A/N- Yeah... Sorry it's been a while. I blame it one my recent obsession with the Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit. I went and watched The Hobbit, which is amazing, and I got hooked all over again, so then I had to go read about it on here, where I spent a LOT of time trying to find good LotR friendship fics... Any suggestions about that?
Anywho.
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Record [Poindexter]
He wasn't popular, that was for sure. Everyone knew his name, but he wasn't wanted or sought out. He was an outcast, and he had come to realize that. He didn't like it, didn't accept it, but it was known.
And it drove him to his death.
But, for the record, he didn't blame them. He hated them, but he didn't blame them.
Imagine [Youngblood]
His life had never been prefect; it had rarely been okay, let alone good.
So, he imagined. He would close his eyes and take himself away. He would throw himself into a world where life was good.
Where people cared.
All he had to do was imagine.
Side [Bertrand]
Sure, most thought he was a sidekick, but he knew better.
She may be beautiful now, but she wasn't always. She wasn't always perfect. She broke the same as everyone else, became weak just like everyone else, and he was the only one she willingly allowed to see it.
Even though he didn't get as much credit, he would always be by her side, and he would stay there for as long as she needed him.
Strength [Valerie]
Sam had to give her credit, she was strong.
There was something about giving up something (someone- why'd she hurt him? Why him?) for what was believed to be the greater good that spoke of strength, and she respected that.
But she knew that strength too. She had given up just as much, fought just as much, hurt just as much, and while she respected her for her strength, she hated her for it too.
Truth [Sam]
She saw it in his eyes, she always could.
She could always tell when he lied to her.
But she could also see the darkness that lingered in his eyes, feel the trembling in his body from phantom pains, and she didn't know if she wanted the truth.
Why [Lance Thunder]
It was happening again! These ghosts, they were taking over the town! And, while everyone else was hiding for their lives, he was supposed to be reporting this?!
Why? Why did he ever want to be a reporter?
Flat line [Danny]
Blue eyes closed, weak limbs went limp, already pale skin lost all color.
The monitor beside the bed gave one single, unending note, the image on the screen reading a flat green line.
There was no flashing rings of white light, no muttered words of transformation, no sign that the flat line would ever, ever change.
Slowly, slowly, a different form took shape. White hair, glowing green eyes, a figure as familiar as the sight in the mirror take shape above the motionless body.
But, the flat line never changed.
Library [Jazz]
It was calm here, quiet. She needed it, of course, this calm, just like Danny needed the stars and Sam needed her poetry.
But, she had changed. Instead of getting old classics that took her into a world where she would never be, she cracked open theory and texts about the afterlife. She spent her time here not escaping the world she had willingly entered, but immersing herself farther.
Serendipity [Tucker]
When he looked back on it, he would call himself lucky. He would smile at the memories, nudge his still-best friend in the ribs and joke about something stupid they had done so many years ago.
But, when he really thought about it, it wasn't the adventures that made him lucky, it was the friends he had made and the lessons he had learned.
He seemed to be lucky throughout his entire life, even when no one thought it until years and years later.
Close
To someone on the outside, they would appear to be two friends who were just a little bit closer than what was normal in people their age.
The people on the outside didn't see it.
They didn't the bond between them. They couldn't know about the nights spent talking because of the nightmares, the countless times they had helped the other hide an injury, the tears that the other had seen because they were the only ones allowed to see. They wouldn't know about the dark secrets that they had told, the stories that they would never share.
They would see two close friends, and they would be blind to friends who were closer than brothers.
Fights
Sam would always be the one to snap first, her temper so short and exploding in a blazing hot flame of angry eyes and shouted accusations. Danny would stare blankly, responding matter-of-factly until something was said that pushed him over the edge, and that is when his anger would flare, all glaring, glowing eyes and growled words.
But, after all the anger, they threw as much passion into their make-ups as they did their fights.
Flowers
Sam had always liked flowers, if only because they reminded her that there was still beauty if you knew where to look for it.
What'd you think?
Hmmm.
A color and a character.