AU Summary: Danny is a nerd, Andrew and Randy are jocks. That's just how it is. That's life. Danny then begins to realize it's not so easy to categorize people like that.


"You read poetry?" Well he didn't need the total tone of disbelief, thanks asshole.

"Sometimes. Sam got me on some of it. The only ones that really interest me are the ones about space, or about spirits. I don't like ghosts much in a scientific aspect, but thinking about the general idea of spirits as the idea of a human's consciousness at least is interesting, and I've found that poetry is a good way to explore different interpretations of the same thing."

Andrew looked shocked at Danny like he had just told him the answer to why the universe existed. "I just… Never took you for the type, I suppose."

"Yeah, well, right back at you. What, do you have a nose in your book while you're running track, or something like that?"

To his surprise, Andrew only gave a weak grin, looking away. "Something like that. Everyone says that I'm a fantastic runner… When my head isn't in the clouds, or among the pages."

"Dude, that was a joke," Danny told him, staring at him. "You really read that much?"

Andrew rolled his eyes, finally sitting beside Danny. "Unfortunately so. I was tormented for it constantly growing up. It only actually stopped the past year or so because I joined the track team, and everyone saw I was more than just 'the nerd.'"

Danny shifted a little uncomfortably. "Really?"

"Yes, really. Believe it or not, Randy is even worse than I am. He puts on a rather good front, but in his room, he's got countless mathematic study books and scientific works. He doesn't like anything theoretical, though. He prefers to work with numbers, and his hands. That's why he has such high grades in chemistry."

"I thought it was because he just made one of the nerds do his homework for him, or because the teachers just really liked him," Danny admitted.

Andrew chuckled, "No. That's why whenever you see those two lugnuts from your year threatening others to do their work, it's away from Randy. He made it clear from day one where he stood, there."

Staring at him, Danny slowly started to realize something, and he wasn't really sure what to think about it. "Hey… Um, how long have you lived in Amity Park?"

"Oh… Randy and I have lived here three or four years, now? Why?" Andrew was frowning at him, confused by the sudden topic change.

"There's uh… There's this bookstore. Sam's taken me there a few times. It's kinda goth, so I don't know if it's really your scene. But they've got a coffee shop, and they do poetry nights, sometimes. Just, y'know. In case you didn't know."

To Danny's mortification, Andrew just kept staring at him with these wide eyes, his mouth open slightly, and he just stayed like that for the longest time, it was the worst. But then he started smiling at him. "I didn't. Maybe you could show me, as I don't think I've heard of this bookstore. I'm free this Saturday."

"Oh, uh, yeah. Yeah, no problem. I can show you, if you want."

Andrew's smile only grew. "It's a date, then."