Hey everyone, I'm late, shut up about it. Okay so this is slight AU, where the trio didn't meet until middle school. It's the eighth grade. Enjoy!
"Welcome students! I will be your homeroom teacher for your last year in middle school, my name is Mrs. Lisianthus."
Danny's eyes shifted around tensely. He picked up conversations of summer vacation, how nobody liked the assigned seats, and things of that caliber. Secretly, he enjoyed the seating arrangements because it took away the 'Oh-I-don't-have-friends-so-where-the-fuck-am-I-gonna-sit?' factor. Around him sat five other kids. He sat in the back left corner, to his right was a girl with an undercut hairstyle, her hair an inkwell black. She, too, was casting glances at the other students silently. Her brows were furrowed in an angry look that didn't fool Danny. Her eyes were wide and slightly bloodshot.
'Must've been to worried to sleep,' Danny thought offhandedly. He turned his attention to the boy in front of him. His glasses must have been twice the width of his head, for they were crooked on his nose. They continued to slant, occasionally falling, but the boy kept adjusting them. He seemed uncomfortable, as though he would rather be isolated. He met Danny's eyes for a few seconds before Danny thought to smile and wave. Instantly the boy smiled back, his teeth full of multicolored braces.
"...so you may silently read for the next ten minutes..."
Danny took out a sheet of loose leaf paper. In his sharp, thin handwriting, he wrote out a message.
Hey. I'm Danny Fenton.
The boy smiled, taking out a black Sharpie, writing down a reply.
'Sup? My name's Tucker Foley. T.F. for short. You know who that Latina girl to my left is? I kinda wanna ask her out but I dunno how to introduce myself.
Danny thought long and hard. Suddenly, his face broke out into a look of pure inspiration.
Say this, "Hey, my name is Tucker Foley, T.F. for short. The T.F. is short for Too Fine!"
That's GOTTA work!
Tucker smiled slyly and cleared his throat. He turned to the girl on the left, a Latina girl, and began to speak.
"Ahem, I-"
"No."
...well then. The girl next to Danny snickered. She looked at Danny and stuck out her hand.
"Sam, nice to meet you."
"...Danny," he blushed.