29 April, 2016
Isabelle was fine -- great, even -- and, by now, really over the divorce with Simon. She was on to bigger and better things, and putting a lot of her focus back into school and her future had really helped, too. Besides, being single meant she could flirt with whomever she wanted and eat pizza straight from the refrigerator after deciding not to shower the night before without fearing her significant other would think any less of her. Of course, she always regretted forgoing a shower the next day, but laziness and procrastination sure had a way with time.
Speaking of time, it had been a while since she'd seen Danny, and Isabelle was…concerned? Something like that. She hadn't figured out how to explain to him that her new roommate was a guy, who was straight, yet, so she hadn't invited him over and had made it seem like she was as busy as possible -- on Facebook, at least. (It wasn't a lie; university was really crazy lately, what with finals stirring all about. (She feared Danny would attempt to scare Matthew off, just because he was a guy and she, to her brother, was a helpless, vulnerable little girl…were all brothers like this? She loved him nevertheless, of course.)
When she arrived at his house, Isabelle rang the doorbell with her right hand, the only free hand; in her other hand was a warm pizza, with a box of bread sticks and a box of dessert pizza on top -- the chocolate kind, of course; she'd stuffed her phone into her pocket, and her keys were on the lovely lanyard resting on her wrist and dangling between she and the cement of the porch. "Pizza delivery!" she called out as she pushed the doorbell button, probably annoying any neighbors nearby. (She didn't care.)
It was kind of crazy, thinking that he was Mr. Married these days. Especially when he and Stella's engagement (or realistically, even their dating phase) had been as whirlwind as it was.
Marriage definitely had its perks though, like having someone to come home to when he wrapped a shoot, instead of an empty, and dusty, apartment. This new film was the latest in the Austin Kelley comeback conga that had been the better part of the last year and a half but it had been an amazing time and Danny had really enjoyed himself.
The only downside of going away this time was that instead of a lengthy reunion with Stella, he'd barely been home for a day before she'd gone away on vacation to visit with some extended family.
Which of course, she should since being married to Danny didn't mean he expected Stella to cater to his every whim, but it would have been nice to get a little more time with her, once he'd properly settled back in again.
There was always other ways to occupy his time though and Danny was just contemplating texting Joe, when he heard someone knocking on his front door.
He definitely hadn't ordered pizza but the voice was kind of unmistakable (growing up with a person will do that to you), and Danny opened the door, pulling Isabelle into a hug, while also doing his best not to squash the pizza she was carrying.
"Hey! How are you? And more importantly, what are you doing here?" It wasn't like Isabelle could say she was in the neighbourhood, because as far as Danny knew, she'd moved back into town following everything with Simon. Which of course he couldn't blame her for, because why keep such a big house when there's only one person living in it?