Chapter 4

31/08/2011 05:57




When I woke up, Bruno was next to me. He was snoring. I couldn't help but smile. I

tried to get up to take a shower, but he was holding my hand. He wouldn't let go.

"Bruno?" I asked quietly. Nothing. I shook his shoulder. Still nothing.

"Bruno." I said in his ear. Again, nothing. Man, this guy sleeps like a dead person.

Then, I got an idea. I smiled. I moved myself closer to him. I put my other hand on his

cheek and kissed the corner of his mouth. His eyes shot open. He looked at me, his

eyes looked lifeless, as if he were still asleep.

"Good morning." I whispered, sitting up. He rubbed his eyes, and said the same thing.

He was still holding on to my hand.

"May I go take a shower?" I said. He laughed at me.

"Why are you asking me?" he said, still laughing. I looked down at our hands. He

looked down as well.

"Oh. Sorry." he said. He smiled, pulled my hand up to his lips, and kissed it. Then, he

let go. I smiled back and headed to the bathroom. I forgot to tell him something.

"Bruno, I would make you breakfast but I have absolutely no food or anything in the

kitchen." I said, shrugging.

"Its fine," he said, going back to sleep.

I took some clothes into the bathroom with me and took a shower. I spent at least an

hour in there.


When Daisy kissed the corner of my mouth, I really wished I could have continued to

pretend that I was still asleep. If I did, maybe she would have kissed me a little bit

more to the left. Daisy was in the shower right now. She told me she didn't have any

food in her kitchen, so I put it on myself to buy her some. I got a paper and pen and

wrote, "Be right back," on it, just in case she got out before I got back. I set it on the

bed. I put on my shirt and shoes, and headed out the door. I took her key just in case.

I made way to the grocery store closest to Daisy's apartment. It was maybe a minute

away. I walked in the store and threw anything I think she needed inside the cart.

"BRUNZ!" Phil came running up behind me. He scared the shit out of me. I was in the

cereal aisle, and when he screamed, I threw the box I had in my hands in the air.

Luckily, I caught it when it came back down. "Where the fuck were you last night?"

he said, laughing, "Even though I kind of already have an idea." "I went on my date with Daisy." I said.

"How'd it go?"

"Best first date of my life."

"And where'd you sleep???" Phil watched me intently.

"At Daisy's apartment."

"Did you get some?" he said, studying my face. I glared at him.


"I believe you. And for the sake of my money, don't have sex in the next week.

Please." We started walking toward the junk food aisle. Phil had a basket full of


"What are you talking about?"

"Shit," he said under his breath. "Ari and I made a bet. If you and Daisy have sex in

less then a week, he gets $500. After that week is over, I win." I started laughing.

"What the fuck is so funny?! My money is at stake!" he yelled. People started staring

at him. "Sorry!" he said to them, embarrassed.

"Daisy and I were talking about you guys shaking hands last night. I guessed it was a

bet on how long it would take me to ask her to be my girlfriend. She guessed it was

for long it would take us to have sex." I smiled.

"Smart woman." Phil said. I nodded. We ended up not getting any junk food.


I paid for all the food. Even Phil's cookies. All $25 worth of it. I bought all the

essentials, like eggs and milk. I spent at least $200. But it was all worth it. On our way

out to the car, I remembered something. When Daisy said she had nothing, she really

had nothing. No plates, cups, silverware, or pots and pans. I told Phil, and he told me

to go to Sears. He went into the store and bought everything. I gave him my credit

card. I was excited when he got back. We put everything in the trunk and headed to

her apartment. Phil agreed to help me put everything away. When we got there, we

made made three trips bringing everything to the 10th floor. It had been half an hour

since Daisy went into the bathroom. She could be out any minute. Phil put all the food

away. I rinsed and dried all the plates, silverware, and cups, and put them in the

cabinet. I took the pots and pans out of the boxes. I didn't know where the hell they

went. Phil didn't either. So I just set them in the oven so she wouldn't see them. Then,

we heard the water stop running. We looked at each other and picked up our pace. We

were done about a minute later. I thanked Phil and he headed out. He took a bag of

cookies I had bought for Daisy with him. I went back to the bedroom, and jumped out

the bed. I took off my shirt and shoes. I was laying there for maybe ten minutes. I heard the bathroom door open and I closed my eyes.


