"All right, I'll talk to you later, Dani. . . ok. .. bye bye." Diane hung up the phone as Kevin and AJ walked through Kevin and Diane's breakfast knook to get themselves drinks.
"Dani?" AJ asked. "Was that Danielle? My Danielle?"
Diane sat down at the table. "Well, yeah, that was Danielle, but, I don't think you can call her your Danielle anymore."
"Do you want a beer, Bone?" Kevin interrupted, pulling open the refrigerator.
"Nah, I gotta drive soon. Water's fine." Sitting down, AJ turned his attention back to Diane. "How is she?"
She shrugged. "Pretty good. She just called to tell me about a date I set her up on."
AJ's face fell. "Oh."
Diane placed her hand over AJ's. "You miss her, huh?"
Reluctantly, he nodded. "When we split up, we thought it would be best for both of us to be apart. But, I've been miserable without in my life."
Kevin sat down at the table.
"AJ, it's been six months, man," he said.
"I know, but. . . Diane, does she miss me at all? Does she every talk about me?"
She smiled sadly. "Yeah, sweetie, she does."
"Thanks." AJ stood up. "I gotta be heading out. Thanks for the company, Kev."
"Anytime."
"Bye."
"Bye." Diane and Kevin chorused.
AJ let himself out, hopped into his car, and turned on the radio.
On the verge of tears, Danielle turned off her radio, and wrapped a blanket around herself, and walked out onto her porch.
The song has expressed how she felt so exactly that it scared her.
She missed AJ so much that sometimes the pain was in bearable.
The happiest she'd ever been was with him, in spite of all the fighting they'd done in the last month of the relationship.
Looking up at the sky, she sat down on the front steps, not noticing the black Jetta parked in her driveway.
He didn't quite know why he was there. But, as he was listening to the song, something drew him to her house.
When AJ saw Danielle walk out the front door, he almost pulled out of the driveway, and left. But he couldn't take his eyes off of her.
After six months of not seeing her, the sight was amazing.
He watched as she wrapped the blanket tighter around herself, and sat down on the step.
Only the moonlight lit her face as she looked up at the sky, and then after a moment began to cry.
AJ's eyebrows furrowed. "What's-" he stopped himself when he realized he was talking aloud.
He had to do something. He couldn't bare to see her cry. After all the times he'd seen her cry, it still killed him. So, without realizing what he was doing, he climbed out of the car, and slammed the door shut.
Danielle jumped at the sound.
When she realized who was walking towards her, she quickly tried to wipe the tears from her face. "AJ!"
"Hey," he said softly. "Can I sit down?"
Danielle starred at him for a moment, baffled. "Uh. . .yeah?"
She watched him as he sat down. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm not sure."
They sat silently for a moment.
"I miss you," he murmured.
"What?" she asked.
"I miss you, Danielle. And. . . I was just wondering. . . do you ever think about me? Do you miss me?"
Danielle pushed a piece of hair out of her face, and turned to him. "Yeah, I do. I miss you a lot."
"I know we both agreed that being apart was a good thing, but, ever since I left this house. . . all I've been able to think about is you."
"So, what does all of this mean? Are we. . . ?"
"Back together again?"
She nodded.
"I want us to be. Do you?"
"Yes. Ya know. . . sometimes I would wake up and just wish you were there to hold me."
"Can I?" AJ asked.
"What?"
Danielle looked up at AJ and let herself get lost in his eyes, something she'd wanted to do for months.
He brought his hand up to her face and caressed her cheek with his thumb. Slowly their mouths moved closer, until finally their lips met, in a slow, lingering kiss.
"Hold you?" he finally asked.
"Yes, but. . . " Danielle finally looked towards the door. "Let's go upstairs first."
AJ smiled. "Anything you want."
Standing up, Danielle took AJ's hand, and led him upstairs to her bed, where he spent the night just holding her.