𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐢'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯

the pulsating beats of the nightclub throbbed through the walls, each bass drop sending vibrations through my body. the air was thick with a heady mix of sweat, perfume, and the faint scent of spilled alcohol.

neon lights flashed sporadically, casting fleeting shadows and creating an electric, almost surreal atmosphere. the music was so loud that it seemed to reverberate through my bones, a relentless rhythm that both energized and overwhelmed me.

amid the chaos, i used my hand as a steadying force, whilst her fingers interlaced with mine as i led us through the crowded dance floor. her touch was warm and firm. we navigated through the throngs of people, bodies pressed close together, lost in the music and the moment.

we finally reached the door to the bathroom, a dimly lit sanctuary from the overwhelming sensory assault of the club. i roughly pushed it open, and we slipped inside quickly, the door clicking shut behind us, muffling the relentless beats to a distant throb.

the bathroom was a stark contrast to the chaos outside. dim, flickering fluorescent lights cast a pale glow over the tiled walls, and the air was cool and still, carrying a faint hint of industrial cleaner.

as soon as the door closed, i turned to her, feeling my eyes darken intensely. i gazed down at her hungrily as i took in her facial features.

skai was simply beautiful.

the small, confined space seemed to shrink even more as she stepped closer, the proximity igniting a spark of electricity between us. her gaze locked onto mine, a silent question lingering in the air. she barely had time to nod before my lips crashed against hers hungrily, a collision of pent-up desire and raw emotion.

the kiss was urgent, desperate, as if we were trying to make up for lost time. i felt my hands tangled in her curly coiled hair that felt like clouds, pulling her closer as our bodies pressed together, the heat between us rising rapidly. i allowed my hands to roam over her back, tracing the contours of her body with a familiarity that sent shivers down my spine.

we stumbled backward, our movements frenetic and uncoordinated, until her back hit the cool, tiled wall. i pushed her further against the wall, so she could feel the contrast between the cool tiles and the heat of our bodies collided. her lips never left mine, her hands explored feverishly, so much so that it left me breathless.

her tongue teased the seam of my lips, and i parted them, letting her deepen the kiss. the taste of her, mingled with the remnants of our drinks, was intoxicating. i moaned softly into her mouth, the sound swallowed by the intensity of our kiss. my hands slid under her shirt absent mindly, her body tensed up at my touch.

our breathing grew ragged, the air around us charged with a tension. with each second, it felt like there was a silent plea, a demand for more.

i pulled back slightly, her forehead resting against mine as she caught her breath. her eyes were dark and dilated, her lips swollen from our kisses. "dani," she whispered, her voice husky with desire, "it's time to wake up now..."

***

i woke up in a pool of sweat, in two places. firstly i was drenched in sweat all over as i rose from my dream confused and trying to recollect my thoughts. as for the other place...you don't even want to know. i wiped my forehead that had a blanket of sweat and waddled to the toilet to take a shower instantly.

i was still dazed until the cold water finally hit me, screaming for my body to regain it senses. my once sunken eyes was now open and i contemplated in the shower over my dream that kept on replaying in my head over and over again, like a broken record player.

why the fuck did i dream about my ex, and why like that?

i didn't know how to feel. i was even shocked that my mind could produce such as vivid imagined scene that never happened.

the direction of the dream was amazing though...i mean who thought of the make out scene in the back of a nightclub's toilets, what a classic.

in all seriousness, i was shocked. i knew that i had feelings for skai, it wasn't something i could even deny myself anymore.

i was becoming increasingly intrigued to be around her as the days go on. i was also aware of how much of a dickhead this makes me. i had a whole girlfriend, who was committed to me and loved me, and here i was having strange dreams about my first love.

this can't be.

i turned the water off and sluggishly exited the shower. i wiped my body down first before getting a separate clean towel and wrapped my wet hair in it. i entered my room and saw my phone buzzing from the corner of my eye, but chose to ignore it. i was in no shape or mood to talk to anyone right now. i am currently going through a crisis.

i applied lotion across my body before changing quickly into some sweats and a sports bra. i pulled out an oversized black celine hoodie to keep myself warm. every now and again, i sat on the edge of my bed feeling completely bewildered, occasionally resting my chin in my palms to contemplate on life.

once my hair wasn't soaking wet anymore, i let my curls fall onto my shoulders. i applied my hair oils and combed my curls out so it didn't look as unruly. thankfully i didn't have tighter curls, which made handling my hair less of a hassle which is perfect for me who is very low maintenance.

i was going to supress my feelings for skai as much as possible, but once someone appears in your dream you know its wraps. taking a deep breath, i opened my bedside draw and took my medication, downing it with water.

i had a lot to do today, and could not afford distraction. since i decided to take my meds this morning, i knew that my appetite would vanish completely, so i grabbed my car keys from the counter, placed my phone in my hoodie pocket and headed outside to go to the studio early.

i drove to the studio and parked in my usual spot before heading inside. the studio was empty since it was nearly seven in the morning and people don't usually arrive until three to four pm at times. i sat in front of the mixing board and switched on the system, desperate for a distraction from the place that my mind keeps on wandering to.

despite the dream not being real, i clearly remembered certain parts, and those parts kept flashing in my mind.

