Chapter 9:
Danny POV-
"Are you alright, Danny?" Jazz asked me, looking over coffee at breakfast the next morning.
"Yeah, I just didn't get much sleep last night," I replied, absentmindedly spinning the spoon around in the milk of my cereal.
A few seconds later Jackson and Wren entered the kitchen, Wren pushed in first and took the cereal from its spot next to me on the table and poured herself a bowl. Wren seated herself between Jazz and I at the table. I cast a quick glance at her and noticed the circles that hung below her eyes. Jackson came in after Wren and studied his sister intently as he poured some coffee and buttered a bagel.
'Hmm…maybe I could invade Jackson's privacy tonight,' I made a mental note.
"Wren, what is it? Are you okay?" he asked finally her with concern. She looked up, giving him a dirty look then dramatically dropping her spoon with a metallic clang, before finally sighing and answering her brother.
"I'm fine. I just didn't sleep well last night," she replied dropping her eyes to her cereal bowl. I mentally shrugged, judging by the dreams she had last night, I had no doubt that she did not end up sleeping well. I mean seriously, I nearly had nightmares from her nightmares, so, if she had actually, somehow, lived these things then I could imagine that she would be a little on edge right now. I turned back to my cereal, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jazz's eyes widen.
Jazz gave me an accusatory glare before grabbing my arm.
"Danny, can I talk to you?" she ordered more than questioned as she dragged me into the hall under the stairs.
"Danny!" Jazz hissed in a low voice, glancing behind her to make sure we weren't followed, "You didn't do anything with Wren last night, did you?"
"Wait, what? What do you—Oh! No, no, I didn't I swear, at least not in the way you're thinking!" I replied
"Then what did you do?" she asked me, raising an eyebrow at me as she stood with her arms crossed.
"Umm…" I rubbed the back of my neck guiltily, "I sort of, kind of, maybe…invaded her dreams…a little."
"Danny!" Jazz threw her hands up, whisper-yelling at me, "That's an invasion of privacy!"
"I know, I know. Sam already read me the right act last night," I sighed and Jazz calmed down a little.
"Why did you even do it?" she asked after a few seconds.
"Because…there's something that they're not telling us, and her dreams only confirmed that, you should have seen her nightmares, they were so disturbing, it's no wonder she's such a mess today," I told her.
"What were they about?" Jazz wondered.
"Here, Amity Park, and Ghosts had taken over, like big time." I stated. Jazz nodded slowly, lost in thought and thinking over what I had just told her. Then another thought seemed to come into her mind as she turned to me again.
"Wait a minute! You've never been in my dreams have you?!" Jazz exclaimed.
"I don't know, why don't you ask Taylor Lautner," I smirked.
"Danny!" she shrieked, and attempted to grab me, but with another smirk, I turned intangible before phasing through the floor with a wave goodbye.
Wren POV-
"What was that about?" Jackson asked as Jazz pulled Danny out of the room.
"Like I know," I shrugged, taking another bite of my cereal.
"So why didn't you sleep well?" he asked, sitting across from me at the table and taking a sip of his coffee. I wrinkled my nose. He drinks his coffee black like our dad does (or at least he does in the future), while I, on the other hand, drink my coffee with milk and sugar at a ratio of one to one with the coffee.
"Bad dreams," I answered simply.
"About the war," Jackson stated, knowingly, lowering his voice.
"Yeah," I said. We were both silent for a minute.
"Are you worried about them?" Jackson wondered.
"Well, yeah, they're our parents and they're at war and there is absolutely nothing we can do about it" I exclaimed.
"Shh…lower your voice," Jackson scolded. I paused; I hadn't even realized that my voice was getting higher.
"Sorry, okay...it's just, you know…" I sighed, looking down at the familiar wood grains on the kitchen table. I've sat here, so many times, I even doodled a flower in permanent marker on the table when I was four, one that they were never able to remove…or will never be able to remove, I smiled a little to myself, rubbing the spot where it will eventually be.
"I know…but, I'm sure they're fine, and you know dad wouldn't want us to be worried about them," Jackson told me.
"Why don't we just ask him," I added bitterly.
"Wren, you know that we can't do that," Jackson said, adding a stern edge to his voice as if to say "Don't-you-even-think-about-it."
"Yeah, yeah, but it's driving me insane," I mumbled, taking another bite of my now-soggy cereal.
"Danny!" I suddenly heard Jazz angrily shriek from the hallway. Jackson heard it to, and he gave me a look before we both jumped out of our seats and ran into the hall.
"What is it? What's wrong?" we asked in unison.
"Danny is going to have to find his own way to school. Come on, we're going to be late anyway," Jazz said with a scowl as she huffed, regaining her composure. Then she picked her bag off of the floor and her car keys out of the ceramic bowl on the hall table and stormed out through the front door. Jackson and I blinked quickly at each other before grabbing our bags off of the floor and following Jazz out the door to go to school.
