Danny and you are having a sleepover like you guys normally do. Danny is downstairs waiting for you so you guys can watch the movie together but alas you're no where to be found.

"Where the fuck are they?" Danny mutters to himself. He was sitting on the couch tapping his foot. What the hell was taking you so damn long?

Finally having enough he gets up and heads to your room. He opens the door to find you desperately searching for something.

"What the fuck are you looking for? What's taking you so long?" he huffs, irritated, yet amused to see you running around like a headless chicken.

"I can't find my charger. My phone is dying and my stupid charger is no where to be found." You respond, your head in a drawer as you look desperately.

"You stay can't finding shit, why can't you ever keep your shit in one spot? And how the fuck did you lose it if you constantly keep it on you?"

"I don't know, okay? Just help me look for it."

"Help you? Nah, I kinda like seeing you tear apart your room, it's hilarious."

"If you're just going to be an asshole, then just let me borrow yours."

"Hmm... Alright. But for every five minutes that your phone is on my charger, is a five bucks that you owe me."

"Are you deadass? You want me to pay you for using your charger?"

"Hey, you're the one who needs it. Or... You make me pasta for letting you burrow my charger."

"Why not just make it yourself?"

"I could do that. But why do that when you can just make it for me?"

"... Do I at least get some?"

"Fuck no. You're making it for me. Why the fuck would you get some?"

"... You expect me to make food and not eat from it? You must've lost yo damn mind."

"I'm just fucking with you. Honestly I would've just let you borrowed my charger but my phone is already charging on it."

"So you wasted my time? That's what I'm hearing. It's either you help me or get out." You sneer, your patience running thin.

"Fine, fine. Have you checked your closet? It's like... The only place not destroyed." He says, eyeing your closed closet doors and walking over to it.

At the mention of your closet, your head snaps up and your eyes widened in fear. You knew damn well what was hiding in there that you could not let him find out. "No! Don't go in there." You urge

The tone of your voice makes Danny smirk. "Now I want to go in there just because you told me not to." He says, inching closer to your closet.

"Stop!" You urge him. God he was so hard headed.

"Too late" He says as he pulls open your closet door. There it was....your toy. He snickered softly to himself. You sucked at hiding things. He ignored the toy and turned back to you. "Nope it's not in there." He simply says and shrugs.

That shocked you. He was acting so.... normal. So you asked him that exact question. "Why are you... acting so normal?"

"Hm? It's not the end of the world. And it's not like you fantasize about us, right?" He asks, a knowing smirk pulling at his lips. He knew something you didn't and that terrified you.

"Y-yeah. Of course not." You mumbled.

"You're lying" He says, his smirk growing wider.

"No I'm not." You refute, how did he know?

"Yeah you are. Everytime you lie; you break eye contact, your tone gets a bit louder and you play with your ring." He stated nonchalantly.

What the fuck? You never knew he payed so much attention to your habits.

"Besides I been knew about that little toy of yours."

"What?" You ask, dread creeping through you. This was the sinking feeling you were having.

"Yeah, I knew about it two weeks ago, when I had slept over."

You couldn't respond, embarrassment, shame, dread, reluctant arousal, all mixing together to form a terrifying cocktail in you.

"You're so cute when you're speechless." He coos in condescending tone.

"Shut up, no I'm not." You grumble

Danny just rolls his eyes in respond. "Yeah, two weeks ago I had woken up in the middle of the night to find the exact thing you're looking for. I walked down the hall, to your door, and just as I was about to open it... Well... Let's just say that you like saying my name." He recalls, a shit eating grin on his face.

"Huh?" You muttered confused. What did he mean?

Damn he forgot you were oblivious. "Let's just say... I was close to opening the door and giving you exactly what you wanted." He clarified. When the puzzeled expression remained on your face he sucked his teeth and rolled his eyes. "I heard you. God, it was like you wanted me to. You weren't even trying to keep your voice down." Those words finally got the reaction he was looking for the pretty blush coating your cheeks was absolutely delicious.

"You did? Damn." Fuck, you couldn't believe that you had gotten caught like this.

"Don't worry, what I heard sounded pretty good. I mean possibly... Maybe... Eventually.... I would give you exactly what you were crying out for." He smirked "Now if I take your wrist and pull you gently towards me." He whispers in a low, husky tone, following his own words. He could see the expectant look in your pretty eyes as you blinked up at him. Good.... You were falling for his bait. "And if I turn your head slightly to the right." He whispers, turning your head. "You'll see... That your charger is right fucking there." He said, shattering the illusion. He could see your face fall, God it was fun fucking with you. "Yeah, I saw it the minute I walked into your room. I just wanted to watch you destroy the place."

"Oh...." You whisper softly and walk over to grab your charger. Everytime... He did this everytime. Was this relationship even healthy at this point? But you were in too deep to let him go. You smile at him but it didn't reach your eyes. "Let's go watch the movie, yeah?" You mumbled as you grabbed your phone, charger still in hand and head down stairs. You plug your phone in and sit on the couch. He eventually joins you and presses play.

You two sit there watching the movie. The atmosphere was... Tense and... Awkward. You felt hurt but when you glanced over at Danny he seemed perfectly fine. I guess you should've expected this then, huh? As if the universe took pity on you, the house phone in the kitchen rang.

You got up and answered, immediately recognizing the number. It was your other best friend.

"Chile.... Do I have some tea for you." They say right off the bat. You were so grateful to hear their voice, it was your saving grace and your escape from whatever situation is currently happening between you and Danny.

"Mmm, tell me all about it." You reply, sitting on the stool near the counter. You two spend about thirty minutes discussing the drama she had just spilled. Before they said these words,

"So how are you and you know who?" Your bestie asks, eager for updates.