The Awkward Meetings Between Two Acquaintances
A/N: I should probably tell you guys that timeline is more of a daily thing. Meaning you'll barely see any drastic time-skips, each chapter will just be the continuation of a day or it'll be the next day. Written June 6th, 2013.
A/N 2: Thanks again to deeplyinloves, kbeto, xxPUDDxx, and lozzigurl for reviewing. Also thanks to darkroge for favoriting. Love y'all!
Jack of All Trades and Sandwich Fetishes
Danny was that special type of person. For instance, he didn't just stop at sports. He wanted to do anything and virtually everything. He tended to get easily bored so when he was younger his parents signed him up for various clubs and activities. His first memory of his first interest was when he was only six, when his tiny hands grasped the neck of a guitar and his fingers strummed the strings that were attached. A melodious tune emitting from the beautiful, varnished wooden instrument. He was at a store in some mall in Philadelphia, with his parents. A strange man was talking to them, saying something about the guitar. His attention was brought away from the guitar when his mother spoke.
"Danny, dear, would you like to have that guitar?" She said. Danny vigorously nodded and strummed the guitar again. "Are you sure? You're going to have to take really good care of it, we'll also have to have someone teach you play."
"Yes, Mommy, I will. I really want it! I promise I'll practice every single day!" Danny assured.
"If you say so, bud." His father smiled as he crouched in front of Danny to ruffle his curly hair. "Maybe one day you'll end up a famous rock star!"
"You have to study really hard first!" His mother said. She was at the front counter with the strange man, pulling out her clutch to retrieve her card.
"Aw! But why do I have to study?" He whined to his mom.
"Because you want to be smart and famous right?" She said whilst handing the card to the man.
Danny pouted. "Hmm... I guess so."
"Oh, chin up, champ. School's fun! Plus you can show off your guitar playing skills at school, whenever there's a talent show!" His father said.
"Oh yeah!" Danny beamed. "I guess I could!"
Now he's waking up to the same guitar, hung up on the wall, a trophy, a memory, an achievement. It was the door to a whole world of possibilities. Whilst taking his guitar lessons, he got really into soccer that he decided to join the soccer team every summer. It lasted the majority of his childhood and part of his preteen years. After soccer he started writing articles for his high schools newspaper, it later evolved to small fictions, poetry, and songwriting. Just like his boredom, he could also get interested easily, expanding his talent capacity. He was told by a friend that he would be considered as the 'Jack of All Trades'.
To this day, he still doesn't understand what the hell that means. Typical Danny...
He props himself up on his elbows and blinks several times. He sits up more and rubs his eyes, he shivers slightly and really wishes that Tom would just bring him his detergent already, he ran out of bottoms and he was forced to sleep in thin boxers. The wool ones he had last night got dirty after Danny decided to have a midnight milk, his exhaustion caused him to accidentally spill some milk on his pajama bottoms. He kicks his blankets off with sock covered feet and stands up. He scratches his right ass cheek and then yawns. He does his morning routine of stretches and scratching various places of his body before heading to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, which was usually a sandwich. Today's sandwich, last nights, leftover grilled chicken on whole wheat, added fresh tomatoes and lettuce. He plopped himself down the couch and placed his plate on the coffee table, he grabbed the remote to his television and turned it on. He flipped through channel whilst munching on his sandwich. Then, his home phone rang. Danny sighs and leaves the TV on some porn channel to answer the phone. He snatches the phone off of its holder and looks at the caller ID.
'Georgia Horsley' It read. He sighs and takes another bite of his sandwich before hitting the answer button. Before he can mumble a polite 'good morning', Georgia is already talking in her speedy Californian accent.
"Hey Danny! What up? So anyway, I need, like, a huge favor from you. The clubs performing act is down with the flu and-"
"I'm gonna stop you there. I'll be there when you need me." He said in between bites then he hears his door bell ring. He walks over to the front door whilst still on the phone with his long time best friend.
"Oh em gee! You're the best Dan!" The girl squeals. Danny nods to himself and holds the phone with his right ear and shoulder, using his right hand to unlock and open his front door. "Oh, the perks of having the Jack of All Trades as a best friend."
"Still don't know what the hell that means." Danny groans.
"Oh, Danny... it's an expression that means-" He pulls the door open to find Tom standing there with his detergent in his hands. He smiles at the blonde.
"Hi Dan! I -uh- I just got done with my laundry last night, with the help of Dougie, and I remembered to bring this to you." Tom explains.
"O-okay, yeah. Just head inside and uh, put it on top of my washer. I'm kinda busy." He points to the phone on his ear and Tom instantly gets it. "The laundry rooms, past the kitchen."
"Are you, like, even listening to me?!" Georgia shouts into the receiver, nearly deafening Danny.
"Holy fucking shit, Georgia! You almost blew my fucking-"
"HOLY SHIT! WHAT IN THE NAME OF SWEET BABY JESUS?!" The exclamation makes Danny jump and he jogs to the living room to where Tom is speechlessly watching the porn Danny left on. Danny face-palms and audibly groans, he childishly stomps his foot on the hardwood floors.
"Georgia, I'll call you back!" Danny says into the receiver. "I gotta take care of something, I'll see you tonight at the club."
"Okay, later!" She replies. His attention is now completely on a still-in-shock Thomas. Tom snaps his head to Danny and realizes that he is in his boxers. Then a very false conclusion comes into Tom's mind.
"You're horny and you were, like, on the phone with some, like, phone sex operator and I came at, like, the wrong time and, like, this is, like, totally inappropriate and stuff and why do you have a sandwich?!" Tom squeaks in his signature Valley Girl speed.
Tom's conclusion shocks Danny and he jokingly plays along. "Because I have a sandwich fetish." He jokingly says. Tom takes this all too literally and runs to the laundry room to drop off Danny's detergent. Then he runs back out into the living room then out the door, but not before saying,
"Gotta go, have a nice day Danny!" He awkwardly says, once again in Valley Girl speed. Danny is left awestruck and confused, when all is once again clear, he simply shouts to the heavens.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!"
Back in Fletcher residence, gossip between two blondes unfolds.
"Danny has a sandwich fetish!"
"Shut. Up!"
A/N 3: So some Flones! In a weird, twisted way... and Georgia Horsley is introduced! Yes, she's Californian, I'm not being Cali-centric it's just that it's seems to suit her if she were to be American. Also Danny's Philadelphian! Don't worry you guys, like I said this is a day-to-day timeline, it may seem slow but, like I said it'll build up. So don't fret, 'kay? Well then, that's all! Deuces!