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Sam wasn't quite sure what was going on.

In the past few hours, she had witnessed a man with bright orange hair who had talked about ghosts breaking through mountains, and volunteered to help him.

In the past few hours, she had also witnessed her best friend get himself so intoxicated that he couldn't pick himself off the floor without help.

Danny was staggering an awful lot.

"Whoa," she said, a bit loudly, and grabbed onto his hand firmly, walking in the direction she'd been given toward their official room. "I am not getting yelled at by Jazz for you knocking yourself out by walking into a wall."

Date: 2006-06-26 07:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
"Wall. You know, that's a funny word. Waaaaall."

Date: 2006-06-26 07:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
He went over and flopped onto it, mainly because he couldn't really stand up straight.

"S'nice room."

Date: 2006-06-26 07:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
Danny turned over, his arm draped over his head, and looked at her from under it. He probably wasn't even aware that he was staring at her.

Date: 2006-06-26 07:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
"Oh."

He didn't stop staring.

Date: 2006-06-26 07:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
"Um," he said. "I don't know."

Then he looked thoughtful for a moment and got up on his knees and crawled over next to her, before plopping down again. His breath absolutely reeked of alcohol.

Date: 2006-06-26 07:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
He turned away slightly, so that his face was partly against the pillow.

"How come...how come you always..." He sighed, because he was having trouble forming sentences. "You're still good to me, even when I'm stupid...I don't...don't get it sometimes. I mean, Tucker's a geek and stuff and stuff, but you're both smart. And I'm...kinda not. And I'm not always nice. Sometimes I don't get it sometimes.

Especially since I'm gonna be evil."

Date: 2006-06-26 07:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
Danny looked doubtful about the evil thing.

("My goodness me. Not a thing there was that I did to you that you were not already, dear. How was I to know you did not embrace that which is part of you? So many do, after all.")

It had happened once already, and it hadn't taken much.

But Danny didn't have time to think or talk about that more. His face crinkled up into a scowl at mention of Gregor.

"He was a stupid jerk. I wish I could have punched him in his stupid face. I already hated him before I found out he was a lying jerk, because you and Tucker liked him better..."

Date: 2006-06-26 08:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
"I know," he said thoughtfully.

After a moment, "That's...that's like I felt with Val. Because--because nobody...if it weren't for...for my powers, I'd be nobody. And she didn't knooow...she didn't know so it was like she just liked meee. Only I guess...I guess she doesn't like me so much. Not enough. And Paulina thinks I'm a big loser..."

And you...you're my best friend. That's not...you probably just see me like a brother or something, plus you'll just...you should have someone who's not a loser...

The truth was that if he even entertained thoughts of Sam liking him, there was also the risk of overwhelming, crushing rejection.

That was too scary a prospect for him to deal with.

"You deserve somebody...good," he told her. "Somebody who's like Gregor but for real, not faaaking it."

He rubbed at his head with his knuckles, mussing up his hair. It was starting to ache.

Date: 2006-06-26 08:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
Danny just looked confused. "But...but my powers, they're what's makes me a hero."

Date: 2006-06-26 08:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
At this point, he just looked overwhelmed.

"Uh...wow."

It was the kinda thing he's say whether drunk OR sober.

Date: 2006-06-26 08:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
"That's...so totally, y'know, nice. Y'know? That's..."

He couldn't even think that way about himself. He really couldn't.

"...You're always...you're always so nice to me."

He leaned in a little closer.

Date: 2006-06-26 08:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
He shook his head.

"No I wasn't. Was...was second grade and I was...first day of school. Dash sent me facefirst into my lunch-tray. And--and no one would sit with me. And-and you and Tuck came over, with napkins."

Date: 2006-06-26 08:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
"It was because...I liked your backpack. It was Power Rangers. I thought that was cool," he said with a grin.

Date: 2006-06-26 08:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
That was...surprisingly nice.

And mildly terrifying.

His one arm really had nowhere to go with her that close, so he sort of draped it over her waist.

Date: 2006-06-26 08:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
"If I didn't have you and Tuck, I'd go...whatsitcalled. Crazy. Yeah."

Date: 2006-06-26 08:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
Danny wasn't sure why he had the guts to do what he was about to do.

Oh wait.

Alcohol.

But she was warm and his friend and she was pretty, really, really pretty, so he leaned in and pressed his lips clumsily against hers, tasting bitterly of alcohol and something fruity (and something blue, if blue could have a taste).

Date: 2006-06-26 09:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
It was clumsy anyway. Sloppy. There was an excess of spit. Honestly, though, he probably wouldn't have kissed much better if he were sober. Lack of experience and all that.

Well, he had kissed Valerie a few times, but he was trying this thing with tongue here, and he hadn't really done that with Valerie.

Date: 2006-06-26 09:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
Okay, so...laughing. Laughing meant what.

...That meant she thought he was being stupid. Okay.

There was a sinking feeling in his gut, and his chest felt hollow as he he pulled away.

"Yeah...yeah, I guess I am. Yeah."

Date: 2006-06-26 09:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
"Nothing. Just...tired," he said, rubbing at his eyes. "My head hurts."

Date: 2006-06-26 09:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
"Uh. Yeah." His face flushed.

And you...you didn't like it.

What she was doing to his templed made him feel better and he closed his eyes.

Date: 2006-06-26 09:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com
He was quiet. Very, very quiet.

...That was because he'd fallen asleep.

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