DannyJones[[What's Love]]

Flick.

Right, it's official, there is absolutely nothing on the TV. Except for some stupid documentary about fish. Who would actually watch that?

The door of my apartment opens and slams shut.
I look over the back of the couch to see a sad Danny walking into the sitting room, swaying slightly.

"She... dumped me" He tells me in a very quiet voice.
I jump up from my seat and instantly wrap my arms around him.

"Awe, Danny. She wasn't good enough for you, I told you from the start" I tell him sympathetically.

"But I loved her, I really thought she'd be the one" He moans into my shoulder, tears falling from his eyes.

Now Danny Jones is not normally one to cry infront of anyone , but that is a whole different story when it comes to girls and getting dumped. He seems to find itnessecary to tell me how exactly he feels for her and how much he wishes she was with him right now.
I feel very upset for Danny, he falls for girls easily. Not to mention the complete wrong type of girls.

I walk him to the couch and lay him down on it. Stroking his curly hair. I sit next to him and he instantly shuffles his head so it's lying in my lap. I smile down at him, his blue eyes closed shut.

"What's wrong with me Vik?" He whispers, a tear falling from his eye.

"Nothing's wrong with you" I whisper, running my hand through his brown hair. "You just tend to fall for the wrong girls"

"I'm going to listen to you from now on" He nods, his eyes still shut. I smile at him.

"Of course" I sigh. He says that every time his heart gets broken, then picks up some new girl the week after.

"Vik... Why don't you ever bring your boyfriend home?" Danny asks me suddenly , his eyes slowly opening and looking into mine.

"I don't have a boyfriend... You know that" I tell him, smiling.

"Why not?" He asks me sitting up suddenly.

"Because I haven't found the right guy yet" I shrug.

It's true though, I haven't found the right guy. All the guys I've dated just seem to immature, idiotic or really boring for my taste.

"Have you ever kissed anyone?" Danny asks me, narrowing his eyes.

I nod my head, but blush.

Truth? I have never kissed a guy in my life. Danny has known me since we were ten years old, he knows I would've told him.
The years through school were torturous for me, girls fell for Danny. Begging him to be his. Guys would never even look my way.

"You haven't have you?" He asks me softly, taking my hand.
A tear falls down my cheek.

"No" I whisper. At the age of nearly twenty-two I've never kissed a guy.
That's pathetic.

"Why don't you have a boyfriend though Vik? I don't understand" He shakes his head. I shrug. "But... You're really pretty" He insists.

I blush, "Thanks Dan" I mumble.

"Hey... can I tell you something?" Danny asks me.

I nod, shakingly.
"I think..." He starts and them moves his head towards my ear, "I think I like you" He whispers.

"I like you too Dan... We have been best friends for years" I smile, but Danny shakes his head.

"No... I think I really like you" He tells me, staring into my eyes.

"What? You mean... like... like like?" I ask him, narrowing my eyes at him.

Danny turns away his head. "Yeah..."

"Oh..." I gulp- hard. "Danny, I just... I don't know if... I mean I like you alot, but I just... uhm" I try and explain.

Liking Danny, as more than a friend, had never been considered. It was always, 'Best Friends'. That's how it always was.
You see those movies when the two best friends both secretly love eachother and then at the end everything is really happy.
But what happends if one doesn't know how she feels?

After a full five minutes of silence, with me batteling in my head how to tell Danny exactly how I don't know what I was feeling, he stands up. Quite suddenly.

"I get it... You don't like me" He says in a bitter tone and walks towards the door.

"No, Danny it's not that! It's just... I don't know!" I shout, even though he's still in the room.

"You don't know? You don't know? How can you not possibly know if you love someone or not? You either do or you don't!" He glares at me.

"No! It's not like that for me, for anyone. Danny I've never been in love with someone... I've never been in a relationship before, how am I supposed to know if what I feel for you is something more than we've ever been?" I reason with him, trying to keep him calm.
When Danny gets angry, he goes a little mental, especially if he's had a drink or two, or five that night. Did I mention he's a tad bit tipsy?

"You just know" He tells me and walks out.
Great.
That night I go to bed, thinking about Danny. His face drifting through my dreams.
I hear him come in that night, or morning, as it was about five am.
Naturally the next morning I walk to his room quietly.
My heart is beating quickly.
I've come to a conclusion. All I have to do is one thing and, then all my feelings about Danny will come into focuse - hopefully.

Did I mention this wasn't a very reliable plan?
Well it's all I have.

Taking a huge deep breath, I turn the handle of Danny's bedroom door. But it's locked.
I sigh and knock on the door.
No answer.

"Danny, open up, I need to talk to you" I tell him through the door. Shuffling is heard and I hear clicks. The door swings open infront of me.

"What do you want?" He snaps. He looks dreadful, his hair is in an even worse state then last night, his eyes are red and the skin around them is very cracked looking.

I take another breath, trying to calm my nerves, "Do you remember what we were talking about last night?" I ask him. Maybe he was so drunk it was just a bunch of crap?

"Surprisingly I'm not retarded, yes I do" He snaps. I flinch as his tone of voice.

"Well... I just wanted to tell you that, I've made up my mind on how I feel" I say nodding.

"Oh... 'you've made up your mind'? You mean you have to think about how you feel about me?" He glares.

"Danny, please just calm down" I beg him, taking his hand, but he pulls it away.

"No, I will no-"
But I stop him. How else would I have made him shut the hell up when trying to explain to him how I'm feeling.
I lean in, softly, sweetly, and might I add, I have no experience in this department. But I kiss him.

I think Danny's mind is in a state of shock at this moment, but slowly he realises my lips are on his. His hands reach to my neck, carressing my cheeks softly.
The kiss is slow and soft.Mouth closed all the way through and, I break it.

My eyes still closed, I feel his breath grazing over my skin, his forehead presses against mine.
"Thank you" Danny whispers.

At that moment, I swear two feelings run through me; love and desire.

I take a deep breath and open my eyes to see Danny's blue ones gazing at me softly, I bite my bottom lip.
"Danny... I think I love you" I whisper.

His small smile turns into a grin and he pulls me towards him.
Kissing me, his tongue slips into my mouth.

What's better than experiencing your very first kiss with a man you love, never mind your best friend.
Absolutly nothing.

I've finally found love.