I am so sorry for the not updating very fast. I have major writers block right now. And I've been getting distracted with other ideas.
But those aren't important yet, so, for now, enjoy!
Danny's POV
"So, Sami, got any twos?" I asked, trying to give my best lawyer face. Or at least I think it's a lawyer. Whatever the person who asks all of the questions is called, that's who I'm trying to imitate!
"Go fish, Daniel," Sam answered with an icy edge that I had predicted. I smiled in triumph as I took another card, which happened to be the two I needed. Well how about that? I get a pair and got to annoy Sam all in one turn!
"Guys, just a thought, how is playing go fish going to help us get our friends and in some cases siblings back?" Apollo asked suddenly, seeming to be thinking pretty hard about his question.
"Bottom line; it isn't," I answered honestly. "But it's a great way to take our minds off of all the bad stuff."
"What bad stuff?" John asked. "The worst thing we've heard is that no one leaves the Dream Dimension and they aren't in the Dream Dimension. Nothing that bad had come up."
"Yet," I said dramatically.
"Daniel," Sam said in a warning tone.
"Yes Sami?" I asked back with mock sweetness. Sam glared at me.
"I know it's cheesy, but watching you two fight is so much better than cable," John said.
"You know, I think Danny was right earlier," Apollo said, nodding as though he'd just made sense out of something. "Goofing off really has taken my mind off of everything we've been dealing with. It's kind of nice."
"See? I know what I'm doing," I said to Sam.
"I don't think you do," she shook her head as she said it. "How long ago did we establish that I don't like being called Sami?"
"A really long time ago," I replied. "I'd say back around the time the Star Wars series took place."
"Right. So let me ask you three: do you think it's smart to do something you were asked not to?" Sam asked. The three of us shook our heads.
"I'm glad you're all in agreement, because the next person who calls me Sami is so getting a beat down Yoda style," Sam couldn't keep her face straight as she said the sentence. None of us could help but smile. That's when I started feeling bad that I'd called her a name she didn't like.
"So what shall we all do now?" John asked. "I don't think anyone wants to help me with my homework…"
"What do you have?" Sam asked. John ran to get his backpack. Apollo seemed intrigued at the fact of seeing what we learn here on Earth. And I had the strange feeling that I could actually help John do his homework. Wait, was this one of those times when…
"Do any of you know how to do that whole foil method when factoring?" John asked, pulling out a notebook and pencil from his backpack.
"Yeah. So you have x squared +8x+15=0. You know that you will have two parentheses that will be set equal to zero. So for the first number in each parenthesis, put an x because you can remultiply them to put them back into the original equation. Then, you want to find two numbers that are factors of 15 that add to equal 8. Those numbers are going to be 3 and 5. So you put a three in the first parentheses and the five in the second one. Now, you set each little equation to equal zero, and you get -3 and -5," I explained. The other three just sat there staring at me for a while.
"Danny, did you just explain a meth problem?" Sam asked slowly.
"Yes," I answered just as slowly, confused. Why was everyone giving me such strange looks? And why did Sam just call me Danny?
"But you're no good at math," John said. "But everything you just said made sense."
"It did?" I asked. Now everything was getting even more confusing. I couldn't even remember what I had just said. Wow, this night was getting crazy.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Sam cried suddenly and slapped herself across the face. Apollo, John, and I exchanged worried glances.
"What are you talking about?" Sam yelled back to whomever she was previously yelling at.
"Oh, you know as well as I do what I'm talking about!" Sam replied to the other person.
"Hey, you made me do it," she said back.
"I didn't make you do anything. That was all your choice," Sam snapped.
"Well, I guess I just got caught up in the moment," Sam said back, trying to cool things down.
"Still, I'm not okay with what you were about to do," Sam replied, calming down.
"I understand," she said back, nodding.
"What's going on?" Apollo asked, looking really creep out.
"What do you mean?" Sam asked, seeming totally back to normal.
"This night could not get any weirder," I shook my head. I really don't think it could. And I can honestly say I would not be surprised if a band of ninja ballerina monkeys ran in here right now with light sabers singing Don't Stop Believing.
Cathy's POV
It was dark out, darker than the last time I'd been awake. Darker than the incident with the wolf. I shivered just thinking about it.