When I was almost done with my shower, I was pretty sure I heard pots and pans. But

I thought nothing of it. Maybe it was my next door neighbor. I got out of the shower

and threw on white skinny jeans and a black tank top. I thought about possibly calling

Presley so we could go to the mall. I put my wet hair in a bun and walked out.

Bruno turned around and saw me.

"You look beautiful," he told me. I blushed and thanked him. He wouldn't stop

staring. Just like in the airplane. "Would you like breakfast?" he continued.

"Sure. Where are we going?" I asked.

"Your kitchen." he stood up, put his shirt and shoes on, and walked out of the room.

""What did you do?!" I asked, following. When I got to the kitchen. All the cabinets

and the refrigerator were open, revealing the food and everything else. Bruno was

standing there, with a smirk on his face. I just smiled, this man was so nice to me. He

was my first friend here in Hawaii. He treated me like family.

"Thank you Bruno," I said, walking up to him. I gave him a hug. His cologne was

really strong. "You sure saved me a lot of shopping time." We stood there, hugging,

for what felt like an eternity. But I wasn't complaining. And I'm sure Bruno wasn't

either, or else he would have pulled away. I ended up pulling away and he was

smiling. "How much do I owe you?" I said, reaching for my wallet.

"Absolutely nothing." he said. I glared at him.

"Are you sure?"



Bruno and I made and ate our breakfast together. He made a mess, but he helped me

clean up.

"Daisy, I have your guitar at my parents' house. Do you want to go get it?" he asked

me. Honestly, I forgot about it when I met him. But I said yes, because we'd spend

more time together.

"Sure. Hold on." I said, running toward my room. I threw on my purple converse, and

my mirror aviator glasses. I picked up my phone and apartment key, and we headed


In the car, Bruno stole my glasses and put them on himself.

"They look so much better on me." he said, looking at himself through the rearview mirror.

"No, they don't." I said. "I think Ray Ban Wayfarers would look better on you." He

looked at me.

"You think so? I don't think I could afford them."

"Said the guy that bought all the stuff that's in my kitchen." I smiled. I instantly knew

of one thing I was going to buy at the mall with Presley. 'Jailhouse Rock' started

playing on the radio. We both started singing. Bruno was more serious about it. He, at

one point, curled up his lip. I started laughing. He did as well.

"Presley asked me yesterday if I wanted to go shopping with her." I smiled. He looked

at me.

"Presley sure loves having shopping buddies." he said in a girly voice. I started


At this point, we were about to cross an intersection. Little did we know, there was a

semi on our right with brake failures. Then I saw it.

"Bruno..." I said, calmly. I didn't want to freak him out. He saw it. Instantly, this felt

like a scene in an action movie.

When Bruno saw the semi, he took my hand. He floored it, trying to get us out of the

way. We were about to clear the semi, but then it hit the back. The car spun around, a

perfect 180. The whiplash made my arm hit the closed window and actually break it.

There was blood everywhere. I couldn't stand the sight of blood. I started screaming

with my eyes closed. I heard Bruno yelling my name and telling me everything was

going to be alright. The pain started to catch up with me. I'm pretty sure I fainted.


I woke up in the hospital, with an indescribable pain in my arm. I was in surgery. I

wasn't given enough anesthesia. I felt every single shard of glass being removed from

my arm. I felt every single time the steel needle entered and left my skin. And I

couldn't do anything about it. I tried to scream, but I couldn't. I started freaking out.

The only thing I could do was take the pain and suffer.

An hour after that, I woke up. I guess I fell asleep after the surgery, or I was given

some pain killers that made me sleepy. My arm didn't hurt as much anymore, but it

still hurt. The pain I felt during the surgery would stay with me forever. I started

looking around, and I was alone. Where was Bruno? At that very moment, a doctor

walked in and told me everything.

"When your arm hit the window, seventeen shards of glass were lodged into it. Some

pieces were so deep in your arm, we had to perform surgery. You have a total of 42

stitches in your arm right now. You will be able to leave after we bandage your arm,

and you will be given medications, pain killers and antibiotic ointment. I could

prescribe you sleeping pills, if you would like." "Please?" I said, very quietly. The doctor nodded. He wrote on a paper and handed it

to me. I thanked him, and he made his way out. Right after the doctor left, Bruno

made his way in. He was looking at the floor the whole time. He didn't look at me

once. He took his hat off, then ran his fingers through his hair.

