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A knock came swiftly to her door and Danny sat up just as the door opened. 'Typical' she thought. Her mother never waited for an answer she always just opened the door. Trailing behind her was one of the maids with an armful of dry cleaned dresses. "Hey honey!" her mother chirped "We picked up a few things for you and had Julianne send some of your dresses out to be cleaned. You want to try them on?" an obnoxious smile seemed to cover her face. Danny paused for a moment trying to gather her thoughts but her mother pressed it again "Well?" "Sure" she said, forcing a smile. "Are you alright dear? It's not that Jonathan kid is it? I told you he was no good." Danny rolled her eyes "No mom. I'm fine. Please don't talk about Jonathan that way, you never really gave him a chance." "Don't talk to me like that young lady. He's from the other side of town and that's all I need to know about him. Now up! I want to see how these dresses look on you so we can have Julianne take them in if they don't fit."
Danny appeased her mother and tried on all 12 dresses that she bought. 2 of them had to be taken in and 2 of them "just wouldn't do"...according to her mother of course. Once she finally left her room, Danny quickly shut the door behind her and pulled out her phone.
"To: Ainsley
From: Danny
How did you put up with mom for so many years? P.s. I need to talk to you. I think you're the only one who will understand. Love you."
Aside from Jonathan, Ainsley was Danny's favorite person in the world.
[[OOC: sorry I haven't posted in awhile everyone! I just started school again a couple days ago, and i'm in the process of transferring schools, so bear with me! Thank you all for posting in my absence!]]
What could be said to something like that? What words are there that would not upset John further? Zechariah wanted deeply to help, but how? What course of action could be considered a suitable option? Several questions raced through his brain, a fraction of which were unanswered. Still, one question had an answer: that of how John and Danny might be able to keep their child.
"John..." A smiled entered the blonde man's features so to cheer his friend up. "I happen to know some people at church who may be able to help with caring for the baby. Pastors, Bible school teachers, even some people in our age range who volunteer their time there. They would be more than happy to assist you however they can. Would you like for me to write down the phone numbers of the ones I have in mind?"
Laughing nervously, he made his response. "Yknow... the funny thing about running away from our problems is, they have a way of catching up to us. Not to sound preachy or anything, I'm just saying that from experience. I mean, if you were to just leave... let's just say, she would not like that very much." Zechariah took a deep breath through his teeth as he realized how that may sound to John. "Okay, I just made it worse, did I?" He let that breath out prior to continuing. "To be honest, there is not much else I can say to that scenario." Oh, no. Did you just accept defeat? He placed a hand on his forehead while blurting out, "Man, I feel useless..."
With a small smile, he walked out to his car, grinning as he drove to the arcade. He actually felt like an excited little boy again, going to the arcade with some of his friends. John hadn't felt this good in a while. Actually, this was the way he felt whenever he was going to pick up Danny. Aww crap, way to get her out of your head he let his head fall against the steering wheel, groaning as he did so. John pulled out his phone, finding no new messages, almost wishing Danny would text him first so he didn't feel so conflicted. A huff and 6 text ideas later, John had a text he found semi acceptable.
To: Danny
From: Jonathan
I hope you made it back home ok... Are you ok?
Quickly sending the message, John stepped from his car, walking into the arcade and getting some tokens. He made his way over to the skeeball machine, getting one hundreds practically every time. John was oddly very good at arcade games, well, skeeball at least. With another hundred he could practically see Danny standing next to him, bouncing in joy. John had taken her to this arcade for a date and won her a stuffed bear. It was a date right out of the movies, and John couldn't help but cherish the memories, no matter how much they hurt right now.
He felt somewhat better hearing his friend ramble on about the arcade and bringing Kellin. The youth counselor's chuckle was stifled enough for only him to hear. Well, this would probably be great for all three of us, anyway. Kellin could use some time away from the rehab center, every once in a while.
Remembering where he told the girl to go, Zech made his way to the elevator. With such a busy atmosphere in most areas of the building, the elevator usually contained several people at once, not that he minded. Although, the times when he could go to something low key and calming was sometimes preferable. For example, Zech always did enjoy going to one of the local coffee shops for a decaf mocha or latte, sometimes even one of the fruit smoothies available.
It did not take long to reach floor two. Once out in the hall, he took a right before shortly arriving at the door to room 231, where Kellin was staying. So to be polite, Zechariah knocked three times.
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