I stare dead at the ceiling of my hotel room.

Was it him hiding behind the bushes? The presence of a person that I felt, was it him? Was Danny following me? Logically, he wouldn't because he just woke up and he looked so sleepy and tired as if he didn't want to go out. But if he did, did Danny hear my conversation with Glen? Or the moment I mentioned Mark's name? I thought I said I wanted him to be there because I didn't want any of his best friends missed it.

I am still laying flat on my bed like Patrick the Starfish from Spongebob Squarepants. I am tired after driving the whole two hours just to find the perfect distance between Danny and I of a hotel room. It's not much, but it's comfortable enough for me to stay here for a few days until I decide where I really want to bunk in.

I turn my head to my left, looking outside the window and realise how long I've been staying awake. For sure the whole night. The sky is changing its colour and I wonder what should I do once the night changes. Usually while I was staying with Danny, I would follow him either to recording studio or any places he had to be (except yesterday where he told me the other night not to wake him up in the morning because he had a day off on the next day). But looks like my schedule changes now. Drastically changes.

I realise that I didn't even take out my phone from my jeans when it buzzes as my alarm. I take it out and see it's only 7:30 a.m.. The usual time I wake up and wake Danny up.

"Haa," I sigh, thinking: had Danny prepare for this? Did Danny set his alarm the night before knowing he'd kicked me out and there'll be no one to wake him up this morning?

I wanted to call him, to make sure that he has already woken up, but as soon as I type his phone number, I couldn't press the green button. My thumb dances on top of my phone's screen, battling either to press or not.

But then I realise, why would I? He'd kicked me out; packed my things himself and kicked me out. He'd practically broke up with me though he didn't say it with his own mouth. Usually after a day or two days of being apart because of an argument, he would come back to me, couldn't live his life without me, but now? I may be wrong, but I doubt he'll want me back.

I can't hold my phone too long because my wallpaper is a picture of us standing in between thousands of people in New York City on New Year. Fireworks are playing behind us and though it was cold, my cheeks heat up because he was kissing my cheek. I want to change the wallpaper, but I can't because I love the moment and I still love him.

Soon, my eyes are getting heavy. Of course, insomnia. People tend to stay awake the whole night and only sleep during the day. I know this isn't going to be the best sleep, but I am sleepy. And tired. I need some rest.

________

I wake up when I hear ringing of a phone. It takes me a few seconds to realise that it's actually my phone that's ringing. I get up and look for my phone, and sure I found it on the floor beside my bed with its face kissing the floor. Thank God the floor is covered with carpet; otherwise, my phone is going to crack even more!

Grumpily I pick my phone up, looking at the caller and seriously, my heart skipped a bit when I look at the caller ID: Glen.

Oh no!

I gulp, knowing that it is about Danny and I relationship he wants to know about. But he's not wrong that he wants to know because he and Mark are Danny's best friends, they deserve to know what happened (because some time, at the end of the day, they were the reason we get back together).

"Hello?" I greet him, tucking my hair behind my ears.

"Hello, Kayla," Glen greets me back softly. "Were you sleeping?" He asks, maybe recognise my rough voice.

"Yeah," I answer. "What's up?" I ask, straightforward.

Hearing Glen's sigh makes me edgy. I know there's something he wans to ask, but doesn't want to.

"What do you want to ask, Glen? It's about Danny and I, isn't it?"

Glen scoffs, as if he just surrendered that I guessed it right. "Yeah," he says.

I sigh. "Well, he kicked me out," I tell him sadly. But only with that one sentence, Glen becomes furious.

"He what?!" He shouts.

"Yeap, he did," I say. "I don't know what happened. As soon as I got home yesterday, he was already rushing in the house, packing my things up."

"He what?!" Glen repeats. "He packed your things?" Glen asks, wanting confirmation. I only hum as a yes.

"Dude," Glen speaks, which I know to another person under the same room with him: Mark.

