up. Stupid fucking alarm.
Do I even bother trying to fall asleep again? Trying to continue this dream?
I sighed, and glanced at the dim clock.
7:01am?
Probably not worth the try just get the aftermath of disappointment.
That technique only worked for me like three percent of the time anyway.
After that conclusion, I realized something that would haunt me all day:
it was only a Monday.
Fuck.
And,
I'm gonna be late.
I threw on some jeans I found on the ground, along with the attached belt. I pulled my new t-shirt on and shoved my feet into my Sperry's.
Looking desperately for a clock as I entered my kitchen, I figured there was no time for a proper breakfast. I ran over to the cabinet and ripped open the packaging to my raspberry Pop Tarts. Grabbing two as I ran back into the bathroom. I quickly finished my hair while munching down my breakfast.
Within a minute, I did a shitty job brushing my teeth and backed it up with a few swishes of mouth wash.
I grabbed my keys off my desk an sped away to school.
It only took another five minutes after arriving on school ground just to find a fucking place to park, but when I finally got out of my car and grabbed my stuff from the back, if I didn't run I would've been so late.
Luckily, running my me kinda late.
I passed Jacob in the hallway. His ponderous gaze met mine, and he shyly looked away.
You could literally taste the awkward tension.
Everywhere.
And I could only imagine what he must've thought of me.
A slut.
A dumb whore.
A liar.
A cheater - possibly.
I blushed at the ground with guilt.
Fuck. What if he never forgives me? The last thing I need is another ex to give me death states for being "confusing" and "conflicting".
If there was anything I was sure about though, it was one thing;
The school must be feeding off my life and its events, and I'm sure someone appreciates the stories.
Maybe I will in the future, for whatever reason.
I decided to vent to my friend Lindsey when I got there. She was by Kaelee and Sophie, so I tapped her shoulder and nodded her on.
"Hola!" She said happily.
"I didn't want to come to school today, thank you very much."
"Does anybody?"
"I don't know, probably. I was having such a good dream though."
"Ooo! About what?"
"I was kissing someone...."
She gave me a disapproving look. "Not Kelly again...."
"No. Not her. I'm over her, I'm glad that ended. Besides, were just friend now."
"Then who?"
"Ian."
"Somerhalder?!"
I blushed.
"I knew it! I told you you'd like him!"
I laughed.
"OooooooO! Danny's got a crush!"
"Hell yeah I do! You do too! He's fucking hot! Who doesn't?!"
We laughed.
Lindsey sighed. "Don't you wish celebrities would date normal people?"
"Some probably do. But I highly doubt he's gay and looking for an average eighteen year old."
"Point taking; I think it's funny you have such a big crush on him. I mean, he's hot but to have a dream with him-"
"Lindsey, I have dreams about random people and famous people all the time. My dreams are freakishly weird. You should know this by now. Besides, I'd rather it be him then Johnny De-"
"He had his time! Did you ever even see 21 Jump Street?!"
The bell rang.
"What's your class again?"
"Span - no wait English! Wait, is it a 'B' day?"
"'C'... I think..."
"Damnit Daniel why don't you know!"
"I don't have any blocked scheduling so it doesn't matter to me!"
"Fine! Be that way gosh!"
She laughed as she walked off.
I walked towards my class.
Thinking about Ian.
Abby's POV:
Seconds went by like hours, and eventually it all just seemed like a jumble of years that I was stuck up in this God forsaken room.
4112.
The 12th floor.
St. Oliver's Hospital.
It had been a few days since Hanna came. But every day besides Monday was just a blur.
The food seemed to blur, too.
It blurred into a tapioca like substance with a very flat taste.
Where the bread? I would take bread over this shit.
No bread? Even prisoners get bread.
The only thing that ever changed about the whole environment in this room was the view.
The window and it's view became quiet an entertaining thing to watch; changing each day, with a whole different feeling each time.
Sometimes sad.
