"You okay driving?" Danny asks as we stride to my car - the only car around here since everybody has cleared the house. The owner has also gone back home as soon as the party ended. "I know you're tired. I can drive us back," he adds, looking at me in concern.

I look at him while biting my lip, thinking of his offer. I know we are good now. I don't mind to let him drive my car, but I haven't checked out my hotel room yet. It's a waste if I continue paying the fee if I didn't stay there. Plus, I have to remind myself that we have one last event to make myself 100% sure that he really wants be back if he wants me to stay at his house once again. It's the concert.

"So?" He raise his eyebrows, waiting for my answer. His hand has already stretched, asking for the keys.

"I can let you," I nod once. His face lights up, "but I am still staying at the hotel," I tell him.

Danny's face immediately falls with my decision.

"You-" he stops, doesn't know what to say himself.

I wait.

After a short silence where I let him think, he opens his mouth and says, "How about I drive you to your hotel and take your car home?" He suggests.

I glower at him, disagreeing with his idea, but I didn't say anything and let him finish. And the fact that he said the word 'home' casually makes my heart skips a bit, but glad that he didn't notice.

"I have a radio interview in the town again, tomorrow. I'll make sure I send your car back," he informs while rubbing the back of his neck. "Plus, I kind of want to ask you out tomorrow if ... that's okay with you." He chuckles nervously with a wince on his forehead.

I want to smile - because he is asking me out. It reminds me back to the first time we knew each other. He always shied away whenever he was asking me out; and he is doing it now. He always looks as if he is guilty for doing it yet there's something behind that small smile on his lips, behind his dark eyes tell me that he means it, that he sincerely wants to take me out to make-up our relationship.

"Okay," I finally agree. I watch his lips stretch broader into a grin, happy with my answer. "Let's get back. It's late already."

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I had a dream. Though I didn't see the face of the guy in my dream, but I knew it was Danny. We were having our times somewhere I couldn't let myself figure, but we were sitting by a seashore. There was no one else except us. It was daylight. The sun was shining brightly as if it blessed our relationship. We were laughing happily as he held me tight in his arms. With strong breeze, my hair kept bargaining my face. I kept groaning and pulled my hair off of my face, but calmed when I heard Danny said, "Screw the wind! You look beautiful even when your face is in your hair," and he tied my hair for me.

Though it was just a dream, but it felt real, like I could feel the warmth of his body against mine; I could feel his skin under my fingertips. And I felt so safe being with him. How miracle that a dream can make us feel so real that I didn't want it to end.

I wake up soon after when I hear ringing from my phone. It takes me a few minutes to move because of how slow my brain warms up with the noise after hours of asleep. I groan loudly, knowing it's only me in the room, and stretch my hand, rummaging the bedside table for my phone. I wouldn't be awake if my phone didn't fall off the ground by my clumsiness.

"Hello?" I greet the caller grumpily. From my blurry eyes, I thought the caller was Danny.

He chuckles. "Good morning, baby," he wishes me with a cheerful voice, turning my cheeks hot under the cold air-conditioner as he calls me 'baby'. "Are you awake yet?"

"No," I mumble with my eyes close. Half of my face is burried in the hotel sheet.

Danny chuckles again. "I should've known." I feel him smirking.

"What time is it?" I ask, opening my eyes slowly to adjust the bright light outside while rubbing them with my finger.

There is a pause. "7:30," he answers me that it sounded more like a question.

I frown. "Why are you waking me this early?" I ask, forgetting the date Danny asked me yesterday. And I almost forgot that it's the usual time I wake Danny up.

"You used to wake me up this early for work so why don't I wake you up this time, right?" He says in a matter-of-a-factly without sounding sad due to the fact that he said 'used to'.

Or wait...

Is it just me that I suddenly feel so emotional today that I suddenly too observant even though only he's only talking?

"Used to," I repeat the word. Like I said, I suddenly feel sad. The word makes me feel as if we - Danny and I - are nothing, but just a friend.

I sigh, can feel that Danny is frowing at the other side of the phone.

"Kayla?" He calls me, alert.

"Yeah, I am here," I respond.

Danny let out a sigh of a relief before he speaks. "Fully awake yet? If you do, go get yourself ready. I am coming," he informs.

My eyes widens, parellel when I let out a gasp. Saying that he is coming literally makes me push myself up too quickly causing me to get dizzy and sway a little.

"Wo," I mutter to myself, closing my eyes and hold my body from falling with my free hand.

"You okay?" Danny asks in worriness.

Shit, he heard me, didn't he?

"Yeah- yeap! I am okay," I reply as calm as I can though I am aware that my voice came out groggy. I hear Danny sighs, battling with himself either to ask me again or not because I know he didn't convince. "I- I better get ready," I tell him after a few seconds once I feel normal.

"Oh, okay," he replies, realised.

"Bye," I say. "See you." I hung up the phone before he could wish me back.

I feel excited. I feel alive. I can't wait to meet Danny and see his beautiful face again, to see his smile that constantly melts my heart. His melodic voice even when he's not singing often soothes my heart and I can't wait to force him to sing for me again. His powerful voice when he's singing surprise me all the time and I can't explain why.

