Oh, Danny
by: JediPrincess
Note: Hi everyone! I wanted to be the first to publish a Grease fan fiction here! Just a little story.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything or anyone from Grease.
Dear Diary,
Today I saw Danny again! I couldn't believe it! To think I move away from Australia, and transfer to a school here in the States, and Danny is attending it also!
But Diary, he's different. Different from what I remember him as. How could that be?
You see, I met this bunch of girls here. They dress in these pink jackets. Frenchie seems to be the nicest of them all. I don't think Rizzo really likes me that much. Well, anyway, back to the point...
Well, I mentioned Danny to them, and that his name was Danny Zucko. The girls burst out into giggles, and then they wouldn't tell my why! Honestly, Diary, I didn't know why. How stupid of me!
So we were walking, and then, out of the blue, whom do I see? Danny! And I didn't think he went to this school. And those girls were all giggling. Frenchie was the most serious of the whole bunch.
I almost didn't recognize him. He was wearing a leather jacket, with this funny looking symbol that read The Thunderbirds on the back of it. Maybe a new clothing designer? And he was standing with this group of males, all wearing the same jacket! He saw me, and called out in his usual voice, "Sandi?" But then one of the fellows nudged him, and his voice was totally altered. "I mean, Sandi."
Then he wanted to speak to be alone, but I would have nothing of it, and I didn't think his friends would either.
How did he get to be this way, Diary? Was it a change I didn't notice? Down under he was dressed so differently. And all that fun on the beach...has it all melted away?
I hope it hasn't. Please don't let those memories slip away from me. But I have a feeling that the Danny here is not the Danny there.
It is late now, Diary. I am off to bed. Goodnight.
by: JediPrincess
Note: Hi everyone! I wanted to be the first to publish a Grease fan fiction here! Just a little story.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything or anyone from Grease.
Dear Diary,
Today I saw Danny again! I couldn't believe it! To think I move away from Australia, and transfer to a school here in the States, and Danny is attending it also!
But Diary, he's different. Different from what I remember him as. How could that be?
You see, I met this bunch of girls here. They dress in these pink jackets. Frenchie seems to be the nicest of them all. I don't think Rizzo really likes me that much. Well, anyway, back to the point...
Well, I mentioned Danny to them, and that his name was Danny Zucko. The girls burst out into giggles, and then they wouldn't tell my why! Honestly, Diary, I didn't know why. How stupid of me!
So we were walking, and then, out of the blue, whom do I see? Danny! And I didn't think he went to this school. And those girls were all giggling. Frenchie was the most serious of the whole bunch.
I almost didn't recognize him. He was wearing a leather jacket, with this funny looking symbol that read The Thunderbirds on the back of it. Maybe a new clothing designer? And he was standing with this group of males, all wearing the same jacket! He saw me, and called out in his usual voice, "Sandi?" But then one of the fellows nudged him, and his voice was totally altered. "I mean, Sandi."
Then he wanted to speak to be alone, but I would have nothing of it, and I didn't think his friends would either.
How did he get to be this way, Diary? Was it a change I didn't notice? Down under he was dressed so differently. And all that fun on the beach...has it all melted away?
I hope it hasn't. Please don't let those memories slip away from me. But I have a feeling that the Danny here is not the Danny there.
It is late now, Diary. I am off to bed. Goodnight.