Sometimes rather uplifting.
But in the end no matter what I felt the view was during the day, at night it always dawned on me that I was stuck, unconscious in a hospital.
And after that, the feeling always got lonely and depressing.
And nothing could be done.
I mean seriously.
Nothing.
All I could do was hope. I just really wanted to wake up, that's all. I really wanted to.
But I guess I still have to wait.
My mom came into my room around 9:20ish.
I was actually happy to see her. She should have good news, right?
She walked in with a slight grin spread across her lips.
"Hey Abby. I have some good news." Her words fell out quietly.
"First, your cerebral cortex is showing slight improvements and signs of progress. The other is that the doctor said your R...AS?" Her voice perked up at the end.
"Reticular activating system." Scott walked in, flipping through my folder.
"It's a structure located in the brainstem. It's just doctor jargon for she's healing in all the right places."
His smile was the death of me.
But it didn't last long; he continued.
"We will be closely monitoring her breathing and brain activity through the CT scans. Attention must first be directed to maintaining Ali's respiration and circulation, using intubation and ventilation, administration of intravenous fluids or blood and other supportive care as needed. Once she is stable, they will start concentrating on maintaining the health of her physical state. And then before you know it, she will be at home."
My mom lit up.
I was screaming with happiness, although no one could hear me.
Still beaming, my mom started thanking Scott rapidly.
He stood there, laughing and hugging her back.
His tongue brushed against my bottom lip; I granted him accesses.
Every bit of the kiss was hypnotizing.
He knew exactly what to do and when it should be done, rubbing his hand on my chest in complete rhythm.
I stopped for a split second, taking it all in.
He but my bottom lip, pulling me back into his embrace, and continuing the tempo.
His body was guilty of gorgeousness. I couldn't help but touch it.
He returned the favor, touching my back slowly. Infecting me with infatuation and lust.
I was almost filled with anticipation until Ian pulled away, confused.
"Do you hear that?" Ian whispered.
"Shhh, it's okay."
The kiss carried on.
It was only allowed another few seconds before it was rudely interrupted again.
"No, seriously, is that a buzzing? It sounds like some sort of alarm?"
"I'll go check it out."
I walked out of the room and the sound got louder.
And louder.
And louder until finally:
I woke up. Stupid fucking alarm.
Do I even bother trying to fall asleep again? Trying to continue this dream?
I sighed, and glanced at the dim clock.
7:01am?
Probably not worth the try just get the aftermath of disappointment.
That technique only worked for me like three percent of the time anyway.
After that conclusion, I realized something that would haunt me all day:
it was only a Monday.
Fuck.
And,
I'm gonna be late.
I threw on some jeans I found on the ground, along with the attached belt. I pulled my new t-shirt on and shoved my feet into my Sperry's.
Looking desperately for a clock as I entered my kitchen, I figured there was no time for a proper breakfast. I ran over to the cabinet and ripped open the packaging to my raspberry Pop Tarts. Grabbing two as I ran back into the bathroom. I quickly finished my hair while munching down my breakfast.
Within a minute, I did a shitty job brushing my teeth and backed it up with a few swishes of mouth wash.
I grabbed my keys off my desk an sped away to school.
It only took another five minutes after arriving on school ground just to find a fucking place to park, but when I finally got out of my car and grabbed my stuff from the back, if I didn't run I would've been so late.
Luckily, running my me kinda late.
I passed Jacob in the hallway. His ponderous gaze met mine, and he shyly looked away.
You could literally taste the awkward tension.
Everywhere.
And I could only imagine what he must've thought of me.
A slut.
A dumb whore.
A liar.
A cheater - possibly.
I blushed at the ground with guilt.
Fuck. What if he never forgives me? The last thing I need is another ex to give me death states for being "confusing" and "conflicting".
If there was anything I was sure about though, it was one thing;
The school must be feeding off my life and its events, and I'm sure someone appreciates the stories.
