Now I am beginning Danny's chapter. And I know some of you thought 'This is pointless' last time, but this time I promise you that it will have a bit more information in it. And I have a reason that I put this in here. I just don't want you to know it yet.
Life's Mysteries
Chapter 6
Danny
Zuko didn't talk a lot. This gave me time to think. I didn't like the direction my thoughts were going, so I wanted him to talk. I would do anything for him to talk. I just felt so nervous. Had I made the right decision? What if this guy was one of those people who trick boys into trusting them, and then they kill them?
I was relieved when Zuko finally broke the awkward and annoying silence. "First, though, we are going into the town. I need to buy supplies."
"But there is a concert down town – all the adults and some of the kids are there. Are you sure you want to go?" I asked him, not wanting to meet up with my parents when I was meant to be home.
"I'll be fine. Come on; show me where this concert is." Zuko said.
I sighed. "I'm not sure that's a good idea, because my parents might –"
"QUIET!" Zuko yelled. "You will follow my order."
I instantly regretted my decision. "Well, alright. But why do you want to go there, anyway?" I was curious of his intentions.
"Oh, I just want to see what your town looks like." I heard him mutter something to himself, but I chose to ignore it. Sometimes this guy could lose his temper, but those eyes. I just couldn't disappoint those eyes.
"Danny, I have a confession." Zuko said.
"You can tell me, I won't tell anyone." I told him honestly. Those eyes were just so comforting.
"Well," I heard Zuko mutter something like: "This isn't part of the plan but," he took a breath in, and I ignored what I thought I had just heard. I probably heard wrong. "Danny, I think I'm… gay…"
"What makes you think that?" I asked dreamily.
"Well," Zuko sounded like he was going to confess everything. "It's just… I'm so… attracted to you."
Before I could answer, I felt his lips press against mine. I closed my eyes, and so did he. His lips were soft, and moist. I felt something wet at my mouth. It wriggled around, trying to find an entrance. I opened my eyes, and so did he. His tongue popped back into his mouth and he pulled away from me. I blushed a deep shade of red.
"Well… uh… we better… move." Zuko was blushing as well. I longed for those lips to touch mine, and I didn't know why.
Sam POV (Author Note: I won't do this much, but I have to, at least here. I HAVE to!)
I gasped as the strange teenager began to close his eyes. When they were half shut, I peered down at Danny, who was watching those eyes, never leaving them. The teenaged boy leant into Danny and, pushing his lips onto my best friends, began to close his eyes more.
Danny's eyes widened, but then shut. I could tell that he was enjoying the kiss, and he kissed the stranger back.
The teenager's arms began to head for Danny's body, about to wrap around them, until Danny's eyes opened. He opened his eyes too, and began to pull away. They both turned the deepest shade of red I had ever seen.
I had to get out of there before I screamed my head off and took my rage out on everything I could find.
Everyone knew I had the biggest crush on my best friend, even me. Everyone that is, except for Danny. Sometimes, he is so clueless. I would be able to learn to accept him if he was gay, but he didn't tell me! And by the looks of it, he didn't know that stranger much.
I would die if I had to hang around with that… hooligan. It was gross. Boys in lip lock. I couldn't believe it. Danny was the guy I would never call gay. Some may think he's a wimp, but everyone knows he is NOT gay. Or is he?
"ARGH!" I yelled. "I HATE IT!"
Danny's POV again.
I heard someone yell in anger in the distance, but I ignored it. Those eyes returned to me, and I unconsciously put my hand into his. I stared into his eyes, and he stared into mine. Without noticing, we moved closer in together while we walked.
I took him behind the stage where a band was playing. He smiled at me, and then looked at the stage. I looked into his eyes. He looked… worried. I don't know what about, but all I know is that whatever it was he was going to do, he didn't want to. I didn't understand what was so bad about buying food.
He looked at our hands, and so did I. I felt my cheeks heat up, but he didn't let go. He mouthed the word 'sorry' to no one in particular and pulled me up onto the stage.
"What are you doing?" I hissed.
"Just follow me, OK?" Zuko whispered to me.
I couldn't disobey him. I felt a lump work its way into my throat as I nodded. He took me to the backstage area, and surprisingly there was no one there. Taking me by surprise, he gave me a quick, but wonderful kiss on the lips, before he dragged me onto stage.
The band had just finished their song. Everyone turned to look at us. Zuko still held my hand. I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. I was terrified. What was he doing? What was going to happen?
"Sorry to interrupt your beloved band," Zuko apologised, his voice sounding mean. "But I have something that I think your town needs to know."
Zuko pulled a ball from his pocket, threw it towards me, let go of my hand and shouted, "Catch!"
I caught it. I didn't know why he was throwing a ball towards my hands. It felt cold. Freezing cold. Colder than the ghosts in the ghost zone. I wondered what it was for when I felt all tingly inside. I felt like I was being forced to transform into my ghost half. And that's exactly what was happening.
"Oh no," I muttered, and tried my hardest to stop the rings from appearing, but I lost. It was over. My life was over.
As I slowly changed into my ghost half, I closed my eyes so I couldn't see the faces of the people around me. I knew video cameras were on me, because the band was performing live.
I heard people gasp, and slowly opened my eyes. I looked towards two faces I knew well – my parents – for a moment, and then I flew away…
See I told you I had a plan. Now, I have to tell you, IT WAS SO HARD WRITING THE PART WHERE ZUKO KISSED DANNY! Well, that's two chapters, I wonder if I can make it three. Unlikely. Ah well, you'll live.
Love Kirst…