Walking Into It
"Hey Danny, I need your help."
"Sure Tuck, anything to get you out of this mood you've got going on." Danny said, wrinkling his nose in disgust. It was true. Tucker had been as conversational as a peanut, and as lucky as that was, hadn't refrained from commenting on Danny's previous battles.
All which had consisted of Danny's butt being kicked.
"It's about a girl…"
"Never mind. Go talk to Sam about it." Danny turned his friend around and pushed him towards the general direction of Sam's house, then turned and walked towards his own. Tucker's steps echoed after his as he ran to catch up.
"I can't." Weird. He sounded almost nervous.
"Why?"
"Have you ever thought someone was pretty?"
"...."
"Okay, that was too general. Paulina would fit in that category, for every teenage boy." Tucker admitted.
"Have you ever thought someone was pretty, smart, and practically perfect for you?" Danny paused, his step slowing. Tucker waited alongside.
"Well, I guess, yeah…"
"Who?" Tucker asked enthusiastically. Danny grimaced.
"Uhh…Paulina?" Tucker scowled.
"Okay, okay, how about Valerie?" Tucker looked frustrated now.
"I mean currently. Get over her Danny, you're like your mother's green eggs and ham to Val. What about right now?"
Danny paused, then turned a brilliant shade of crimson. He missed Tucker's smirk.
"W-W-Why are you asking stuff like that Tuck? I thought this was about you!!!" Danny stammered.
Tucker started sulking.
"Well, you see, there's this girl…but I don't know whether I should-"
"Is she cute?"
"Well yeah…"
"Is she smart?"
"Totally."
"I'd say she's out of your league."
"…Thanks man. Just thanks." Tucker turned and headed in the opposite direction, but Danny pulled him back, laughing.
"Tucker, I was joking! If you like her all that much, then I say go for it! I mean, I'm not one to talk-"
"That's for sure." Came the muttered reply.
"-But, you've got nothing to lose!" Danny said, glaring sharply. Tucker smiled.
"She is really pretty…"
"I bet."
"She is really smart too…but not overly so."
"You're getting me curious."
"And she's got this silky black hair…"
"Interesting…"
"And these amazingly vivid eyes…"
"You don't say…"
"And they really sparkle when she's talking about something she's passionate about…"
"Uh-huh…." Danny nodded thoughtfully. He seemed totally immersed and enchanted as he pictured something.
"And you could get lost in her perfume…it's such a sweet combination of lavender and lilacs, her favorite flowers…"
"Yeah, it is…" And then something in his mind went,
'SCRRRRRREEEEEEEEEECCCCCCCCHHHHHH' and production time closed down.
"WAIT, WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!" Danny yelled, taking Tucker and shaking him.
Tucker looked at him in alarm, then sheepishly.
"Uh, well, that girl, you know the one I like? She's, uh, kinda, Sam."
"WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!"
"What, you haven't noticed how pretty she is?"
"Well, it's not that I haven't-"
"And how her eyes are so expressive?"
"Well, yeah, but-"
"So you don't agree that she's totally hot?"
"TUCKER!" Danny slapped a hand over his friend's mouth, glaring at him so angrily that his eyes went green.
"We. Don't. Talk. About. Friends. Like. That." Danny spat. Tucker stared wide-eyed. Danny released him, but he pressed on.
"Why not?" Danny turned and started walking again.
"It, like, violates the friend code! I don't know, it's just wrong!" He shuddered violently.
"So because she's a friend, I suddenly can't ask her out?!" Danny stopped, but didn't turn around.
"I mean, so what? If we knew each other before, I can't actually look at her that way?" Danny didn't turn around.
"Cuz if you ask me dude, that's just a bunch of-"
"I get it." Danny said softly. Tucker stopped mid-rant.
"Get what?" He asked suspiciously.
"Just because you guys are friends doesn't mean you can't ask her out. That was a stupid thing for me to say." Tucker nodded.
"But Tuck…"
"Yeah dude?" He turned around slowly and took Tucker by the shoulders. His face was deadly serious, and Tucker paled underneath his death grip.
"If you dare hurt Sam, I'll kill you, best friends or not. And then I'll toss you into the ghost zone." Tucker didn't doubt it. As if to seal the deal, Danny's eyes flashed green again. Then he turned and briskly started walking again, as if to say "discussion closed".
"Well actually dude, I don't think I'm gonna do it." That must've been the third time Danny stopped abruptly. He turned to Tucker, eye twitching. Tucker grimaced.
"You're not asking her out." A statement.
"No, actually. I don't think she's interested or anything. Besides, there's plenty of other lovely lady fishes in the wide open seas, and something tells me I've got a rod and bait all ready for some good old fashioned fishing." Danny's eyes twitched once more.
"Seriously."
"One hundred percent."
Danny turned once more and started walking, pounding welts into the ground with every step.
"Uh, but dude,"
"WHAT?!" Danny snapped, spinning around for the last time, up close and personal. Tucker actually showed some backbone for once. He smirked at Danny and said clearly,
"You totally walked yourself into that one." And then he turned, whistling, off in the direction of Sam's house. Danny sank down to the sidewalk after staring at Tucker's departing back.
"What just happened?" He asked softly, completely confused.
"What the heck just happened?!"
I think this popped up from a fanfiction I read a long time ago. Where the best friend pretended to be interested in the girl to get the guy to admit his feelings. But it was for another show, so I thought it was okay to tweak the idea a little bit. I love a confuzzled Danny! Don't you?!?!?!?!?! XD
(A very sadistic) Artgirl4!
