Timothy’s P.O.V.
**10 years later**
Looking into his eyes reminded me, he needed me as much as I needed him. But no, I think he needed me more.
I went to Danny’s house. After all the seasons of Total Drama that we aired in. We had broke up a few times. But, everytime we did, I could see nothing but hurt in that poor boy’s eyes.
He had done me wrong, I had done him wrong.
I knocked on his door 3 times and heard the rustling of cans.
Danny spoke. “Y-Yuh-Yeah? Who is it?”
Great. He sounded so buzzed. “It’s Timothy.”
“T-Timothy? Why are you here?” he laughed, “Are you her-here to tell me to f-f-fuck off again? ‘Cuz-Cuz if you a-are…I’ll happily ju-just leave you out there…”
Tears formed in my eyes. I didn’t want him to be mad at me. Okay, I admit, I did say some pretty mean stuff, but so did he! “No. I want to talk. But I will come back when you are sober.”
The door jerked open. “Com-come in…Make yourself at h-home…”
He looked so horrible. I mean…He still had the cute Danny face, but his hair was all ratted, he wore the dirtiest looking clothes. And his house…Don’t even…Okay, there were vodka bottles EVERYWHERE. Along with bourbon, rum, and beer. He was killing himself. And his house reeked of marijuana. “Make yuh-yourself at home, Katsumi.”
I almost cried. “O-Okay.” I sat on the couch next to him. His T.V. was on some show about cars.
“W-What do you want to talk uh-uh-about?” He staggered, drinking some bourbon.
“Danny…please…stop…”
“Stop what?”
“Stop drinking! You are killing yourself!”
He finished the bourbon and dropped the bottle. “Why d-do you care? Yuh-you’re the one who fuckin’ dumped me in the first place…”
“We were kids…Danny…” I wiped my eyes, “I don’t want to see you like this. Please, don’t throw me away…”
He shut his eyes. “T-Timothy…I will talk to you lat-later. I’m going to bed…”
“Let me take you upstairs.”
“Okay.”
I led him upstairs and set him down on his bed. Which had an ashtray on it, along with some auto magazines.
He fell asleep, and so did I. I missed the comfort of his bed. The warm blankets were the same. The pillow I slept on…everything. Exactly the same…as if it were just yesterday….
I woke up and found Danny wasn’t next to me. “Danny?” I called.
“Yes, Katsumi?”
“Where are you?”
“In the kitchen, making you and I breakfast.”
Wow. He must have heard some of the stuff I said yesterday. “Oh.” I got up and walked downstairs.
He had showered. Of course, being that he is Danny, was only in his boxers. “Hey.”
I walked a little closer to him. “Hey…”
“Well come here. I got all cleaned up for you.”
Smiling, I hugged him tight. He didn’t smell like liquor or marijuana anymore. He smelled like Old Spice. Just how he always used to smell.
“Kitty Kat, what made you come back to see a bum like me?”
I thought of a quick answer. “I needed to check on you.” Shit. That’s not what I wanted to say.
“Oh.” He moved the eggs around in the pan. “I’m such a let down, I know. I mean look at me. I do nothing but drink, and smoke marijuana. I go running only to eliminate the smell of it. That’s how I am in shape. Look, I’m sorry if I’m a waste of your time. I mean, you…You are every girl/guy’s dream, Timothy. You understand people…you listen, I don’t deserve you…I-”
He could go on forever. I just shut him up by kissing him. He kissed me back. I could taste the liquor now. I don’t drink, so it was gross. But, it was Danny, and I do like him.
Breaking the kiss, I smiled at him. “Does that answer your question?”
“No. This brings up even more. Why do you want me? Do you even want me? Are you just here to apologize? Are you even sorry? Are you just guilty? Are you being forced to be here? I mean…Timothy, it’s been 10 years.”
“I know. It takes a lot of nerve to come here after the way we ended.”
He was now yelling. “Why are you choosing now then?!”
“IT WAS NOW OR NEVER, DANNY.”
He went suddenly quiet and started tearing up. “I’m sorry…” He moved the pan off the heater. He sat down and started to cry.
“I’m such a fucked up loser. You are going places, Tim. I’m not. I am going to drink myself to death and end up just like my uncle James.”
I guess I felt sorry for him. “Danny…Don’t say that…If you try to stop…”
“Why would I want to stop? I don’t have anything worth living for.”
“I want you to. Danny, I still have feelings for you…please, believe me. I still love you.”
He shook his head. “No you don’t. You think you do, but you really don’t. I know you don’t.”
“You don’t know my thoughts or feelings any better than you did when we were together.”
“But why do you love me? I’m a loser.”
“Danny, understand, you aren’t a loser. You are just putting yourself at a level so low. You have so much potential. People care for you. I care for you. So much, Danny. Accept that.”
He thought for a moment. “I guess you’re right.”
“Then please, let me help you. I’ll help you clean your house. I’ll help you get away from all of this liquor. The marijuana. Everything. Just let me help you.”
“Help me…” He cried again and pulled me into a hug. “Help me stop killing myself…I can’t take the loneliness!”
And that moment I realized how bad he needed me. He would have died in a few months if it hadn’t been for me. I just saved this kid’s life.
For the first time, I felt like I was home.