It had obviously been a couple of hours and I knew it must've been my turn to go on watch. I wondered when Elton and Chris had switched places, or if they'd even switched places yet. How long had I been asleep?
Before I knew it, I was walking out the back door and onto the grassy field behind our little house. A full moon shone brightly and lit up the surrounding area. No werewolves were getting anywhere near here without us noticing.
"Time for you're shift already?" I jumped a little when I heard the voice. But I turned around to see Chris, one of my best friends in the whole universe, standing behind me, smiling. He looked different in the moonlight, yet so did the rest of the world. I figured I did too. Isn't it funny how a change of setting can do that?
"I really don't know what time it is," I answered.
"Fair enough," Chris said. "It hasn't felt like long since I've been out here. Maybe it's just the way this world looks at night or something."
"This world?" I asked, catching those words.
"We're in another dimension, so this isn't our real world," Chris explained. "But I assume that our world looks like this at night too." I nodded and looked around again.
"So what have you been doing out here?" I asked. "How do you keep watch, I guess?"
"Well, I've been either walking around close by or sitting over by the one random tree that's close to the house and separate from the rest of the forest," Chris answered. I looked at the tree and walked closer to it. I ran my hand down the rough bark and sat down. I motioned Chris to do the same.
"Do you think we'll ever get out?" I asked quietly. "Out of this dimension? Back to our home?"
"Yes. I do," Chris answered just as quiet. "I don't know if we'll figure out how, or the others will. But somehow, some way, we'll get home." We sat in silence for a little while. I started to think about Earth and all the wonderful friends I'd made. I started to think about Danny. But somehow, my thoughts kept floating away from Danny over to Chris.
"Night really seems to transform things," I observed, moving past the topic of home. "I mean, the world just looks completely different."
"It does," Chris agreed. I looked over at him to find him already looking at me. I don't think I've ever noticed how blue his eyes are. I don't know if it was the way the moon was shining on them, but, I really noticed the striking color in Chris' eyes right here.
And I think he felt something similar to what I was feeling because we simultaneously started to lean in closer to each other. I felt my eyes close before I saw his, and just as I could feel our lips about to touch…
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" I heard myself shriek before slapping myself hard across the face. OW! SAM!
"What are you talking about?" I cried back to the angry voice inside my head, rubbing my throbbing cheek.
"Oh, you know as well as I do what I'm talking about!" I snapped, or more like Sam snapped through me.
"Hey, you made me do it," I replied, completely aware now that all of the feelings I'd had all of the sudden for Chris had been Sam's.
"I didn't make you do anything. That was all your choice," I said back.
"Well, I guess I just got caught up in the moment," I answered back honestly. I guess I really had without thinking that I might have been working on Sam's feelings.
"Still, I'm not okay with what you were about to do," I said in reply.
"I understand," I nodded, totally getting what Sam was saying. Then our mental connection broke and it was just me lying on the grass with a good as bruised cheek and Chris sitting there staring at me like I'd grown a third eye.
"Sometimes this whole soul connection thing really makes no sense," I said, nodding.
"I get it," Chris nodded too. I looked back into his eyes again. Had those feelings really only been Sam's?
"So, tired at all?" I asked, ready to change the subject.
"Kind of. You can go back in, though," Chris answered. "I really don't think it's time for you to start your shift yet."
"No. I'll stay here. You look tired," I replied, sitting up next to him again. (Had I really hit myself hard enough to fall over?) "You should sleep. I can take it from here."
"Okay. I won't fight with you. This time," Chris responded. Hm, now that sounded like someone else I knew. I felt Chris brush a loose strand of hair away from my eyes. And while I knew that gesture was definitely characteristic to a certain significant someone else…
"You're hand feels warm," I stated, placing the back of my hand against his forehead. "Wow, you're hot."
"Thanks. So are you," Chris answered.
"I meant temperature wise," I replied.
"I didn't," Chris said in reply before getting up and walking back to the house.
"DANIEL WHAT EVER YOUR MIDDLE NAME IS JACKSON!" I cried. Chris turned around before going into the house and winked at me. Yeah, that's so Danny.
Well, someone eventually had to hit themselves trying to hit the other person. It just had to happen. =)
I'll try to get the next chapter up soon. I promise!
Read on!