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I STILL HEAR YOUR VOICE WHEN YOU SLEEP NEXT TO ME
Who: Danny and Walter
What: Just two dudes hanging out at White Castle on Valentine's Day Eve, it's most definitely not a date
When: 2/14
Where: Walter's house, then White Castle
Warnings: teenagers
Danny pulls up to Walter's house in his car and does one last check. Seats: clear. Dirty laundry: at "home" at Stefan's. The clothes he's wearing right now: not his dirty laundry. Breath: not that gross (he thinks). Okay, he should be good.
He pulls out his phone to send Walter a text.
Hey, I'm in front of your house. You ready?
What: Just two dudes hanging out at White Castle on Valentine's Day Eve, it's most definitely not a date
When: 2/14
Where: Walter's house, then White Castle
Warnings: teenagers
Danny pulls up to Walter's house in his car and does one last check. Seats: clear. Dirty laundry: at "home" at Stefan's. The clothes he's wearing right now: not his dirty laundry. Breath: not that gross (he thinks). Okay, he should be good.
He pulls out his phone to send Walter a text.
Hey, I'm in front of your house. You ready?
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It's a little hard to collect his thoughts right now. Static in his brain. One thing he does know is that he can't really deny what he's been suspecting anymore. Not with the constant butterflies.
"Danny --"
But what is he supposed to do about it? He dips a little closer, almost unconsciously, but pulls away at the last second, squeezing his fists and smiling along with Danny.
"We should... finish dinner."
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"Oh! Oh, heh, right...yeah...Dinner. Yeah, let's. Do that."
He begins eating his (now soggy with mustard and ketchup) sliders, trying not to be too obvious about the fact that he can't tear his eyes away from Walter.
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Maybe he shouldn't have ducked away before. Maybe...
The waitress interrupts that train of thought with the check. Which he pounces on immediately, slapping his hand on it and dragging it his way.
"Everything here is on me, okay? A-and before you complain, you drove."
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So he holds his arms up in a mock surrender. "Alright, alright, I'm officially leaving it." Then a grin twitches at the corners of his mouth. "But I'm taking the next one."
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There's going to be a next one? And that wasn't a joke?? He's all fumbly as he browses through his wallet before throwing down some cash (and a huge tip, because math is too complicated right now).
"Are you ready to head out?" After a quick look down, he realizes that he's overlooked their "dessert" -- a pair of Hershey's Kisses, left with the check. "...or do you want your Kiss first?"
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"Oh."
He pauses for a moment, then says, "Yeah, actually, I do."
He picks up one of the candies, unwraps it, and pops it in his mouth. Then he grabs the second one and stretches it out to Walter, offering him a Kiss.
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His heart is about to beat out of his chest, and his logical mind is telling him to wait for the Perfect Moment. But Perfect Moments are hard to come by. Sometimes you just have to go with your heart. Even if your heart is telling you to go for it in a public fast food restaurant.
So he squeezes Danny's hand, leans in, and plants a real kiss on his lips. It's going to last as long as Danny allows, or until Walter's jelly-legs give out. Whatever comes first.
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He lets it linger and enjoys the moment...and finally breaks it. He's got the widest grin on his face and he can't tear his eyes away from Walter. At least, not until their waitress comes up again and hands them another Polaroid, one she apparently took of them in the moment because it's showing the two of them with their faces mashed together.
"Congratulations," she says kindly.
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"W...wow."
He wishes he had something better to say, but words are escaping him. He smiles, a wave of giddiness overtaking him. The arrival of the Polaroid gives him something to focus on, which he does, while laughing. His eyes are bright and a little shiny.
This is real life. There's photographic evidence.