"I'm so sorry. So, so, so, so, so sorry. Words can't even describe how sorry I am." he

said, still not looking at me.

"For what?" I said. His head snapped up. He looked angry.

"Daisy, look at your fucking arm!!" he yelled. I did as he said. I looked back at him.

He was pacing.

"Bruno," I said sadly. He looked over at me. I moved over and patted the open space

in my bed next to me. He walked over and sat. He took my hand. I continued, "I

should be thanking you." He looked at me, confused.

"Daisy..." he said.

"Bruno, stop. I wasn't done." I said. "If you hadn't sped up that car, my death would

have been certain. You could have been dead, too. If I have to walk around for the rest

of my life with scars up and down my arm, then so be it. Bruno, these cuts are

absolutely NOTHING compared to death." I sighed and looked at him. He looked

back. He knew I was right.

"Thank you, Bruno." I put one of my hands on the side of his face. I don't know what

happened to me but I liked it. My hand slipped to the back of his head. I ran my

fingers through his hair. He looked at me seductively. He leaned his head toward

mine. Our noses brushed against each other. Just as we were about to kiss, the nurse

walked in. Bruno jumped out of my bed and stood there awkwardly. I was smiling

inside. The nurse was here to bandage my arm. As she did, she told me to change it

every other day, and to not forget to use the ointment everyday. If I didn't, the cuts

would be more prone to infection and the scars they left behind would be more

noticeable. I nodded, I wasn't really paying attention. I was just thinking about kissing

Bruno. His lips looked so soft. I really wanted to feel them on mine. Then the nurse

told me I could go. I thanked her, and practically ran out. Bruno followed. I could hear

him laughing. We walked out of the hospital hand in hand. It was still light out. Bruno

and I acted as if the crash didn't happen, and we headed to his parents' house for my

guitar. When we got there, Phil and Ari were in the the living room, watching TV.

Phil saw my arm and stood up.

"What happened?!" We told him everything. Ari didn't seem that interested. I then

convinced Bruno to stay with Phil and Ari to work on their music while I went to the

mall with Presley.


"Daisy, honestly, I have never seen Bruno so happy with someone in such a short

amount of time." Presley said, looking through the sunglasses in the store. That

reminded me... "And I've never been happier." I said smiling, heading toward an employee at the


"Excuse me, but would you happen to have Ray Ban Wayfarers?" I said. The young

lady looked at me.

"Let me check." she came back about a minute later. "These are our last pair." She

handed them to me and smiled.

"Thank you so much." I smiled at her and walked away.


I could no longer stand on my feet. Presley didn't buy as much stuff as I did. She took

me to my apartment, and helped me with the bags because of my arm. She told me she

would come back tomorrow to see me try on my new clothes. She left and I threw

myself on the couch.


"What's wrong?" I stood and walked over to where the voice was coming from. Bruno

was in my bedroom, in my bed, watching TV. It surprisingly didn't freak me out that

he was in there.

"I forgot to buy my medications." I said, staring at my arm. I was leaning against the


"Oh, you mean those?" He nodded once toward my dresser. There was a small paper

bag. I smiled.

"You're a lifesaver. Thank you." He smiled. I suddenly remembered his glasses.

"Don't move. I bought you something!" i said, backing away.

"Didn't plan on it." I heard him say. I ran back to the living room and started looking

through the bags. It was in the very last bag I checked. Of course. I took the case and

hid it behind my back. I skipped into the room. Bruno was laughing. I jumped on the

bed and looked at him.

"Close your eyes."


"You're ruining this for me. Just do it!" He laughed and he did. I took the glasses out

of the case and put them on him.

"Can I open them now?"

"No!" I laughed. I pulled him off the bed and put my hands over the glasses to make

sure he wasn't peeking. I pushed him toward the mirror. I removed my hands. "Okay. Open." I couldn't tell by his eyes if he had opened them, but I could by his

facial expression. It was priceless. I wished I could have taken a picture.

"You were right. These do look better on me." he said, looking at his face at every


"I'm always right." I replied, heading back to the bed. I threw myself on it. I was so


"Thank you so much, Daisy."

"My pleasure," I mumbled. I fell asleep.


Daisy fell asleep instantaneously. I thought it was funny because it was still light out. I

took one last look at myself in the mirror, and headed over to Daisy. I wanted to ask

her if she would go on a second date with me, but I obviously couldn't right now. I

kissed her forehead, and let myself out.

