WANNA BE A TROUBLE MAKER

 a plan of action, cold blood

well now i want more because i'm getting bored
i was once filled doubt, now it's all figured out

The sun was steeping colors into the pale blue sky as it sank closer to the horizon. It had been one of those days where Daniel had called out sick from work even though he wasn't sick in the slightest. He knew that his coworkers would bitch and moan about it behind his back, but honestly, New York would survive with one pizza delivery boy gone for a night.He had fashioned the day into something productive enough so he didn't feel like his whole world would crumble away into nothingness, but lazy enough so he wasn't exerting too much energy. These were the types of days that were over in the blink of an eye. One moment the digital green numbers on the microwave would read 11:12 AM, and in the next, it was suddenly 5:15 PM. It was frustrating, but there was nothing the college student could do about it. Dwelling on it seemed to make the problem worse, so he sprawled on the couch and let the television suck away the time. He tried to enjoy every text message exchanged between friends, fuck buddies, and even family. He tried to enjoy the chicken flavored Ramen that he didn't even have the energy to convince himself to cook, but his mind kept reminding him that every day was pretty much the same. His thoughts continued to spiral out of control, down and down in this tangled web of a minor existential crisis. 

'Fuck,' he spoke the thoughts out loud, so the apartment wouldn't feel so empty, 'Maybe I should have just gone in today.' But he quickly waved the thought away. He would have just been more of the same, but away from the suffocating comforts of home. Parts of him knew that in some time, wether it would be within the next hour or the next day, he would go back to his usual self, laughing and smiling and taking pleasure in the fact that he knew he was annoying everyone else with his bright energy. Maybe if he squeezed some socialization in, the extrovert would regain his mental stability. He glanced at the time. It was currently 5:23, which explained the almost-sunset. The pale blues were beginning to deepen into the indigo color that promised nighttime, and soon the skyline would be tainted by the city's glow. Glancing through his phone, he allowed his thoughts to ponder over the possibilities. Daniel Strider went through his life meeting many people. That meant that many diverse relationships were built, lasted the same lifespan of a fly, and weren't even given a proper funeral when they ceased to exist in his life. He tried to tell himself that people's opinions of him didn't matter, and most of the time, he was pretty good at convincing himself as well as other people that this was pretty true. But the things people said about him stuck to him, as if their words were little post-it notes plastered all over his body. He wouldn't say they defined him, but they certainly decorated his personality and that was apart of who he was. 

If someone were to say that he couldn't do something, most of the time he took it as a challenge to prove them wrong. If someone were to say he wasn't enough of something, he might go out of his way to start filling in that perceived gap. As he browsed through his list of contacts, his thoughts wandered to all those times. Someone had marred Daniel's pride the other day, insisting that he wasn't as cool as he thought he was. He had been with Daniella then - ohgosh, 'Of course! How could I not immediately think of my name buddy?' Determination hardened his expression as he now flickered through their past texts messages, typing with lightning fast fingers. It read:

Hey, nerd. You. Me. Bar, the one a few blocks from that pizza place, twenty minutes. (or like as much time as you need bUT NOT TOO MUCH TIME gdi) We're gonna be hardcore tonight. B|

He got there in ten minutes. He hadn't even waited for a confirmation from her, but instead, immediately freshened up his attire (something simple, just jeans and a nice flannel. Stylish enough, but with enough comfort and room to be totally hardcore.) He walked in with his usual suave gait, smirking at anyone who made eye contact with him and letting them be the first ones to break eye contact. He already felt his little heart beating in his chest with anticipation from seeing his friend alone. 'Even if she's busy or some stupid shit, I'll totally just borrow the car and go get her myself,' he didn't realize he was speaking out loud, under his breath. But with the music and the clatter of the conversations flashing back and fourth, no one would have heard him. He bounced along and ordered just a beer - shots would have to wait for when his friend arrived. But still, why not get started now? 

