Snippet #2434524

It seemed shortly after I'd come downstairs, Danny did too. Honestly, there was that odd static in the air between us. Like after a violent storm or a fist fight.
He didn't say a word to me at first as it seemed we both needed something to eat. I was a pretty good cook....when it came to deep frying things...My sister was always the better cook which was fine by me. I for one did not want to cook dinner for 9 people.

Danny seemed to forget I was there as he spoke to Ren about dinner and my heart sunk, my eyes blinked back tears.

I should just go. I felt so werid, so uncomfortable right now. I didn't know what to do. The tension plus the pain in my ankle was making me dizzy and I could feel myself shaking.

Great...A anexity attack.

I'm not exactly prone to them, I've had about 2 maybe 3 in my life but it was usually because I was under a serious amount of stress and right now, with my stubborn need not to cry, I had no way of relieving any of the pressure that had built up mentally.

Danny turned to me then, and my breathing quickened some . I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out.

My dad had witnessed two of my panic attacks and described me as going dangerously pale for someone of my skin tone. Like my face had blanched and that was right before I would pass out. He'd caught me the one time, I don't think I could take such a fall right now.
"You hungry?" Danny asked and that did it. I don't know why but it did. My body grew heavy and I reached out for something to hold on to so that I didn't crash to the ground. I honestly don't know what I grabbed on to but I managed to straighten myself enough that I could stumbled quickly to my room.

My body was on autopilot at this point as stumbled up the steps, crawled on the bed, wrapping my arms around my legs, trying to steady my breathing.

I think my dad would be proud...Okay probably not. He'd kick my ass for getting this flustered over a guy I'd only just started dating...if I could even say we were dating anymore...

That thought made me dizzier if at all possible. I rested my head on my knees and decided, I had two options. I'd cry or I'd faint.

...With that, I started sobbing in my arms, thankfully, my cries were somewhat muffled.