Life According To Amber Lynn Haner

*Amber's POV*

"Lifestyyyyyles of the rich the famooooous. They're always complainiiiiiing, always complaaaainiiiing. If moneeeeeeyyy is such a prooooblem, well they got mansioooons, think we should roooobb theeeem!" Oh how I love the sound of Joel Madden's voice giving out about the rich and famous at 6:30am.

"Shut up, Joel." I muttered, turning off my alarm and sitting up in my bed. It was still dark outside, and I groaned and sighed, eventually finding the will power to get up.

I slumped over to my wardrobe and pulled out my clothes, which consisted of skinny jeans, a black All Time Low "FXCk" tshirt with a skull in place of the "X", a black Vengeance University hoodie and grabbing my Uggs from the corner of my room. I took a shower last night instead of having one this morning, so I was able to just get dressed faster. I half-heartedly did my makeup and my hair, and took my phone off charge before putting it in my back pocket.

I was heading back to school today after my two-day break on medical reasons, and I was freaking out all over again. I have an awful habit of over-thinking things, and it gets me awful stressed for nothing. It can be over the smallest things, be it a test or even just going out. It bothers me, it really does.

I was the first one down, so I just flung a PopTart in the roster and got myself the cranberry juice that the doctor said would work well with my meds (don't ask), and sat on the countertop, listening to 5 Seconds Of Summer. I don't care if people say there not "rock" or "pop-punk", I think they've got talent, even if they're kinda poppy.

"You're up early." Dad said when he came down, and I nodded slightly.

"It's hard to go back to sleep with Joel Madden giving out about the rich and famous at six-thirty a.m, so yknow." I yawned, drinking some of my juice.

"I like that song, it's good. You seem slightly off, what's up?" He was standing directly opposite me now, and all I could do was give him a hug (the fact that I'm sitting on the countertop gave me a bit of height, so I'm nearly the same height as him now).

"Im just freaking out over going back to school, because I'm guaranteed the teachers know about yesterday, and the fact that I have stitches on my face'll give the other kids a reason to pick on me and-"

"See, there you go with you're over-thinking again. If anything, you're a good kid for what you did. You stood up for a friend, and it takes guts to do that. If anybody says anything to you, just blank them, and tune them out. The best way to win is to tune everybody out, and let what they say just wash over you, and take no notice of it. After all, you're the bigger person for ignoring them." God bless him for being so philosophical at this hour of the morning.

"I guess you're right.."

"Just don't let them get to you, ok?"

"Ok." He ruffled my bangs and went off to make himself some coffee, while I sat eating my blueberry PopTart, still on my perch on the kitchen counter. Since we were both up early, we weren't in any hurry to get ready, so we sat talking about how Kim Kardashian and Kanye West are as annoying as the other, and how their egos are also as big as each other. I'm not quite sure what inspired this conversation, to be honest.

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Once I'd arrived at school, I kept my head down and quickly got to my locker, getting my books and shoving them into my backpack. I was turning around, not watching where I was going, and walked smack-bang into a tall figure that was wearing an Asking Alexandria crew neck.

"Amber, chill out. You're stressing yourself." Danny said gently, tilting my head up so he could look into my eyes (that sounded mega deep, oh my gosh).

"Sorry, I'm just worried about what everyone's gunna say about my stitches, and the fact that I was hit." I mumbled, returning my gaze to the floor.

"Well if they give you shit, I'll give them shit back. You stood up for me, and I'm sure as fuck gonna stick up for you. You've no need to be scared, I've got your back." He was literally the sweetest thing I've ever encountered.

"Thanks, it means a lot that you care. I just want to spend the next few days like a wallflower."

"Don't be silly, you're way too pretty to be a wallflower. If anything, you're the prettiest flower in the whole fucking bouquet!" Once he realised what he said, Danny's face went the color of my hair, and he started chewing on his lip rings. He's got spiderbites on the opposite side to mine, so were twins in a way.

"Thank you, that's the sweetest thing anybody's ever said to me." I gave him a kiss on the cheek before heading down to my art class, but Danny lightly grabbed my arm.

"Wait, are you busy on Saturday?" He asked, scratching the back of his neck.

"Uh no, I don't think so. How come?"

"They're re-showing The Fault In Our Stars, and I know it's your favourite movie. You've had a pretty rough week, and I think we should go and see it. My English teacher told me that I should go and see it."

"Id like that. I'd like that a lot."

"Cool, that's great. I'll let you head off to art, and I'll see you later." He waved and headed off, while I stood in the middle of the hallway clutching my art pack. Did Daniel Lucas Brooks just ask me out on a date?!

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Later that day, I was sitting at the kitchen table doing my homework, and Dad was sitting at the opposite end, reading Guitar World and helping me out when I needed it. So far, I'd only gotten my English done, but I hadn't too much left to do. I think I'd manage to get to do it before I passed out.

"Hey Dad, can I go see The Fault In Our Stars with Danny on Saturday?" I asked, half dreading the answer, half excited too.

"I mean I don't see why not. He's a good and decent kid, and he treats you well. Yeah sure, you can go." He replied, glancing up to look at the clock on the wall. It was a quarter past six, and it was beginning to get dark.

"Thanks! I'll let him know later." I continued on with my homework, hoping to get it done by seven, as the new Supernatural was on at that time. All the while, there was only one thought on my mind; was Danny only being friendly and asking to hang out as friends, or was he asking me out on a date?

Notes

I just really love Good Charlotte, and I realised that I've been a fan for 10 years!

I was washing my hair in the bathroom sink at eleven o'clock at night, don't even ask why

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