(Dan's Point of View)
It hurt when she slammed the door in my face, even though it didn't touch me. Well, looks like you screwed that up. What was I thinking? Kissing her was the worst possible thing I could have done.
"Goodnight, beautiful." I whispered. Defeated, I ducked into my car. I wasn't sure if she would be willing to go on the road trip now, even if she was free. Chris wasn't going to be very sympathetic, I could tell already. Might as well get it over with. Chris was sitting on his bench swing when I drove up to his house.
"How'd it go?" He asked as soon as I was out of my car.
I hesitated. "I made a mistake." I took a breath. "Again."
"Oh great. Hopefully it was something she'll shake off?"
"Ehh.." I rubbed the back of my neck, while Chris did a facepalm.
"You really don't know anything about women, do you?"
"Apparently I don't.." I mumbled under my breath.
"Alright. Tell me what happened."
"Well, we went on her roof to watch the fireworks, and when they were done, there was a full moon out. It made her look like she was glowing silver, but she wouldn't meet my gaze. When she finally did, I made the mistake and leaned forward to kiss her. It surprised me when I was kissed back. She suddenly broke away, but I tried to pull her towards me again. I guess that was my second mistake. She slid off the roof, and I tried to call her back, until I accidentally called her 'love'. Third mistake. She got really mad about that, and I ended up with a door in my face." I shrugged, not knowing where to go from there.
I couldn't tell if he Chris was amused or worried. Probably both. "Well, looks like you messed up again, Dan. Not sure how this'll all go down. Want my advice? Leave her alone for two days minimum. Then call her. Don't text or Skype. Got it?"
I nodded, not sure of his reasoning. It must have been at least 11:00 by now, for the moon was nearly just about over our heads. I said goodbye, and left for the comfort of my home.
I stared at myself in the mirror for what seemed like a long time. I wasn't critiquing myself, wasn't looking for acne, I don't think I was even fixing my hair. It was all going on inside, where pessimism slowly started to build up. I barely made it to my bedroom, where I instantly passed out.