Eight (Danny); Harmony.
I stand on the porch of Tim's house, reluctant to actually knock and go in. God, I've been acting so out of character lately; stuttering at Amy on the phone, asking fucking stupid questions, and now here I am stood on the doorstep of Tim's house, almost too afraid to knock.
Nervous, not afraid...
Apprehensive, not nervous...!
I raise my hand to knock, steeling my nerve, when the door opens of it's own accord. Well, actually, of Tim's accord. He smiles at me in that infuriatingly 'nice' way of his. Tim doesn't have a 'nasty' bone in his body, I swear he can't have. I have to look upwards just slightly to catch his eye. My eyebrows raise as I hear loud singing from inside.
"They're pissed already?" I enquire. Tim shakes his head, smiling a little more.
"Just - uh - happy..." he shrugs helplessly. I roll my eyes.
"And we're going to a restaurant with them?" I ask. Tim shrugs once more and waves me inside. I head towards the kitchen, where I can hear the voices. I stop as a stupidly familiar set of lyrics float out.
"It's a dead man's party, who could ask for more? Everybody's coming - leave your body at the door. Leave your body and soul at the door...!"
A strangely harmonious mix of voices on my old song. I wonder why that harmony never occured to me? I look around to meet Tim's eyes. I have to blink at him before I can rearrange my features into the appropriate expression. Those eyes still manage to startle me, and I'm feeling edgy enough after hearing the voices. I never knew Amy sang... I could pick her voice out of the harmony easily, considering it was her singing it! Tim smiles at me, entirely too innocently.
"Nice, isn't it?" he says, the suspicious innocence still there, then he walks into the kitchen ahead of me. I roll my eyes at his back, then follow him.
"Don't run away!" Heather and Amy are singing. Amy has her back to the door, and hasn't heard me enter. Heather however, has, and she stops singing, colour flying to her cheeks. Amy continues singing. "...It's only me...!" I smirk.
"Don't be afraid of what you can't see." I finish. Good God my voice sounds shit now! I can't stop a small chuckle of satyrical amusement as Amy lets out a squeak of shock. Heather jumps, even though she saw me enter. Perhaps my voice is worse than I thought! She gets up and grabs Tim's hand, muttering about her needing him to help her sort out 'the thing'. What is this? 'Leave Danny and Amy Alone Together Time' or something? Fucking hell, Heather and Tim can get no less subtle, can they?
"I'm sure I don't look quite as hideous as you may think." I drawl, shoving my hands deep in my jean pockets to prevent myself fiddling with my cuffs, or my buttons, or my hair, or something, and lean against the doorframe.
"I'm sure you don't." Amy's voice is very calm. A little too calm, I believe.
"Nice to see you're back over here." I say, making my voice practically a purr, looking for some kind of reaction, God knows why I need to see one so desperately. I feel -what? Pleased? Smug? Happy...?-when I see her shoulders slump slightly. I walk over and sit down in front of her, steepling my fingers and resting my chin on them to regard her. "Good evening."
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