Yet, I try my best not to look giddy and excited and ... over ... as if we haven't seen each other for months like he's on tour. I still want to be the lead actress in our self-story. I still want to play hard-to-get until the concert. I want to see how determine he is to get me back and I want to see what is his formula this time. Some may think I shouldn't do it and go on with our relationship since we are in good terms, but this is my story.

I quickly rummage through my beg that is still full with unfolded clothes of mine. I have nice clothes yet it's still hard to choose which top to wear. I don't have problems with bottom because I usually go with jeans. In the end, I pick a plain gray boys t-shirt with a pocket on my left chest. I practically sprint towards the toilet - didn't even care to iron my t-shirt - and quickly take a shower. I know I have plenty of times to get ready, but I am anxious. I want to be able to have my own personal time to compose myself.

Half an hour passes by, which by now I am fully, neatly dressed. I sit on an armchair by the window in my hotel room and let my hair fall behind the back-rest, drying it naturally. While staring at nothing in particular - my mind cannot stop thinking where Danny is going to bring me - I hug myself, cold though I'd slowed down the air-conditioner, while waiting for Danny's call. Only by knowing I have like one hour, I let my heavy eyes close, taking a nap.

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"You were sleeping?" Danny asks - though it sounded more like a statement - as I step into my car at the passenger seat half-awake. He watches me put on my seatbelt and waits for my answer.

"Mmm," I mumble, pouting for having to go out while I am sleepy. "I fell asleep," I tell him sternly.

Danny didn't reply. He continues watching my face as if he's trying to read my facial expresion, as if he could sense something's not right with me. I see him opening and closing his mouth a few times, wanting to ask me if I am okay, I guess, but decides against it as he sees me in I-don't-want-to-talk mood. Like the usual, he respects that I needed some space, changes the gear and begins driving.

I lean against the comfy back-rest, ignoring my throbbing head as I watch the glum day outside. The cloud becomes thicker as every minute pass, hiding the sun away. I can tell the temperature is cold outside when I see pedestrians hug themselves as they walk along the pavement. Right now, I can say no other than thankful for staying inside the warm car.

To be honest, I am not feeling good since I woke up the second time. It's the reason why I am not in a mood to talk. I can feel my body temperature rising. My throat is not in a good condition either as I feel as if there's this mount of sand deep in my throat, something very uncomfortable. I took two pills of Panadol as a precaution. By this time, the pills should start to kick in yet I still feel unwell. If I won't feel fine until the end of the day, I am sure Danny and I will end up having a date in a clinic.

The journey to the The Script's radio interview takes only 15 minutes. Throughout the ride, Danny tells me a few things that I had missed, but mostly he complains about 'this' television drama where the heroine being stubborn, torturing her partner doing everything to win her back though she has already forgive him for his mistakes.

How can I not think it's about us when it's obvious? I laugh after he tells me the whole thing (which is until the part where the drama stops and 'To Be Continued' written at the bottom right of the TV).

"Why are you laughing?" He asks, clearly puzzled and didn't aware of the similarities of the his favourite drama and his real life.

"Did you realise that it's happening to us? The drama?" I point out. I look at him with an eyebrow raised, the end of my lips are bending up right - that smile after you laugh.

"What do you mean, babe?" One of eyebrows raised as he keeps his eyes on the road.

"Well ... the heroine is playing hard-to-get ... asking the love of her life to do anything just to see if he's a keeper though she has forgiven him ... the guy determines to do anything..." I trail off, purposely for him to figure out.

I let the car discreet as Danny joins the puzzle.

"Ah," he finally realise. He, then, scoffs. "Well, in that case, we are a movie," he says as he looks at me with a sly smile. "Wait, you haven't written anything about this yet?" He asks when, I am sure, he remembers on my passion.

I bite my lower lip to hide a sheepish grin though I know I fail. "I can't tell you that..." I say lowly, looking down at his manly hands on the steering wheel.

"Of course," he says, "you're observant and your mind is literally the hardest-working brain ever." His face is expressionless. "Show me when it's finished." He glances at me and gives me a small smile.

He looks so happy today. He looks so cheerful almost like a little boy, the Danny I knew. My heart flutters every time he turns face and changing his gaze towards me. His smile is something that I can't miss. I feel like I am wasting something when I don't blush or return his perfect smile.

"It's inspired after what happened between us. But it doesn't exactly follow our story, you should know that. I don't want you to get disappointed," I tell him. "The characters are different, too. I didn't use us. I don't want to be so cliché yet..." I trail off as I try to find the perfect word to continue.

"I don't care," Danny speaks when I didn't continue. "I still want to read them. You know how I write songs. It's inspired by your story." He smiles. "It must has its return."

I can't help but to flash him a smile of triumph. Proud to hear it, happy to know it. Danny is literally my everything and I am his everything.

When we arrive at the radio station and go straight towards the interview studio room, Mark and Glen and their publicist are already there. They greet me as friendly as always, but extra glory on Mark's and Glen's face when they see me coming with Danny.

The radio interview soon starts. I wait him at the sofa they provided behind the booth while I watch and listen to their talks. I laugh when they joke around, and blush when Danny steals a glance and winks at me.

Everything goes smoothly though I still feel my eyes and head heavy. That sandy thingy is still there in my throat, but my headache has stopped soon after Danny started talking with me in the car, how incredible. But I started to sneeze and having flu as soon as I stepped out of the car.

The interview takes only an hour. And just like what I predicted, Danny and I's date ended up in a clinic.