"fuck me." i whispered as i rubbed my face in irritation. my wandering mind was going to be the death of me today.

i looked up from my hands and peered over at my phone. i have never been the stalker type, i just don't find other people that interesting, even to check up on what they are posting.

i didn't even have a phone like that until three months. i am hardly ever on my phone and simply use it as a device to allow people to reach me, though my phone is dead like half of the time.

but today, my curiosity debuted as i reached for my phone that was sitting on the desk and opened it. i found myself navigating to instagram. there i went straight to the search bar and typed in skai's name. her profile came up as the first suggestion, a blue verified tick next to it. sighing i clicked onto her profile.

i didn't understand what my purpose on her page was, but i couldn't help but admire her. she posted all sorts of pictures, selfie pictures, magazine shoots, loved ones. the more i looked, the more my deeper, hidden feelings started to pour out. it was like my heart was bleeding out all the things i tried to stuff and supress within myself in an attempt to ignore it.

i suddenly felt like i was back in middle school with a massive crush on the popular girl. i suddenly felt like how i did four years ago when we first met, and i would look forward to view her snapchat stories.

before i could indulge any further, my phone rang with dante's caller id. i shook my head, trying to get out of this trance that i seemed to have woken up in and swiped out of instagram before answering the call.

"hello?" dante answers immediatly.

"yo, what's up?" i ask as i wipe my hand across my face in an attempt to concentrate on the call.

"woah, someone sounds like they woke up on the wrong side of the bed." dante jokes. today i was not in the mood for dante's dad jokes. "did you sleep rough or something?"

"somethin' like that." i said, replying dryly.

"okay, anyways don't forget you have a gig this afternoon. i need you there backstage at seven pm sharp for the ten pm show. we'll go over lights, the set list and everything just in case. also it will be filmed and you'll have to do an interview before the show, sorry in advance about that." dante informed me, my mind felt so messed up that i didn't even find the will power within me to protest.

"that sounds cool."

"seriously dani, take a nap or something because you sound like you've been run over by a lorry truck. anyways see you tonight." i said goodbye and ended the call.

i leaned back in the chair and faced the ceiling of the studio. look at what this girl is doing to me.

***

i got back from the gig at around two am. i started undressing from the door, too tired to even go back and collect my things. that is a chore for tomorrow dani.

i went into the bathroom to freshen up and hopped into bed. i managed to call jasmine briefly, just so she wouldn't get upset at me, but i couldn't stay on the call for long. the guilt was starting to creep in heavily. i didn't know how to stop my festering feelings for skai. i wished that i could turn it off, to make everybody and my life easier. because now i was fighting every urge in my body to not think about her, or text her.

before setting my phone to charge, i spot skai's message and open it instantly. it was sent a few hours ago and it was a meme about the bear.

i couldn't help but smile fondly, as i imagined how skai would have been cracking up to this as she sent me it. she does this thing where once she finds something funny, the whole world needs to know. but when you ask her what's she is laughing about, she is too busy laughing to explain.

one text wouldn't hurt anybody right?

𝐬𝐤𝐚𝐢

| hey, u up?

u did not just u up me😭|

| oh no u caught me!

| wuu2

nothingggg just baking |

yes at 2:45am in the fucking morning leave me alone |

| why?

why not? |

| but why?

why not? |

| but why tho???

| ok on a serious note send me pics of whatever your baking so i can still confirm that ur a trash baker

why r u hating so hard |

| its fun wdym?

oh so u r having fun at my expense? |

bet |

rather than sending the pictures lemme ft you rq it'll be easier |

| ok i'm about to get a cooking show?

yessirr |

when i walk down the street i get mistakened for gordon ramsey |

| lying is actually a sin

hate on me one more time and im not fting u |

| my bad ma

i couldn't help but smirk at my phone as we texted each other, the banter flowing effortlessly. suddenly, my phone switches to an incoming facetime call and i answer smiling as i stared down at the phone. skai was angling her phone before she showed me the finished product to her brownies.

"are those weed brownies?" i asked loudly and i could already feel her eyes rolling to the moon.

"no danielle, these are regular brownies." i raised an eyebrow as i brought the phone up closer to look at her finished product.

"they look like weed brownies to me." i insisted finally backing away.

"shit how did you know?" she asks, sulking slightly.

"skai you're so peculiar and weird that you would not be up at the dead of night making regular brownies like a normal person." i said matter of factly.

"fuck you dani and your hating ass." she says, sticking up her middle finger at the camera.

𓏲𝄢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝!