Okay, SPECIAL NOTICE!!!
I had a reviewer (not saying who, though if u look at the reviews, I'm sure u can tell) told me that they don't like how I depict the females of this show. Paulina is a bitch and Maddie they can handle, but not Sam.
I would like to mention this (hopefully I don't have to again): My story is SLASH. Sometimes in slash, females tend to turn up as bitches, sluts, and/or fucking retards.
They also asked if I was sexist or something. I am a GIRL. I am in no way, shape, or form bias against my own sex. I am merely showing truth. Some girls do end up acting like Sam/Maddie/Paulina when faced with this kind of thing. They are just each portraying it from different perspectives:
1) Maddie is a mom who fears her son (Danny) might be gay. Maddie is homophobic in this fic, ppl.
2) Sam is in the whole crushing-on-your-best friend thing. She wants Danny to herself, and Dan is posing a threat to that idea. There for? Sam gets a bit protective and tries to get rid of Dan so she has Danny.
And finally, 3) Paulina likes Dan, but she's popular and he hangs out with 'losers'. What's she to do? Why, try and get Dan into her crowd and date him. Pualina is defiantly a bitch.
I hope this cleared up some stuff.
However, one last thing: IF YOU DO NOT LIKE THIS FIC (or something in it) DO NOT READ IT!!!!!! I can't say this enough, yet I can't say it all the time. It should be common since by now ppl. I will not tolerate fucking retards that think it's okay to bash an author because they don't write out a character to their liking. Keep in mind (because I do), who u like, others might not (& vise versa)! U got a problem? Shut up and get out!
Thank you
Thx for the reviews (I now refuse to recognize the ppl whom have not read the notice and still read this though they don't like something) and feedback.
Disclaimer: I don't own this show (or FOP). However, Gat, his friends, the plot and other OCs that might appear are mine; thank you.
When the bell for lunch rang, Dan and Danny waved bye to Tucker and Sam, and then headed off to the library. Halfway there, Dan paused and grabbed Danny's hand. "Danny?"
"Hm?" the boy hummed in question, blinking down at his twin.
"Uhh... is the librarian... ya know.. nice?" Dan asked, eyeing the end of the hallway where the library doors were. Danny followed his glaze and thought about it for a few seconds before sighing.
"She's not the greatest, and she loves to get on everyone's case, but she doesn't give out detentions or anything unless whatever you did was pretty bad. So she's not nice, but not mean either..." he responded. "Why?"
"Umm, bad experience. Really. The last librarian I went to tried to call the police on me... all I did was asked where the bathroom was..." Dan glanced away, back to the library, then away again as a blush crept up his neck.
"Why'd she.."
"Oh! Daan! Over here!" a high-pitched voice sang. Dan winced; Paulina. The Spanish girl quickly strut over to him and grabbed his hand. "Will you join me for lunch?" she asked.
"Ah, Pualina was it?" he asked, faking forgetfulness to her name. She must have ignored that fact as she only smiled back. "As I'm sure you can already tell, I'm here with Danny right now and--"
"Oh! Forget that loser!" Paulina interrupted, placing herself in between Dan and Danny. "Just come to lunch with me!"
Dan shook his head, "Sorry, but I promised."
"Who?" the girl demanded.
"Lancer."
"... Oh..." Paulina mentally cursed. If he said something like their parents or Danny himself, she might of had more ground. But against a teacher? 'I can't do anything!' "Well, maybe tomorrow then?"
"... Yeah, maybe," Dan replied, stepping around the older girl and grabbing Danny's arm. "I'll.. uh.. See ya later, Paulina."
"Okay!" said girl waved after the two. "I'll get you to date me, don't worry." Paulina grinned and turned, strutting back to the lunchroom.
Danny sighed as he looked through the book in front of him. It was the 1000th one he looked at! ... 'Okay, that was an exaggeration.' But it sure felt like it! Slamming his head on the desk (who hasn't done this in frustration?), Danny groaned, catching the attention of his twin who had been silently rereading his own poem. The silver haired boy looked up through heavy bangs...
'Wait, what? My bangs aren't this heavy...' he thought as he looked up at them. And they weren't, or they hadn't been. 'What happened?' Shrugging, he pushed the thought aside for later and focused on Danny. The boy's head was still pressed onto the desktop, the open book laying to the left of his fallen head, and his mid night black hair was sprawled across the polished wood.
Dan stared for a moment. That black... it had been his once. When he was young--before the accident--his hair had been black like Danny's, but Dan had always thought Danny's hair was a deeper black. A black that rivaled the dark night. His own hair never could compete with it; and now, as it was silver, it wasn't any match at all to Danny's. Suddenly, Danny sat up in his chair, staring with wide eyes at Dan. It took the older boy a second to figure out why.
His hand was in Danny's hair; he'd leaned across the table to touch and rake his pale fingers through those black locks. Hesitating, Dan stared at his hand, noticing the stark contrast of it and his brother's hair. It was like staring at an abstract black-and-white painting, except it wasn't. It was better. It was Danny. The boy was staring at him, curiosity in his sky-blue eyes. But he wasn't mad or angry or even a tiny bit annoyed or bothered.
Then Danny laughed. A pure, rich, warm sound that made Dan feel light and happy. It was a short bit away from bliss. 'Bliss would be in his arms, in his kiss, in his love.' Dan blushed and finally pulled his hand away, apologizing to Danny. The younger boy shook his head. "It's fine," he waved it off. Then, after a few seconds, he looked back up at Dan. "Why though?" he asked quietly.
Dan shrugged, looking away to hide his blush, "I was just thinking..."
"About..." Danny leaned forward, as though to prompt him to continue. Dan shrugged one shoulder.
"I don' know," he said, still not looking at Danny. "I just... your hair's so dark," he stated. "I know our hair used to be the same, but I remember that your hair was always darker than mine. I used to look at your hair and then the night sky. They looked the same. I... Now every time I look at the sky... I think of your eyes if it's day, then at night I think of your hair. It's kinda stupid, I know, but... When that happens.. It's like.. I'm still with you, not matter what..." Dan finally looked back at Danny and when he saw the shocked expression he looked away again, "Sorry, that was stupid."
"No!" Danny protested, loudly. Luckily, there was not instant 'shhh!'ing or the librarian running up to them. Danny blushed as Dan quickly looked at him from his outburst. "I-I mean... I... you really mean all that?" he asked. "About remembering me from that?"
"Yes, I do," Dan answered with a nod. "I.. That's how I remembered what you looked like; your hair and eyes. Or else I wouldn't have recognized you on Sunday."
Danny swallowed, blush deepening. "No one's.. No one's ever.. Said something like that... not to me..."
Dan smiled and laughed. "That's 'cause they don't know how great you are," he stated without thought. Then he turned to one of the many books littering the tabletop to hide his own rather strong blush. "Let's see if we can find something..."
Danny watched his older brother skim through at least three or four books before smiling and joining him. He was surprised by Dan's confession. He'd been honest when he said no one told him those things, because no one did. He glanced from the book to Dan, watching the way the pale boy bit his lip and his pink tongue licked his finger when he needed to turn a page (every 3 seconds). Danny's smile softened and he continued to watch his brother for a few minutes with warmth filling his heart.
'No one's told me that before. So it just makes this all the better.' he thought.
By the time lunch was over, Danny had found his poem. He had beamed when he did and refused to show it to Dan. "You'll hear it on Friday. Wait," was his answer to Dan's wine of 'Why not!?' They both left the library before the librarian could get to them for too much noise (Dan was being loud). As they headed to their Science class with Lancer, Danny trailed behind Dan to read his poem to himself (AN-nop, u don't see it yet)
Most of the class was spent with Tucker gushing over his PDA and how fast it could tell him answers to Lancer's questions, Sam being bored (and glaring at Dan when she could, which was most of the time), Danny reading his poem (Lancer let him since it was an assignment and Danny was pretty good at Science), and Dan wondering what Danny's poem was (and glaring back at Sam).
Then it was over.
Dan quickly got up, hugged Danny 'bye' (and tried to peek at the poem; failed), and then left the room with a nod to Lancer. He floated upstairs through the ceiling (or floor to the second level) both invisible and intangible. Then he flew to his Guitar class and landed in front the door. Returning to normal, he walked in... Then stopped to stare at the only other person inside. Or rather, other ghost.
"Freakshow..." he muttered, stepping further in and closing the door. He glared at the older ghost as he smirked back.
"Dannie.. It's been so long!" the bowled man cried, flying over and engulfing Dan in a bear-hug before the other could do anything else. "How are you?"
Dan shot an ecto-blast into the ghost's stomach and managed to put up a shield to stop the other from getting near him again. "Fine; better without you," he said, glaring at the other. Freakshow chuckled as he eyed the shield for a way to get in. "Why are you here?"