I headed back to my parents' house to help Phil and Ari with our new song. It was

called "Just The Way You Are". I wanted Daisy to be the first person I sang it to. I just

had to wait for the moment to sing it. When I got there, Phil and Ari were waiting for

me on the front porch. While getting out of the car, I heard them talking.

"Dude, you basically already lost the bet. Just save yourself time and give me the

money. I have stuff I wanna buy before we leave." Phil said.

"No I haven't! We still have a day left. They could do it by then." Ari replied. Then,

they saw me. They both looked down. I could tell they were hiding something from


"What the fuck are you talking about?" I said, angrily.

"You haven't checked at your phone, have you?" Ari said, still looking down.

"No, why?"

"Look at it." Phil told me. At least he looked at me. I did as he said. I had a voicemail.

It was from Aaron. He usually only calls to tell us that someone wants us to help

produce their tracks. I looked at them. They looked sad for me. I listened to it. I put in

on speaker, since they already knew what it was about.

"Hey, Bruno. We need the Smeezingtons to head to London for a month. We got you

a couple of groups to work with. You might want to start packing. I got you all a flight for the day after tomorrow. I'll see you at the airport." I deleted it right away. I rubbed

my forehead. Fuck. I didn't want to leave Daisy. Especially now, because of the

accident. I thought of asking her to come with me, but that would be a little much,

since we just met. I didn't know what to do.

Saturday 06:55

I didn't sleep in my hotel. My parents let me sleep in my old bedroom. This place

brought back memories. Good and bad. It was the exact same way I left it six years

ago. I fell asleep thinking about Daisy. I woke up at 6:30 thinking about Daisy. I just

couldn't get her off my damn mind. I got up and headed for my car. I woke up with the

intention of going to her apartment and telling her how I felt. I was going to tell her,

and if she didn't feel the same way, well, then, I don't know...


When I woke up, it was seven in the morning. 13 hours of sleep. I felt great. I noticed

Bruno wasn't next to me. I was getting attached to him really quick. It was probably

really awkward for him. I don't know if he felt the same way about me. It's like I've

known him for my whole life. I could be myself around him. I smiled just thinking

about him. I sat up, yawned, and rubbed my eyes. Then, I heard a knock on my door.

Bruno. I ripped the sheet off of me, jumped out of my bed and ran for the door,

knocking stuff over on the way. I stopped in front of the door and tried to fix my hair

and straighten out my clothes. I was so excited to see him. He made me feel complete.

Like my heart found my reason for living. I opened the door. His beautiful face

greeted me. He was wearing the glasses I bought him. We both smiled.

"Good morning, Daisy."

"Good morning, Bruno."

"Could I, uh, talk to you?" he said, looking at the floor, playing around with his keys.

At this point, I got very nervous. I thought of the worst.

"Sure. Come in." I moved out of the way and he made his way to the couch. He didn't

sit down. I closed the door and locked it. Still facing the door, I took a deep breath. I

turned around and walked over to the couch. He motioned for me to sit down. I did,

then he took a seat. He still wasn't looking at me. He took off his glasses and sighed.

"Daisy..." he said. We didn't say anything for what seemed like hours. "Shit, this is

harder than I thought it would be. Alright, here I go..." he continued. My smile slowly

faded. My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. I'm pretty sure I was

sweating. "Daisy, I'm in love with you. And I knew I was in love when I saw you at

the gates in the Denver airport while you were looking at your phone. I know we

haven't known each other for that long, but I am sure that I can no longer live my life

without you." I was shocked. On the inside, I was at an all time high. It felt like a huge

weight was lifted off my shoulders. On the outside, I was as expressionless as a brick

wall. He looked at me. My face expression didn't change. I don't think this was the

answer he was looking for. His eyes slowly turned red. He stood up and started

walking toward the door.

"I'm gonna go now." he said. His voice cracked. I stood up. What I was putting him

through was fucking horrible. "Bruno." I said. I took a deep breath. I was trying to keep myself from crying. I saw

his hand go to his face. Probably to wipe away tears. He turned around. His eyes were crimson red, tears streaming down his face like waterfalls. I hated seeing other people

cry. "Bruno, I'm in love with you, too." I said. I forced a smile as I walked up to him.

