Darren reached out and brushed aside a strand of his dark blond hair out of his eyes. "I would do anything to take back what I just did to you," he said miserably. "But I can't. I'm so sorry Dan...I don't blame you if you don't want to forgive me."
Daniel found his words warming his heart. Of course he would forgive him, Daz never laid a hand on anybody before. But would Daz forgive him...?
He turned away for a few minutes in nervous silence as he replayed in his mind about what happened earlier on. He was being bandaged kindly by Darren and when it was done, he had pulled over and-and.... And nearly kissed him! His heart started to pound frantically once again. Christ, I nearly kissed him on the lips!
Seeing Daniel suddenly looking so flustered again, Darren realized what he was thinking. I knew he didn't really feel like that, he thought sadly. Never will, never would. He was just feeling really confused then. An image of Michelle, Daniel's fiancé, flashed unexpectedly into his mind. What on earth would she say and think if she ever found out what had just taken place? And what if she found out that his best friend was lusting after him?! Oh God, it just gets more and more complicated. Forget it, Darren. Find some poor other person to obsess over. Forget about him. But he knew in his heart of hearts that there would and could never be anyone else. It was either Daniel or nothing. And he also knew that it was a battle in which he could never win.
"Darren," began Daniel, his eyes darting about apprehensively, "About before, when I..when I-"
"Dan," Darren interrupted him sternly,"Dan, what happened between us is unimportant. I understand that you were just feeling really emotional then. We'll pretend that it never occurred." He gave him his most sincere smile. Inside , however, he felt like sobbing his bloody heart out and stomping on it. Daniel could never, ever be his...but wasn't there a saying which went: 'if you truly love someone, set them free...if they come back to you, then you were meant to be...' A beautiful little saying. But easier said than done. He sighed inwardly, fighting back his anguish. What a lucky lady Michelle is. I wish her and him all the best.
Daniel shot him a grateful smile. "Thanks," he said softly. Looking around the room, he yawned loudly, waves of sleepiness hitting him hard. "Man, I gotta go home..."
Darren rested his hand on his head. "Why don't you stay hear for the night?" He shook his head firmly as Daniel started to protest. "It's dark and extremely late outside. You're plonked out dead by the look of things! And I don't want you to ram into a truck!"
He laughed a little and sighed. "Alright, alright, you win Daz. I'll stay over here. By the way, mind if I borrow something to sleep in for the night?"
Darren got up and went to the wardrobe. He threw him some expensive silk pyjamas. "Here you go, your Majesty."
"Geez Daz, you really are a lover of indulgence, aren't you? Pure silk this and that! What next, silk carpets and wallpaper?"
Throwing a pillow at him playfully, he went to the bathroom to brush his teeth.