"You."
Gat whistled as he walked down the hall of the second floor. Next to him were his friends Lexii and Rick. He was walking with them to their guitar class since he had Literature next... and he hated his teacher, Ms Bulltin. She would never stop thinking that if something went wrong in class, it was Gat's fault. God, he hated her. But he pushed that thought away and focused on Lexii who was talking.
"Hey, are we still doing that gig in December?" she asked, looking at Gat with bright green eyes. Gat grinned and nodded.
"Of course!"
Rick frowned, "But we don't have a singer.."
"I know that! But don't worry, we'll find another," Gat stated joyfully as they rounded the corner. Lexii and Rick shared a glance.
"Gat, Hun, singers don't just pop out of your ass." Lexii stated dryly.
"No, but they might pop from your vagina," the blonde snipped back, dodging a roundhouse kick from the black haired female. "Look, I know what you're saying: it wouldn't be a walk in the park to get a new singer. But that doesn't me we shouldn't try, right?" The two stared at Gat. "This also doesn't mean we shouldn't stay optimistic about it either. We'll find someone as long as we don't stop looking for them. Okay?"
There was a pause before both Lexii and Rick nodded, "Okay."
"Good!" Gat smiled, but it soon faded as they neared the guitar room. There was a bang, clatter of un-named nick-knacks falling to the floor, things being broken... the three looked at each other.
"The guitars!!" they yelled and burst into the room.
Dan whirled around at the sound of the door opening, slamming against the wall and bouncing back. He quickly turned invisible; Freakshow did the same across the room. The two ghosts held their breath as the three humans walked slowly into the room. Lexii stayed near the door as the boys walked farther in. Rick walked to the back, close to where Freakshow was, and looked at the fallen shelves and amps.
"Most of the equipment is trashed." he told the other two, as well Dan and Freakshow. He turned to ask Gat what they were going to do without them, but Gat seemed to be day dreaming... seemed being the key word. He was actually staring at Dan, or at least where Dan was. The silver haired boy had to double-check his invisibility, but it was working. 'So, how can Gat see me?' he silently wondered, watching the pale blonde frown. "Yo!"
Gat turned to stare at Rick, "Wha?"
"The equipment's trashed, what we doing without them?" Rick repeated, adding in the question he'd wanted to ask. Gat blinked before racing to the taller boy's sided, and blinked again when he got there.
"..." He stayed silent for a few seconds before, "Damn." He glanced back at Lexii and gestured for her to join them. The dark haired girl hesitated before quickly crossing the room, giving Dan the chance to quickly fly out the room--Freakshow following behind him--and land back on the ground. He turned visible just as the other ghost joined him.
"Well, that was close." Freakshow commented his eyes once again set on Dan's small frame. The teen ghost glared up at him, green eyes flashing with the ectoplasm that still surrounded his body.
"Shut up and get out of here. I can't let anyone see you." he stated grimly, glare not wavering. If Freakshow was uncomfortable with said glare, he didn't show it.
"Then they won't." the ghost said simply, and then left through the floor. Dan stayed there for a moment before retracting his ectoplasm and racing back to class. The bell rang just as he got into the room, Gat rushing pass him to get to his own class. They locked eyes for a split second: 'Still meeting after school?' 'Yeah.' When Gat was out of sight, Dan walked slowly into the Guitar room, already knowing what he'd see.
The teacher walked in, gasping as he took in the mess of the trashed room. "What on Earth happened here?!" he yelled out, glaring at the teens in the room. All the 11 students gulped and started spewing out that they hadn't done any of it, their voices jumbling together and aggravating Dan's ears. "Enough!!" All the students stopped and stared at the man. "Never mind. Go to the office--yes, Cathy, the Main Office--and tell the VP that someone trashed our room." Everyone nodded and rush from the room. Dan paused in the doorway.
"Sir?"
"Yes?"
"I think it was a ghost."
"Ghost?" The man turned at stared.
Dan nodded, "Yes, sir. He looked like he was from the Circus. I saw him fly into the room and when I tried to open it, I found it locked. I ran off the find a teacher to help. Then I came back to this."
"... Thank you, son."
"No problem." When the teacher left Dan grinned and his eyes sparked with mischief. "Freakshow, you are so abolished."
Please note that I might not update for a while after this. I need to calm down about my up coming finals and my muse seems to be clutching Claude (K-san) of Gravitation at this moment... so I am w/o inspiration at this time, sorry