"What happened?" I hear Mark asks. It sounded distant, but I could still hear. I don't know where they're currently at, but it sure is quiet.

"Here, talk to her," Glen says and I assume he's handing the phone to Mark based on how distant his voice sounded. "I can't handle it right now," he adds frustratingly.

I then hear rumbling and sighs and footsteps. Then, when I hear another voice greeting me, I know the phone has now changed to another hand.

"What happened, babe? Danny kicked you out?" Mark asks in concern.

I can't help, but chuckle to myself and this messy relationship between Danny and I. "Yeah," I say as if it's not a big a deal.

"God, I am sorry, Kay," he apologises on the behalf of Danny. "No wonder he came alone and looked so troubled."

"Ha, really?" I frown. "I didn't think he would wake up."

"Surprisingly, he did," Mark says, "but, yeah, he wasn't there though he was there."

"Well, I guess he really doesn't need me because he could wake up in the morning." I shrug, feeling sad at my own statement.

"That's bullshit! You know he needs you!" Mark practically blames me. "What the hell is wrong with these people?" Mark whines faintly to his friend.

"Yeah, whatever. I'd appreciate it if you don't talk about this," I say as I get up and get to my bag, rummaging through the unfolded clothes to find a towel and my toiletries.

"Well, I can't pretend this whole thing didn't happen. Danny's face looked so disturbed the whole time during recordings and - oh, Danny, please forgive me - he cried a few times in the studio. I could care less about your relationship problems, but I can't. Seeing you two living like a living corpse worried me as hell!" Mark expresses.

How lucky Danny and I are given these two good men that help us a lot through our relationships. We'd split up couple of times and would get back together because we realise how important we are to each other. And to whom should I thank to if it weren't to Mark and Glen because of all the advises?

For the thousandth time, I sigh, disapppointed and frustrated with my life. Once I get what I want from the bag, I sit down on the bed to continue talk to Mark . . . only a bit more. If he still wants to talk about Danny, then I'll have to make excuses.

"You know what, Mark? If he wants me back, he'll come and find me wherever I am like usual," I say. "But I doubt he comes this time because he packed my things himself and didn't tell me what happened when I asked."

"Right, speaking of finding you, where are you now?" Mark asks. "And before you go out, what was he doing? Did he smell something fishy? Or did you smell something fishy on him?"

Mark's second question reminds me back to the first thought that came up to my mind earlier when I couldn't sleep. But should I tell Mark about it? I don't want to be paranoid. I don't want to be seen as if I am crazy because of my thought, but this has become a big problem to me.

"I am in some hotel 2 hours away," I answer Mark's first question. "And about 'something fishy', I really didn't expect anything from him. He was half-awake when I told him I wanted to go out with my high school friends. But I did-"

"You told him what?!" Mark shouts in surprise.

"Wel, I- I-"

"You didn't grow up here! You're not even from here!" I hear Mark sighs deeply. His frustration is as if he's dealing with a spoiled daughter. "And you did what?"

"When I was getting into Glen's car I thought I felt someone staring at me. Behind the bushes," I try to explain what I felt. "But when I look closely, there was no one there."

"Hmm," Mark sighs. "I wasn't there until you two started to move, right?" He asked, referring to me and Glen.

"I didn't ask Glen because I thought it was only my feelings," I tell him.

"I don't know what to say," Mark says after a few seconds of silence.

"Don't say anything. I don't expect you to tell me everything's okay though because it's clearly not!" I laugh, and it was only me. "Anyway, I've got to take a shower. I hadn't had bath since yesterday," I tell him, looking at my hotel room's toilet like I can't wait to enter.

"Okay," Mark says in his tiring voice. "Tell me if anything happens. I'll try ask Danny if he was actually there as you thought . . . or felt."

"Alright," I reply. "Thank you, Mark. Sorry to make you involve with this."

"Yeah, no worries. You both are my best friends."

I smiled, putting down the phone and entered the toilet.