You Let Daisy In....Emotionally

[Hey guys, DP89 here. As promised, here is the rest of Ch. 3. Unfortunately, Canada Day kind of derailed my plans to get Ch. 4 also published. Yes, **** was involved.

Unfortunately the rest of Ch. 3 takes a bit of a more serious tone and I included a small glimpse into the background on our main character.

I just want to say the feedback I've gotten has been awesome and I want to thank you all so much for your kind words and messages.

As I mentioned in the previous update, I have some big plans to unveil in Ch. 4 and I cannot wait to show them to you :D

As always, any and all feedback is appreciated and welcomed. As mentioned last time, I fully plan to have Ch. 4 out in completion sometime next weekend. I hope you all have a wonderful week.

Until next time, this is DP89 bidding you adieu.]

You step aside as Daisy takes your seat in front the laptop. Before long she's sifting through band profiles. You take the opportunity to grab a seat on your couch and check on any business emails you may not have responded to on your iPad.

After a little while, you notice Daisy furrowing her brow and pursing her lips in slight frustration. The image is quite adorable to you.

"Anything wrong?" You ask putting your iPad down, stretching out while realizing just how uncomfortable your couch is.

"Not really." She looks over at you with questions in her eyes. "I'm just rather confused."

"Oh? About what?"

"You." She responds, pausing briefly. Obviously whatever it is she wants to ask, she's taking extra care to word it appropriately.

"Me?" You raise an eyebrow.

"Okay, please don't be mad."

You don't like when people start sentences with that, it almost always means they did something they knew they shouldn't have done.

"I got you a band by the way." She continues. "The Struts, I didn't see them in your catalog but Luke Spiller owes me a huge favor. Anyway, you got them for Halloween and they've agreed to donate their pay for the night to a charity of your choosing."

"Why would I be mad about that?" You ask. "That's amazing."

"Well..." She stalls again. "I may have gotten that booked like an hour ago."

You don't like where this is going. "So what have you been doing for the past hour?"

Tension fills the room.

"Snooping around on your computer." She quietly admits. "Please, before you get angry, I know it was stupid and that I shouldn't have done it. I just....It's just......I don't get you!!" She practically shouts, catching you a bit by surprise.

"What don't you get?" You ask, your voice surprisingly calm. You are an incredibly private person and Daisy just admitted that she breached your trust. Yet, you aren't even angry. Why aren't you angry?

Your question and calm demeanor catches Daisy by surprise and she pauses for a moment.

"Um, well, uh." She stammers before standing and taking a deep breath. "You shouldn't exist. I mean, like, you obviously exist but you're not like anyone I've ever met before. You're genuinely kind, you're successful, you take care of those close to you and I could honestly spend way more time than I care to mention listing things that make you amazing. You're a fucking unicorn and it's pissing me off because I keep trying to find your faults and I can't and I feel like shit because I can't accept that maybe, just maybe, you're actually a really good guy and I somehow lucked into finding you before anyone else but my stupid brain keeps telling me to prod further...."

Tears begin streaming down her face and in an instant, you rush to her, gripping her in your arms and holding her tightly to your chest. She grips you even tighter.

After few minutes pass, her sobs begin to subside.

"God you must hate me." Daisy sniffles.

"Heh, I can't hate you because I love you." You say unconsciously, The two of you tense up in each others arms.

The words linger in the air for what seems like an eternity. Everything floats by in slow motion, you swear you can see light particles slowly pass by you as Daisy lifts her head to look you in the eyes. Your heart stops beating(not literally) and finally the moment comes.

"I love you too."