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**10 years later**
Looking into his eyes reminded me, he needed me as much as I needed him. But no, I think he needed me more.
I went to Danny’s house. After all the seasons of Total Drama that we aired in. We had broke up a few times. But, everytime we did, I could see nothing but hurt in that poor boy’s eyes.
He had done me wrong, I had done him wrong.
I knocked on his door 3 times and heard the rustling of cans.
Danny spoke. “Y-Yuh-Yeah? Who is it?”
Great. He sounded so buzzed. “It’s Timothy.”
“T-Timothy? Why are you here?” he laughed, “Are you her-here to tell me to f-f-fuck off again? ‘Cuz-Cuz if you a-are…I’ll happily ju-just leave you out there…”
Tears formed in my eyes. I didn’t want him to be mad at me. Okay, I admit, I did say some pretty mean stuff, but so did he! “No. I want to talk. But I will come back when you are sober.”
The door jerked open. “Com-come in…Make yourself at h-home…”
He looked so horrible. I mean…He still had the cute Danny face, but his hair was all ratted, he wore the dirtiest looking clothes. And his house…Don’t even…Okay, there were vodka bottles EVERYWHERE. Along with bourbon, rum, and beer. He was killing himself. And his house reeked of marijuana. “Make yuh-yourself at home, Katsumi.”
I almost cried. “O-Okay.” I sat on the couch next to him. His T.V. was on some show about cars.
“W-What do you want to talk uh-uh-about?” He staggered, drinking some bourbon.
“Danny…please…stop…”
“Stop what?”
“Stop drinking! You are killing yourself!”
He finished the bourbon and dropped the bottle. “Why d-do you care? Yuh-you’re the one who fuckin’ dumped me in the first place…”
“We were kids…Danny…” I wiped my eyes, “I don’t want to see you like this. Please, don’t throw me away…”
He shut his eyes. “T-Timothy…I will talk to you lat-later. I’m going to bed…”
“Let me take you upstairs.”
“Okay.”
I led him upstairs and set him down on his bed. Which had an ashtray on it, along with some auto magazines.
He fell asleep, and so did I. I missed the comfort of his bed. The warm blankets were the same. The pillow I slept on…everything. Exactly the same…as if it were just yesterday….
I woke up and found Danny wasn’t next to me. “Danny?” I called.
“Yes, Katsumi?”
“Where are you?”
“In the kitchen, making you and I breakfast.”
Wow. He must have heard some of the stuff I said yesterday. “Oh.” I got up and walked downstairs.
He had showered. Of course, being that he is Danny, was only in his boxers. “Hey.”
I walked a little closer to him. “Hey…”
“Well come here. I got all cleaned up for you.”
Smiling, I hugged him tight. He didn’t smell like liquor or marijuana anymore. He smelled like Old Spice. Just how he always used to smell.
“Kitty Kat, what made you come back to see a bum like me?”
I thought of a quick answer. “I needed to check on you.” Shit. That’s not what I wanted to say.
“Oh.” He moved the eggs around in the pan. “I’m such a let down, I know. I mean look at me. I do nothing but drink, and smoke marijuana. I go running only to eliminate the smell of it. That’s how I am in shape. Look, I’m sorry if I’m a waste of your time. I mean, you…You are every girl/guy’s dream, Timothy. You understand people…you listen, I don’t deserve you…I-”
He could go on forever. I just shut him up by kissing him. He kissed me back. I could taste the liquor now. I don’t drink, so it was gross. But, it was Danny, and I do like him.
Breaking the kiss, I smiled at him. “Does that answer your question?”
“No. This brings up even more. Why do you want me? Do you even want me? Are you just here to apologize? Are you even sorry? Are you just guilty? Are you being forced to be here? I mean…Timothy, it’s been 10 years.”
“I know. It takes a lot of nerve to come here after the way we ended.”
He was now yelling. “Why are you choosing now then?!”
“IT WAS NOW OR NEVER, DANNY.”
He went suddenly quiet and started tearing up. “I’m sorry…” He moved the pan off the heater. He sat down and started to cry.
“I’m such a fucked up loser. You are going places, Tim. I’m not. I am going to drink myself to death and end up just like my uncle James.”
I guess I felt sorry for him. “Danny…Don’t say that…If you try to stop…”
“Why would I want to stop? I don’t have anything worth living for.”
“I want you to. Danny, I still have feelings for you…please, believe me. I still love you.”
He shook his head. “No you don’t. You think you do, but you really don’t. I know you don’t.”
“You don’t know my thoughts or feelings any better than you did when we were together.”
“But why do you love me? I’m a loser.”
“Danny, understand, you aren’t a loser. You are just putting yourself at a level so low. You have so much potential. People care for you. I care for you. So much, Danny. Accept that.”
He thought for a moment. “I guess you’re right.”
“Then please, let me help you. I’ll help you clean your house. I’ll help you get away from all of this liquor. The marijuana. Everything. Just let me help you.”
“Help me…” He cried again and pulled me into a hug. “Help me stop killing myself…I can’t take the loneliness!”
And that moment I realized how bad he needed me. He would have died in a few months if it hadn’t been for me. I just saved this kid’s life.
For the first time, I felt like I was home.
Whatcha think, should I continue? I mean, it’s all emotional and all c’:. Uhm…comment? :D. Thank chuuu c:.
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