Author's Note (Monster): Hello, our lovelies! Sorry for the late post but we had a class reunion today. That basically meant we sat around with the old class somewhere in someone's house for a whole day and I constantly heard: "You're bi? No way. YOU?" and I kept saying: "Yeah, me.", even though my boyfriend was standing right next to me. Enjoy

Gabbi: No, it's not weird. Call me your monster for all I care. I considered you to be seventeen actually which is only a few years younger. Don't worry though, not going to act like you're too young to understand me because when I was thirteen, I hung out with my older brother all the time. God, writing that made me feel empty. Enjoy

Deerflower: Must...resist...to make that happen. No, I won't make it happen. Danny x Johnny is for my new story. Enjoy

Ro: I don't make jokes with anyone but Awoken. All they get, is my snarl. That's how I ironically got the nickname of 'Monster', even though they know nothing about my fanfiction account. Mpreg stories make me cringe because I imagine a baby growing in my you-know-what. no thanks, I'll adopt instead. Enjoy

That Creative One: You couldn't have known I hadn't made it up. Aron and Danny are already floating apart. I'll have to figure out a way to fix them. Enjoy

Airia-Chalk: The cushion was for when I moved into my apartment. I was carrying heavy boxes when I stumbled over a rock and somehow bent my knee the other way for a split second. Don't ask me how that happened but yeah, my doctor has mysterious cures for me. Enjoy

Danny's POV

I believe I have the right to make a request. Could someone make up that sound where you rewind your videotape? I know it's an old sound, but just do it. Great, thank you. Now imagine the sound with these words: let me skip Friday. It was a boring day anyway. I had some people laughing at the cushion around my leg but when I told them what happened, it died down. Aron and I got along again. We pretended I hadn't ditched him to hang out with his enemies, although I was dreading to tell him about Monday's audition. At least he already knew about the party tomorrow. It would be strange without Aron. He was always my wingman at parties.

On Saturday morning I started to panic. I had absolutely nothing to wear for the party. Don't think I was overreacting. My mom was doing the laundry and all of my good clothes, which would make Dylan fall in love with me, were in there. It was frustrating. I refused to wear a normal shirt with my average jeans. I refused. I just had to show up with flare. That was why I went shopping after lunch. I didn't invite Aron because he'd think I was trying to impress someone with it. I went shopping alone. As I dwelled the mall halls, looking for something special, I tried to hide myself when I saw George pass. What was he doing out here alone? Unless he wasn't alone.

"Hi Danny", he grumbled when he appeared next to me. I yelped when I jumped out from behind the plant, then scratched the back of my head awkwardly. "Yep, that plant is definitely dehydrated."

"Were you spying on me?"

"No. I mean. I saw you walking and then I saw this beautiful plant", I grinned like a goof. George rolled his eyes. "Really? Why are you being sneaky? Are you dressing up for a date or something?"

"No. I mean. I wanna get some clothes for the party because all of my good ones are in the laundry", I explained with a sigh.

George rolled his eyes. "Same for me. It's awkward as fuck. I'm just looking for a pants and a clean shirt. That's it."

"I'm looking for a vest and pants", I admitted. "Why don't you join me? We'll go shopping together. Then you can give me an opinion on my clothes. It is a casual party, right?"

My taller friend raised an eyebrow. "That's kinda…gay. Yeah, it's a casual party. I don't expect three hundred people to come in suits and dresses. I heard Dylan invited you. I didn't know you went to parties."

"He told me it was a cozy night with a few friends", I said, my face dropping.

George shrugged. "Let it go. At least he invited you. Anyway, let's go looking for clothes for tonight."

I knew exactly what I had to do to find the perfect outfit. Dylan was straight. He would never fall for me unless I could make him see me as some sort of sexy guy to turn him all the way around and make him fall for me. No, I wouldn't make him a homosexual. I'd make him a Dannysexual. To achieve such a hard task, I'd have to do something else first. I'd have to get a wow-reaction out of the ever-so-straight George. If he thought I looked stunning, then Dylan would too. He'd dump Angie and we'd ride off into the sunset. Or bang in his room. Would I allow him to bang me? I didn't think I would, but then again it would be a miracle for him to want me. First I had to make sure George said 'wow' when I walked out of the dressing room.

The first shop we walked into, wasn't really the perfect one since George got stuck watching the girls' underwear or I'd find him sitting on a chair in the dressing room. He just couldn't find what he wanted in that shop so we went on to the next store.

