Danny's eyes closed as his head reeled back in laughter and rolled along the old, mystery stained sofa, he loosely held the wii controller in one hand and clutched tightly at his side with the other.

"If you keep making me laugh I'm never going to make it through this shitty game." Danny gestured towards the screen where a vibrant red 'FAILED' filled the screen, the hue falling onto you and him.

"I mean come on... there's no way that fucking thing hit me it's bullshit and you know it!"

"But I like making you laugh..." You protested.

"Yeah, I know..." Danny kept lightly and intermittently chuckling, wiping small tears out of the corner of his eyes "...you like watching me fail?"

"No, you jackass, when you laugh your eyes light up and it makes me feel good." Danny stopped laughing but his smile did not fade and he began to turn red, something that never normally happened. His eyes fell to the floor for just a moment before rising up your body to lock with your own.

Danny set the controller on the coffee table next to his bowl of skittles and lifted up one side of his fluffy, brown blanket, inviting you in and gesturing for you to place your head on his chest, an invitation you accepted with open arms, it was warm and comforting, your hand fell perfectly onto his chest and you could feel his heart softly beating away.

"I'm so glad you decided to come and stay here with me and Arin... and Suzy... and Barry... and sometimes Ross pops his head in... even if they can all be a bit of a jackass sometimes." He whispered into your ear whilst gingerly twirling your hair around his fingers.

"Ay Danny I can hear you, if you want a sandwich that doesn't have spit in it I suggest you stop insulting me." A voice called out from the kitchen.

"Sorry Arin, please don't spit in my sandwich!" Danny responded, laughing at his friend's comment.

"I'm glad I accepted your invite too." You looked up at him as he looked down and smiled.

"Now come on... stop putting off playing this piece of crap." He groaned as he leant forward, picking up the controller and tightening the strap on his wrist.

"But it's so bad." He complained before resuming his wild flailing and seemingly random arm movements.

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Written by Aaron.