Maybe I will in the future, for whatever reason.
I decided to vent to my friend Lindsey when I got there. She was by Kaelee and Sophie, so I tapped her shoulder and nodded her on.
"Hola!" She said happily.
"I didn't want to come to school today, thank you very much."
"Does anybody?"
"I don't know, probably. I was having such a good dream though."
"Ooo! About what?"
"I was kissing someone...."
She gave me a disapproving look. "Not Kelly again...."
"No. Not her. I'm over her, I'm glad that ended. Besides, were just friend now."
"Then who?"
"Ian."
"Somerhalder?!"
I blushed.
"I knew it! I told you you'd like him!"
I laughed.
"OooooooO! Danny's got a crush!"
"Hell yeah I do! You do too! He's fucking hot! Who doesn't?!"
We laughed.
Lindsey sighed. "Don't you wish celebrities would date normal people?"
"Some probably do. But I highly doubt he's gay and looking for an average eighteen year old."
"Point taking; I think it's funny you have such a big crush on him. I mean, he's hot but to have a dream with him-"
"Lindsey, I have dreams about random people and famous people all the time. My dreams are freakishly weird. You should know this by now. Besides, I'd rather it be him then Johnny De-"
"He had his time! Did you ever even see 21 Jump Street?!"
The bell rang.
"What's your class again?"
"Span - no wait English! Wait, is it a 'B' day?"
"'C'... I think..."
"Damnit Daniel why don't you know!"
"I don't have any blocked scheduling so it doesn't matter to me!"
"Fine! Be that way gosh!"
She laughed as she walked off.
I walked towards my class.
Thinking about Ian.
Abby's POV:
Seconds went by like hours, and eventually it all just seemed like a jumble of years that I was stuck up in this God forsaken room.
4112.
The 12th floor.
St. Oliver's Hospital.
It had been a few days since Hanna came. But every day besides Monday was just a blur.
The food seemed to blur, too.
It blurred into a tapioca like substance with a very flat taste.
Where the bread? I would take bread over this shit.
No bread? Even prisoners get bread.
The only thing that ever changed about the whole environment in this room was the view.
The window and it's view became quiet an entertaining thing to watch; changing each day, with a whole different feeling each time.
Sometimes sad.
Sometimes rather uplifting.
But in the end no matter what I felt the view was during the day, at night it always dawned on me that I was stuck, unconscious in a hospital.
And after that, the feeling always got lonely and depressing.
And nothing could be done.
I mean seriously.
Nothing.
All I could do was hope. I just really wanted to wake up, that's all. I really wanted to.
But I guess I still have to wait.
My mom came into my room around 9:20ish.
I was actually happy to see her. She should have good news, right?
She walked in with a slight grin spread across her lips.
"Hey Abby. I have some good news." Her words fell out quietly.
"First, your cerebral cortex is showing slight improvements and signs of progress. The other is that the doctor said your R...AS?" Her voice perked up at the end.
"Reticular activating system." Scott walked in, flipping through my folder.
"It's a structure located in the brainstem. It's just doctor jargon for she's healing in all the right places."
His smile was the death of me.
But it didn't last long; he continued.
"We will be closely monitoring her breathing and brain activity through the CT scans. Attention must first be directed to maintaining Ali's respiration and circulation, using intubation and ventilation, administration of intravenous fluids or blood and other supportive care as needed. Once she is stable, they will start concentrating on maintaining the health of her physical state. And then before you know it, she will be at home."
My mom lit up.
I was screaming with happiness, although no one could hear me.
Still beaming, my mom started thanking Scott rapidly.
He stood there, laughing and hugging her back.
Notes
Had to get the other plots going as well. Wasn't really the portion of the story I wanted to upload, since I went ahead and typed up all the exciting parts. But it has to make sense.
Sadly, this part is based off a true event. :/
Thank you for reading! Comment please and tell me what you think/ if you have questions!
9/14/13