AN: I don't even... I'm so sorry guys for inflicting this upon you, the general public, but I found it saved in the depths of my oldest documents and I just had to put it on here. :') requests? :)


"RAAAAAAGGE!"

Tom, Harry and Dougie looked up from the TV in shock as Danny's voice echoed from his room.

"RAAAAAAGGE!"

Footsteps thumped down the stairs and through the house. They watched the door warily. He stomped past the door, arms in the air.

"RAAAAAAAAAAAGE!"

"What the-?" Tom started.

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE!"

Danny appeared in the door. His curly hair was sticking up in clumps, his face was flushed, and his arms were above his head, hands clawed at the ends. They watched him warily.

After a second of silence, he waved his arms around in circles and opened his mouth again. "RAAAAAAGE!" He stomped over to Tom and stared down at him, hands still flailing.

Tom blinked.

"Wassup, Dan?"

Danny took a deep breath, exhaled, and inhaled before screaming, not for the first time: "RAAAAAAGE!"

And with that he turned and departed (extremely noisily), the bang of his bedroom door signalling the end of this little tantrum.

"Well, okay then."