As Danielle was pulling a pair of baggy plaid pajama pants and a white spaghetti strap tank top out of her suitcase, that she had arranged neatly next to AJ's (they were sharing a room), There was a knock at Danielle's door.
She set her clothes on the bed, and pulled open the door.
"Diane. Hey hun, what's up?"
"Nothin. I was just hangin out in my room being bored, so I thought. I'd see what was up with you." she answered.
"Actually, I'm kinda planning something with AJ. . ."
Diane's face fell. "Oh."
"But, I talked to Emily not to long ago, and she told me she was going to rent a couple movies and chill in her hotel room tonight."
Diane smiled again. "Ok. Cool. I'll go talk to her."
"Ok, see ya."
"Bye."
Danielle closed the door, and bounded into the bathroom, where she pulled her long hair into a high pony tail, then bounced back into the room, just as AJ walked in.
"Hey, baby." he said, pulling her into a kiss.
"Mmmm." she murmured. "Hi."
"What are you doin?"
"Nothin. I was just getting ready to change."
"Oh." AJ sat down on the bed, and kicked his shoes off.
Danielle stood near where she had set her clothes and she pulled her shirt over her head.
AJ looked up. "What are you doing?"
"Changing."
"In front of me?"
"Is there something wrong with that?"
"No. I just did-"
"Is there something wrong with me?" Danielle sat down next to AJ, still wearing only her bra and pajama bottoms.
"What? No. Why do you ask that?"
"Then why won't you fuck me?"
AJ's eyes widened. "WHAT?!"
"Why won't you have sex with me?" Danielle asked.
"I-"
"I mean, you don't exactly have the whole sweet innocent, virginal boy thing goin on. I've heard people say you'd fuck anything with a heartbeat and a hole, and yet, you won't touch me. So, there must be something wrong with me."
"There's nothing wrong with you!"
"Then why haven't we had sex yet? Why did you sleep with a ton of other girls, and not me?"
AJ turned his body so that he was facing her. "Danielle, all those other girls meant nothing to me."
"And yet you fucked them."
"Would you just listen to me? They meant nothing. But you? You mean everything. And when we have sex for the first time, I don't want it to be just fucking. I want it to be perfect. I want to make love to you. I don't want to do it just to do it."
Danielle starred at him. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be."
"I freak out on you, and then you say something so beautiful. I feel like an idiot."
He pulled her hand up, and kissed her finger tips.
"AJ?"
"Hmmm?"
"I love you."
AJ stopped and looked up at her. A smile spread across his face. "I love you too."
He lifted his head to her, and their lips met, in a sweet, passionate kiss.
Ring. Ring.
Groaning, AJ pulled away. "I guess I better answer that."
He stood up, and picked up the phone.
"Hello? Hey Nick, I'm kinda in the middle of something. . . I seriously doubt your problems are more important. . . sure. . . borrow whatever the hell you want. . . I'm positive. . . bye."
AJ hung up the phone.
Danielle had pulled her shirt on and climbed under the covers. "What'd he want?"
AJ shrugged. "To borrow some idea of mine. I don't know."
He climbed into bed next to Danielle, who immediately wrapped her arms around his stomach, and rested her head on his chest.
They fell asleep in eachothers arms.
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