Hey my people what is up? i totally got boredat my uncle's house, and got this cool idea for a story.and kinda ticked off for the lack of JxT stories. idecided to comeup with one. i thinkthe finished project will be a Mwah materpiece. so read n review, im not a very motivated person, so you all need to give me some motivation, byreviewing. that way i can continue. sothanxin advance.
oh and i dont own any dp characters, or dp him self.snaps fingers darn, i wish i did. but i dont.
The Late Night Walk
2:31Am His alarm clock flashed. He has been laying in his bed for what seemed like forever. "AHHHHRRRG!" , The raven haired boy screamed in his head, "This is the third night in a row that i couldn't get to sleep, and when i finally get to sleep, i do nothing but toss and turn,and all because of her!" the boy thought in frustration. " Maybe a walk will help" Tucker grabbed his sneakers, his black and red coat, and his trusty PDA. and walked out the door into the night. He decided to go ahead and head to Amity Park. It was a pretty long walk, a couple of miles from his house. "Two miles there and two miles back, i will be so tired when i get home, ill just fall right asleep."Tucker thought happily. He knew he had to take the back way, town curfewon a Friday night was Midnight,and cops were always patrolling the main streets in the city, checking anyone who looked under 16. But everyone knew they never bothered to check the alleyways, or backroads. " God i love the lazy cops in this city, i should send them some dough-nuts, just to thank them." Tucker grabbed his PDA and Headphones out of his coat pocket, and listened to some tunes as he walked. It seem like he had been walking for ever, and It turned out, he had been. And already been all the way threw the park, he looked up, and by accident or not, found himself in front of her house. He stared up at her window, he couldn't help but wonder what she was doing. Tucker slapped him self, "Well sleeping, duurh, its only like three in the morning, There's no way she is up, its to late." Tucker thought. " Aawww what the heck, if shes not up, then she wont hear." Tuck ran over to the edge of the curb and picked up a handful little pebbles, and began chucking them at her window. Reliezing what he had been doing, he suddenly panicked, "But what if she WAS up and DID hear me, then what would i tell her? Theres no way i could possibly tell her that i..."
"That you what? Totally gave me a heart attack by throwing things at my window, and making me run all the way to the basement to get the Fenton Anti-Creep stick, then all the way back up, to beat the crap out of what i thought to be Dash for the third time this week?"
Tucker turned his left to see the one and only Jasmine Fenton in her PJ's and flip-flops leaning against the wall with the 'bat' raised over her shoulder.
"Man..." Tucker thought " Mr. Fenton's right...that is hott."
Jazz leaned the bat against the wall of her house, and walked over to Tucker. " Sooo, Foley, What are you doing out and about so late on this lovely Friday night...besides stalking your best friend's sister of course?"