He sat for a while, continuing scattered and half hearted conversations with people he didn't really feel like texting with. He allowed his gaze to flicker up, and he sat a little straighter. The person was facing away from him, but it was all adding up. Feminine, blond, tiny - it could be her. Without really waiting to figure out and save himself from potential embarrasment, he risked it all by standing up and immediately initiating conversation. Not even bothering to tap her on the shoulder to let her know he was there he spoke in his naturally way-too-loud-voice, 'Thank god you finally made it. Alright, so basically the plan is to get just drunk enough - y'know, enough to just be more stupid than usual, and like...be really hardcore. I'm talking like walking into nice neighborhoods, maybe Forest Hills, and knock over their stupid fucking trash cans.' He opened his arms, grinning from ear to ear , still waiting for them to turn around, 'Also, I need a hug like stat. I'm dying. Literally, I'm not gonna make it and I will be completely dead due to not having a hug from like my best friend hug me.' 

DANIELLA SHAE ROSEWOOD , 1039 , i didn't know if i should start it after or before the bar so i went with during and feel free to make it so dan wasn't even talking to her i don't fucking care just i want to get danilla rollin' i'm so out of practice sobs i didn't even proof read this and -rambles more than dan even does- im gonna shut the fuck up now

guilt is burning,

INSIDE I'M HURTING. THIS AIN'T A FEELING I CAN KEEP. SO BLAME IT ON THE NIGHT, DON'T BLAME IT ON ME. DON'T BLAME IT ON ME-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Dani was bored. It seemed like every single person she knew in the entire world was too busy to hang out with her and that was tragic because she needed someone to pay attention to her. Anyone at all would do. Well, except for Kurt because she was still recovering from the last time he lashed out on her and left her with a cut lip and bruised skin. Liam had been her primary choice of course, but he had to work late tonight since whoever was scheduled to work tonight bailed and left him to take up the shift instead. A whole lot of sighing and whining followed after that, but she decided not to beg him to close early and skip out on his responsibilities because it was probably a good thing that Liam was working and being a good manager or something. Still, the unfortunate thing about that whole scenario was that she was left alone and still had nothing to do to entertain herself. For a while she attempted to practice some new choreography for the club, but she just wasn't feeling it right now. After that failed attempt, Dani tried to bake some cookies but distractedly replaced the sugar with salt and everything was awful and ruined. Severely disheartened, the blonde collapsed on her couch where Gus was napping. He snorted and grumbled at her before he started snoring again. Even her dog wasn't providing her with any attention. What the heck was this nonsense? After about twenty minutes of sitting on the couch, staring at a black television screen, Dani slowly slipped to the floor and began rolling around because there wasn't much else to do. It wasn't until her phone started buzzing in her pocket that she was finally saved from her boredom. Daniel, her name buddy, wanted to go out and have some fun which was a warmly welcomed idea. Squeeing with excitement, the blonde jumped up from the floor and rushed from her room to get ready. It took her a while to decide on what to wear because she didn't really feel like dressing up but didn't want to look like a bum either. In the end, she decided on a crop top and some jeans because... that would have to do for now. The bar he wanted to meet at wasn't all that fancy anyway so she wouldn't be likely to stick out that badly. Shrugging to herself, Dani called herself a cab because taking her car would be a bad idea since she wouldn't be able to drive it home later. Now she was running a little later than she wanted to, but the cab finally arrived and soon she was walking into the warmly furnished bar.  Upon her arrival, it didn't take her long to pick out her best friend from the mix of strangers. He was sitting by himself until... until he turned and started jabbering away at some blonde who had her head turned. Giggling to herself, Dani bounced over to him and lightly tapped his shoulders. "Uh... Dan? I'm over here. Stop harassing that poor girl!" The blonde smiled apologetically to the other girl before breaking out into a radiant grin and throwing herself at Dan, wrapping her arms tightly around him. "I feel like it's been forever since I saw you last! And that's a problem because like, wow I adore you so please stop ignoring me until you're bored and no one else will give you attention." She reached up to give him a quick kiss on the cheek before sliding into the open seat next to him. "But I mean, I guess for now you can make it up to me by buying me a drink." Propping up her elbows on the bar, she looked over at him expectantly. Of course she knew that he wasn't ignoring her and they probably hung out with each other like... all the times she wasn't with Kurt or Liam, but still. This was the kind of banter that their friendship thrived off of.

TAG: DANIEL JAMES STRIDER OUTFIT: click WORDS: WORDS HERE NOTES: wow this is awful and late.