Tucker Foley's Complete Guide to Girls for the Clueless
Yaaay another Danny/Sam story! Sorry, a plot bunny attacked me in the shower, and now I can't get it out of my mind. This will (hopefully) be me first multi-chapter story, and it will (hopefully) be finished before I start high school in September. I'm warning you now, though, I may or may not finish it because I have to write a teen witness thing on the Eucharist for my church. So, yeah, anyway, review if you want more, I guess.
Here's a sneak preview, tell me if you like it!
Danny slammed the door to his bedroom, fuming. He dropped his backpack on the floor and kicked it towards the opposite wall, then threw himself onto his bed. He screamed into his pillow.
Tucker, who had walked in with him, just laughed.
Danny's head shot up, and, ignoring Tucker's smirks, turned to face his friend with a furious expression. Tucker steeled himself for venting.
"What does she see in all those guys anyway?" Danny asked him, replaying the entire day in his head.
"Well, from what I can tell, they're scoping out all the best looking guys and flirting with them. Just like what we do with the chicks." Tucker said matter-of-factly.
"But there's a difference in what we used to do!" Danny cried, distressed.
"Used to?" Tucker inquired, but Danny didn't hear him.
"Sam never used to be like that! Never! And then Hannah comes along and the next thing I know she's all talkative and giggly like a-"
"Girl?" Tucker finished for him, and Danny fell silent.
Tucker sighed, feeling that it was time his best friend had and epiphany. "Look, dude, I know how you feel about Sam."
Danny flushed and opened his mouth to retort, but Tucker shushed him.
"Listen to me!" he said. "I'm trying to help you."
Still scarlet in the face, Danny sank back against his pillows and stared up at the ceiling, twiddling his thumbs and waiting for Tucker to continue.
"Sam's seventeen now, Danny. It's about time she took an interest in girl stuff, you know? And she's only ever hung out with us guys since the fourth grade. The only other real girl she had was your sister, and who wants to spend all day with her? No offense. From my perspective, Hannah's really done her some good. Sam needs to be with more of her kind, don't you think? Because let's face it, dude, men and women are like an entirely different species."
Danny snorted. "What are you, her mother?" he asked.
"No," Tucker answered, glaring at him now. "I'm her friend."
The smirk slid right off Danny's face. Then he sighed.
"You're right," he said finally. "Even if I don't like it, you're right."
"I'm always right." Tucker answered cheerfully, and Danny shot a ghost ray at his hat.
"But Tucker," Danny said quietly, almost whispering. His face was dead serious, and his voice was hoarse, something that happened only when his pain was very emotionally deep. Tucker leaned forward, bending over Danny so that part of his face was covered in shadow. His blue eyes were brighter than usual, and Tucker noted that this was because they were gleaming with water.
"I don't want to be just her friend." Came Danny's hoarse whisper, and he looked away from him.
Poor Danny. He had only wanted to be with Sam ever since what seemed like forever. There wasn't one period of time when he hadn't suspected Danny of nursing deep feelings for her. It must be awful to feel like that about someone, not knowing if they felt the same.
Which, she did, actually, so there really wasn't anything for Danny to cry about.
But Tucker had swore his on his soul to Sam that he wouldn't tell Danny anything about it, so his poor friend had to wallow in misery while she was out there flirting nonstop with every guy in town.
Feeling sorry for him, Tucker patted Danny on the back in a very manly way and said:
"Then make a move, Danny, or else you'll never be with her."
Okay, does anyone know why the reviews on my last two stories won't show up? I really want to read them, they make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside! Haha, jk, but seriously, message me if you know what's going on.