LOGINMalia........ I'm not sure what had gotten into me, but i found myself kissing Danny. Maybe it was the atmosphere, the mood this rooftop was giving, or maybe even the story he ended up telling me, and seeing him slightly differently, I knew he was a hero to a lot of people, especially from the ones he saved on call, i knew that he cared about people despite the tough exterior he put on. Saving lives even when not on call, not everyone, not every firefighter goes through that. He was brave, tough, saved so many lives, and didn't overthink it, which shows how much he cares. I'm not sure if it was both, but I had the urge to kiss him, touch him, do things I've been fighting myself on to not do, thoughts I've been wanting to do for a while. A lot has happened tonight already, i had to stay focused on all of this instead of him i had no choice, because if i didn't, things would've for sure already escalated between us by now. When i asked the question about the other girls i was just be
Danny’s POV When I pulled up to the house and was about to go inside, the last thing I expected to see was Malia in her car, throwing her phone and hitting the steering wheel. I wasn’t sure what was wrong, but I knew that it had bothered me; seeing her like this was the last thing I wanted to witness. I wanted to make it better. Despite the effects and consequences it’d have on me, knowing how exhausted and sore my body was. Knowing I had to be back at work tomorrow, working a 24-hour shift, and wanting so badly to take a hot, relaxing shower to relax my muscles, but I couldn’t let her go to her therapy session not like this not by herself. Usually, after you work a 24-hour shift, you're off for 48 hours, but because I was still on the schedule, the chief adjusted for me to help Malia recover faster, and I wanted to be there when she went back to work. I wouldn't be working a full shift; I'd be there for a few hours from the start of the shift. Luckily, Mariah had already shared wit
Malia...."WHAT THE HELL? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME, DANNY? I heard Mariah's words from downstairs, followed by a smack, "Have you lost your damn mind? I don't know what's been going on with you lately, but you need to get your shit together." I had to admit I kind of felt bad for him, but then again, he did deserve it. Besides, he was the one who wanted to tell Mariah about the bullshit he pulled last night as the first step of proving himself to me, proving he meant what he said. It’s still early, just because he told Mariah doesn’t mean anything it was a start I’ll give him that but it’s going to take more than that to get me to forgive him, to actually see him proving himself to me which is exactly the same thing I told him last night but he didn’t care he still wanted to do it and I couldn’t stop it. “As an apology to malia and to me instead of relaxing at the house and doing whatever you want on your off day you are going to volunteer your services to help and take her to her p
Danny This was never supposed to have happened. When Mariah sent me that text, it was like something had taken over me. I knew I couldn’t avoid Dawson forever; I’d have to see her, talk to her eventually. Without even fully realizing it, my body acted on its own, not even giving my brain time to catch up before calling out to this woman from the club. It wasn’t until I saw Dawson trying to leave that I managed to gain back control. Fuck! I heard about this before, there are a lot of things that could factor into it, but there are only 2 I could think of momentarily that could make this happen. The first thing could be anxiety and or stress, if a person is extremely stressed out and worried it could take them to a state where they feel or sense that not only are you not in control of your body but your thoughts and emotions as well and I’ve been under so much stress lately especially due to recent events. The second would be what’s called depersonalization-derealization disorder, whic
Malia “Lia,” I sighed as Mariah yelled my name from downstairs, “it’s time to take your medicine,” she continued. I yelled back “i already did I took them 20 minutes ago but thank you” she yelled back upstairs “okay your welcome” it’s been 2 weeks since I was released from the hospital, 2 weeks since I had no choice but to stay with my bestfriend due to my injuries and 2 weeks of me almost going crazy. Don’t get me wrong, I love Mariah with all my heart, and I really appreciate her and all she’s done for me. The first couple of days when I came here were great, despite the situation, I was able to spend some long-overdue time with my best friend. It was a ladies night a sleepover every night we spend more time together than we had in a while due to our busy schedules but now it’s starting to feel smothering, it was as if Mariah had forgotten that I was still able to take care of myself she treated me like I was a child with a fever and it was beginning to be to much. It seemed like a
Malia……It’s been 2 weeks since I’ve been in the hospital recovering and I was ready to get out of here technically I was able to get discharged last week but they had me stay on additional week to keep me under observation so they could monitor my progress a little more even though I had already informed them that I was fine. The lacerations on my face had healed a week ago, and the bullet that grazed me in the stomach was just a scar now. I was still feeling pain in my shoulder, of course, but the only thing that was preventing me from doing anything was the surgery. My surgical wounds would take some time to heal. Within the past few weeks, I’ve been visited by Mariah, Grandon, and my co-workers, who’ve become my firehouse family. Everyone was so worried, even the chief, who was as tough as a rock. Unfortunately, not all of them had visited me. The only ones I hadn’t seen yet were Danny and June, both of whom I’d last seen was the day of the incident. I know Danny stayed with me un
Malia…. I put my hand down as my smile went away, that was rude as hell. “ what the fuck was his problem? Did something crawl up his ass when he was taking a shower or something? What the hell was that? He surely wasn’t acting like this earlier. I took a deep breath and decided not to let him and hi
Danny Fuck! The dinner I had forgotten all about that damn dinner. Shit, I still need to go to the store and grab the ingredients and whatever else that was on the list that Mariah sent me Earlier. I had to go to the store, go home, and cook since Mariah insisted on a home-cooked meal but wasn't the
Danny. As we continued to talk I noticed we were close to a block away from the station to be specific. As I turned on the street of the station my entire mood changed once I noticed there was someone by Dawson's car. I couldn't see any clear features yet since we weren't that close but I could tell
Danny I yawned as I sat up on the sofa, I was so exhausted when I got home this morning from taking Dawson home that the moment I got home I collapsed on the sofa in the living room. I didn’t even have enough energy to make it to my bedroom. Why was I still tired? After wiping the sleep from my eyes