He met me halfway. He grabbed my face and looked at me with eyes that were hard to

explain. He looked sad, but happy. Relieved, but stressed out. I put my hands on his as

he leaned his forehead on mine. Then, he pulled me closer and pressed his lips on

mine. Next thing I know, our tongues are playing around in each others' mouths.

Simultaneously, I jumped and wrapped my legs around him, threw my arms around

his neck, and he wrapped his arms around my waist to hold me up. We didn't miss a

single kiss. He started walking toward my bedroom when I thought I heard someone

knocking. I sucked on his tongue, fucking hard, and pulled his hair lightly. He moaned

loudly. The knocking I thought I heard turned into pounding. I stopped kissing Bruno

abruptly and looked at him. He looked at me. He put me down and ran his hands up

my back slowly. I shivered. He ran his fingers through my hair and kissed me softly. I

smiled and kissed him back. He took my hand and we headed to the door.

"I love you, Daisy." he told me.

"I love you, Bruno." I said, looking at him and reaching for the doorknob. I kissed him

once again and bit my lip. I opened the door.

My smiling face slowly lost it's emotion. I forgot about everything that had happened

to me just now and in the last few days. I didn't know what to do. I stared at him, my

eyes wide open. I let go of Bruno's hand, but he held on. I felt like I was looking at a

ghost. He stared back, with his hazel eyes. He had the same look on his face, but it

looked like he hadn't slept.



Daisy was big part of my life. I didn't know how she could do this to me. I was the

shoulder she had to cry on when she needed it. I had been her best friend since I was a

junior in high school and she was a freshman. I wanted to be there for her for the rest

of my life. She was like the younger sister I never had.

When I went to pick her up for lunch, she wasn't at her house. I didn't panic though.

After three hours of waiting and calling her phone nonstop without her picking up, I

walked into her room and looked in her closet. The suitcase she hid in the back wasn't

there. She didn't know that I knew about it. Then, I looked on her bed. The bear that

her mother gave to her when she was four wasn't there. I suddenly remembered

something that I had always wanted to forget. Her dad had told me that he put a

microchip in the bear, just in case she ran away so he could find her and teach her a

lesson. I winced just thinking about it. I guess Daisy never noticed the fucked up

stitching on the back of the bear. I walked over to her laptop and logged in to the

microchip's company's website. A big black screen came up with "TRACKING" in

big white letters.

A map of the world showed up. Then, it slowly started zooming in. To Hawaii. I was

shocked. Why the hell would she go there? She hated the heat. She would always

complain when it was hotter than 80 degrees Fahrenheit. Then, I smiled. You have to

give credit where credit is due. She was really smart. The website gave me an address and I headed to the airport.

When I got to the airport, the lady told me there were no open flights until three in the

morning on Saturday. Of course. I would get to Hawaii at seven, Hawaii time. I had

no choice but to take it.

I came back to the airport Friday night. I had no luggage. I didn't plan on staying a

whole day. I boarded the plane and took my seat. I wondered how Daisy would handle



I got off the plane as quickly as I could. I got to a taxi and handed him the paper with

the address on it. Five minutes later, he stopped in front of some apartments. I paid

him, and stepped out. I thought finding her was going to be a pain in the ass, until I

saw the landlord. As I was walking toward him, I looked into the open elevator. There

was a short guy with curly hair looking at the floor. He took off his glasses and rubbed

his forehead. I felt bad for him. I went to the landlord and told him that my sister,

Daisy, lived here and she told me to come visit but she didn't tell me the apartment.

He smiled and told me 17D on the tenth floor. I thanked him and headed for the


The elevator hit the 10th floor and I stepped out. I put my hands in my pockets and

walked to the end of the hallway. I stood at the door of 17D for a minute and knocked.

I heard someone moan. Daisy's growing up. I'm pretty sure I threw up a little in my

mouth. I pounded on the door a few times and stopped. I felt awkward just being here.

I was about to leave when I heard a familiar voice say: "I love you, Bruno." Daisy. At

that moment, I knew I was at the right place at the wrong time. Daisy opened the door.

I stared. Her eyes were darker and her hair was lighter and longer. Her right arm was

bandaged up. I noticed that she was holding someone's hand. I looked at him. He was

the guy from the elevator. He looked at her with eyes of worry. I looked back at Daisy.

She looked happy and scared at the same time.

"Cesar..." she said in her high pitched voice. I couldn't help but smile.