My new shopping friend quickly found what he wanted. He went with a baggy jeans and a black shirt without sleeves. You'd think it didn't look good on him, but it did. His shirt made his biceps and abs look bulging. If there was one thing I'd always agree with, it was that George was muscled instead of fat. He grinned at me in the attire. "Well? Think the ladies will like me?"

"Don't they already?" I scoffed. "You're George. Just saying your name gets their panties soaked."

George rolled his eyes. "Good one. Seriously, do I look good in this?"

"Stunning", I replied with a wink. "No homo."

He pulled up a corner of his mouth. "Thanks. I'll take it then."

He paid up and left with me. He let out a sigh. "Found the perfect outfit for less than expected. Today was a good day. Now let's find you some clothes."

We dropped in a shop where I put on a white vest and a black dressing pants. I knew I said casual but this was kinda casual. I walked out of the dressing room and struck a pose. "What do you think?"

"It looks good", George said, his lips in a thin line. "Classic outfit."

I didn't want to go for classic. I wanted the 'wow' out of him. He didn't give me one so I didn't listen to his advice and looked for the next outfit. Once again I walked out of the dressing room with my hand in my hip. "What do you think now?"

I wore a black vest with a skinny jeans.

George nodded. "Even better. Not classic but it looks like something you'd wear."

No. Still not aiming for predictable. I was aiming for the wow-reaction, I reminded myself. With a scowl on my face I turned back to the dressing room. "Still not good enough."

"Danny! You change outfits more than Angie!"

"Don't. Talk. About. Angie", I hissed while undressing.

"What's wrong with Angie?"

"Everything."

"Can't argue with that", George mumbled.

I smiled to myself and flashed the curtains open. "What about this outfit.

My friend was leaning his head on his hand, his elbow resting on his knee. His eyebrows shot into the air and his head slowly lifted. "Wha…"

THAT was the wow-reaction. "How do I look?"

"Awesome. It's like a whole new you", George said, his stunned face still not completely dissolved but he managed to make it melt into a natural expression.

I was wearing a white and red checked shirt, buttoned up high enough but not too much. It followed the curves of my sides nicely and accented my broad shoulders and chest. My pants was skinny but completely black and for more effect I ruffled my black hair. "I'll take it."

We left the mall, both happy with our choices. George took out his phone. "Jordon says he loves you."

"What?" I said, disturbed.

My new friend grinned. "I told him I was out shopping with you and he told me to tell you he loves you."

I awed. "Tell my baby I love him too."

"You're the cutest fake couple ever", George said. He put away his phone again and I walked him to his car. "You wanna hitch a ride with me?"

"Sure", I chimed. "I like this fake cute bullshit with Jordon. It makes me feel like I fit in."

"Jordon's always had a spark of fabulousness inside of him. I'm happy he can finally express it with you instead of trying to with Matt", George chuckled.

It was the first time I heard him laugh. It was a pleasant sound to my ears. "Jordon's gay?"

"No. Not at all. If he'd be anything, it would be bi but he isn't. Not that there's anything wrong with a different sexuality. We're really not labeling anything, I think", George stammered but slowly found his confidence again. "We're accepting."

My face must be crimson by the time he had spoken the last words. "Why are you saying that? You don't think I'm…"

"Your feathers are showing, Danny", George murmured. "But don't worry. I won't tell the others I noticed."

"Noticed what? I'm not gay."

"Then why are you so persistent on finding the perfect outfit?"

"Because I wanna hook up with a girl", I complained, lying so badly. The cushion around my leg was there again but I had taken it off to try my clothes on.

George raised an eyebrow. "Come on, Danny. Who's the guy you're trying to hook up with?"

"No. It's not like that. I just. I. Stop", I said. "I'm not gay. I'm straight with a slight curve but I'd never be attracted to any other guy."

"Except?"

I shook my head. "I can't tell you. No way in hell I'd tell you."

"Aron."

"Are you insane?"

"It's ok. You don't have to tell me. You did admit you have a crush on a guy."

I pouted. "I bet you're gonna pull away now. Right when I thought we were getting somewhere near a friendship."

George stopped in his tracks and I turned to him. He put an arm on my shoulder. "We are friends now. And friends keep each other's secrets. I won't tell anyone you might be bi."

Bi? I hadn't even thought about that. True, I thought I was bi. I had to be bi. A weight lifted off of me. George knew about my crush but he didn't judge me for it. Now if only he knew I was crushing on Dylan.

Please Review, they're our heavy fuel. Riddle Me This is coming up tomorrow. Johnny is Danny's supporting friend in this story. What do you think of that?