I'll be there for you

[Imke]

't Is niet per se een fanfic, maar door de naam even wel.
Oh, en het kan eigenlijk ook bij drama, weet niet zo goed waar ik het neer moet zetten. :')

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“No! Danny! That’s not fair!”
Danny couldn’t stop laughing, threw his controller away and raised his arms in the air.
“Winner!”
I hit him and pulled a sad face, while crossing my arms in front of my chest. I knew he couldn’t stand it if I used my puppy-eyes and also this time it worked.
“No, don’t do that!” he yelled and he immediately crawled next to me. He put his arms around me and kissed me softly in my neck, which made me giggle.
“You have to shave yourself, dude,” I grinned, “you’re itching.”
He took his arms of off me and pointed out his tongue and I started to laugh. Oh, how much I loved that boy.
Danny and I were together for almost three years now, although we were both just sixteen. But we’d been neighbours for our entire life’s and we both couldn’t imagine life without each other. We were friends since we just learnt how to talk and we were inseparable ever since. Our parents thought it was funny. We thought it was love.
We still were best friends, despite from the fact we were in love as well. We still made the same fun at each other as we did when we were younger. There was just a little bit more now.
“Danny, love, you’re staying over for dinner, aren’t you?” My mum walked into the room, just got back from doing the groceries and now put off her coat.
“Yes, please,” Danny answered and suddenly the atmosphere had changed.
The three of us in the living room all knew why my mum asked him. Danny hated to be at home lately, since they found out about his mum’s illness. When Danny had found out, he didn’t talk to me for three days at first. Not only to me, he didn’t talk to anybody and I was worried, so worried. Then my mum told me what was going on at our neighbour’s home and I immediately knew what to do.
Being there for Danny. He needed me.
And now he practically lived at our house, because he told me he couldn’t stand being at home. I totally understood and thankfully my parents as well, so Danny spent his days here after school until I had to go to bed.
We made our homework together, watched movies, kissed, had fun and did so much other stuff. It made me realize how much I really loved that boy.
“Are you al-”
“Don’t,” he immediately interrupted me and he picked up the controller again.
“Yeah, but you never talk about it and- ”
“Amy, just don’t. I don’t wanna talk about it.”
I sighed, but then saw a few tears in his eyes. He quickly blinked, but it was too late.
“Oh, honey!” I cried out and embraced him tightly. “Why don’t you just cry? I bet you’ll feel much better after a good cry. Why do you never express your feelings? There’s nothing to be ashamed of!”
He hid his face in my shoulder and I felt how much he trembled. I stroked his back slowly and gave him a soft kiss on the top of his head.
“I’m going to miss her so bad when she dies,” he muttered after a long silence and I opened my eyes.
“I understand, honey. I really do.”
“I mean, she’s my mum after all.”
“Of course she is!”
“I’m supposed to be there for her, right?”
I thought about that.
“I’m not sure,” I hesitated. “She understands that you can’t stand being at home.”
“Yeah, but the situation’s getting worse. I should be there.” He suddenly released himself from our embrace and looked at me with big eyes. “I should be there for her,” he told me, looking confused. He stood up and grabbed his coat.
“But – Danny –”
But he was already gone.

I didn’t see Danny for two weeks after his sudden decision. I would see him tomorrow, at the funeral. I swallowed.
Of course I understood that I wasn’t important at the moment for him, no doubts about that, but I just wanted to be there for him so bad.
“Amy, love, are you ready?”
My mum came walking into my room, totally dressed in black and wearing a big, black hat.
“Amy, you’re not even dressed yet!” she cried out when she noticed me, standing in front of my mirror dressed in only underwear and staring into nothingness.
“Oh, honey.” She walked towards me and embraced me tightly, but I kept standing like a statue as I didn’t move.
“I want to be there for him, mum,” I whispered as my mum stroked my hair.
“I know, sweetheart. You can be there for him at the funeral. Come on, let’s get dressed now.”
It didn’t took me long and when I was also fully dressed in black, my parents and I drove off to the church. They were just about to start, so we sneaked in and quickly walked through the corridor.
Danny wasn’t sitting in the front, as I had expected. He was sitting in the middle, all by himself. It was as if the people didn’t want to sit next to him and that made me swallow. The poor boy.
My mum pushed me further through the corridor, but I stopped at Danny’s queue. Everyone in church was looking at me, but I didn’t care. Danny didn’t look up as I shoved onto the bench and sat down next to him. My mum and dad hesitated for a second but then walked a bit further and sat down a few benches in front of us.
I didn’t greet Danny and neither did he. It was not that I was mad at him, I just didn’t know what to say. He kept staring at the altar, but when the priest began, he moved his hand towards mine. He strangled his fingers with mine and I squeezed his hand softly.
“It will be alright,” I whispered when the priest asked us to stand up. Danny nodded.
The rest of the mass we both kept quiet. In his eyes I could see all the pain of the world, all that he’d been through and was still going through. It made me want to cry; wasn’t there any way I could take away his pain? No single way? I would bare his pain if I had to, as long as he was happy. That was all that counted right now.
After church we had to go to the graveyard. A big, black Cadillac stood in front of the building and I knew Danny had to go with that car together with his dad, who hadn’t stopped crying since his wife died.
“Will you be alright?” I asked carefully when we stood outside the church, still holding each other’s hands. “Are you sure you won’t come with us?”
Danny shook his head, still not saying anything. I nodded, release my hand from his and kissed him on his cheek. He looked at me without an expression on his face. I sighed and stroked his back.
“See you at the graveyard then,” I muttered and I walked to my mum and dad, who was waiting for me at our car. I could see Danny crawling into the Cadillac and had to swallow so I wouldn’t start crying. I couldn’t cry, I had to be there for him.
It was busy at the graveyard. There were a lot of people I didn’t know, but I immediately saw Danny. He was standing in front of his mum’s chest, a lot of people gathered around him. He was still not crying, so I bit my lip. I wasn’t allowed to cry as long as he didn’t.
My mum and I joined the group and listened to some people talking, but I didn’t hear what they were saying. I could only look at Danny, my Danny.
After all the talking, they slowly got the chest into the ground and I was pretty sure that was the most horrible thing I’d ever seen. It was such a terrible sight, but even though I heard so many people crying, I stopped my tears. Danny was still not crying.
It seemed to look like forever before the graveyard was completely empty, but in the end there were just two more people left, standing by the grave.
Danny and me.
I slowly walked towards him and put my hand on his shoulder.
“Do you want to go home?” I asked carefully.
At first he didn’t respond, but then he turned his head towards me and asked: “Amy?”
“Yes?” I quickly answered, glad that he finally talked.
“Can you promise me something?” His voice sounded soar because he hadn’t been talking for hours.
“Anything, love.”
“Will you be here for me?”
He looked at me, a begging and broken look in his eyes and I immediately hugged him.
“Always, Danny. Always.”
I felt a tear on my shoulder.
We stayed at the graveyard the entire day. He told me stories about his mum and cried. He laughed. He cried. I listened. Just because he needed all the help I could give him at this moment and I would give him that.
Because I loved him more than anything else and he loved me.
Because I would always be there for him.

[Artemiss]

Het enige wat ik erover te zeggen heb is: er gebeurt niet veel. Het is allemaal tragisch natuurlijk, prachtig ook, maar er zit totaal geen spanning in. Niets onverwachts.
Het is allemaal te perfect.
En waarom in het Engels?