To 2001!
By Skye Rocket
Chapter 22
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I make no money. How sad is that??
Hey homeskillets! What's up?? Right now, I am in the car, waiting for my mom and dad to find a way to navigate our way out of Washington DC, where we were on vacation. Grr. What went wrong?? Let's see, shall we?
First, on our way here, in Columbus Ohio, my dad got a fever and had a big red mark on his leg, so he had to go to the doctor. Next, my brother yelled at me for making numerous lists of who I thought were 'hotties' (Ben Affleck, Josh Hartnett, Ewan McGregor, etc.)
Then we got to our hotel, and the next day, we got lost when trying to navigate the subway system. And then.remember that spot I told you about on my dad's leg? It turned out it was infected, and my mom had to take him to the emergency room at eleven, leaving my brother and I to stay in the hotel room to watch Conan O'Brien. So then, he had an infected spider bite and had to stay in the hospital for three days.
I have a blister on each of my feet. I had to share a bed with my brother, who, last night, became convinced his new stuffed toy snake is (I kid you not. God help me.) a Communist! Oh, did I mention that on accident, my mom kicked our doorstop and BROKE HER TOE!
This is the best vacation ever. ^__^
STILL MORE DANNY AND SKYE-NESS IN THIS CHAPTER! Hurrah! ****** Danny let go of me from our embrace, and the two of us rushed down the hall. Allen was in the kitchen, holding a can opener and a can of pineapple. Blood gushed from his index finger, and he wailed in panic.
"Auuuuuuugh!" Allen screamed. Danny hit the floor in a dead faint upon seeing the blood seeping from a long cut in Allen's finger. I couldn't help it, I lost control too.
Now I was screaming along with my kid brother, who was waving his hand in the air. Danny still lay on the floor in a dead faint, and blood trickled from a new wound on his forehead where he had hit his head on the edge of our table.
Rafe and Evelyn tumbled down the hall, Evelyn in a silk set of pajamas that my brother had found for her, and Rafe with no shirt. I didn't have time to wonder what they had been doing during this whole mess. I turned to Evelyn, my mouth agape and my eyes bugging out from my skull.
"Evelyn! You're a nurse, right?" I screamed, in between pants. Evelyn bobbed her head frantically. "Fix Allen's finger! FIX IT! Rafe, you help! I'll take care of Danny!" Allen was still screaming and gripping the can and the deadly weapon (can opener, silly) for dear life. Evelyn took them from him and she and Rafe ushered him down the hall.
My heart was racing, and I was alone with Danny in the kitchen. He lay on the floor and I wanted to go over and pour cold water all over him. But I didn't want to give him a heart attack. Especially after he had been so nice to me and kissed me.
I darted down the hall to my room, passing the bathroom where Allen had calmed down and now was singing 'I've Got A Lovely Bunch of Coconuts' as Evelyn and Rafe bandaged his hand. Rafe was wrapping it up like a mummy, as Evelyn tried to explain to him that it wasn't quite as bad as he (Rafe) was making it out to be. I sighed and shook my head.
I looked on top of my dresser and found a spray bottle that I usually filled with water and sprayed on my hair to make it easier to style. I had never revived a guy who had fainted with it before, though. I walked as quickly as possible into my parent's bathroom where I could fill it up without shoving Allen off of the sink and making him cry. Which might be fun, but I had more pressing work.
When it was full of cold, clear water, I turned the knob on the faucet quickly. I swished past the bathroom, where the two 'doctors' were now trying to chop off the cast that Rafe had inadvertently made. Danny still lay on the floor, out cold. I paused for a second. Maybe I should just let him lay there? I didn't want to make him mad because his head hurt after I woke him up.
I knelt to his side and let out the breath I hadn't realized I had been holding in. I shook away any feelings of guilt that remained. Lightly, I pulled the trigger on the bottle, lightly spritzing his face. I brushed the now-wet hair off of his forehead. I patted his head softly and sprayed his again.
His eyes blinked open after a second and his face split into that cute little lopsided grin that I liked so much. I sighed in relief.
"Hey," Danny whispered, looking and sounding weak.
"Hi! I was wondering if you were all right," I admitted, still patting his hair in a weird, protective gesture. His smile widened upon his lips.
"What happened?" Danny asked, his hand on my back. I smiled weakly.
"You fainted, sweetie. You saw how bloody Allen's finger was. Then you hit your head on the table and cut it open. I was so worried," I comforted sympathetically. Danny blushed, but his smile didn't fade.
"I'm really sorry. I just don't like blood much. I don't mean to be such a bother. Hold on." Danny struggled to get to his feet, but slumped back down, shoulders resting on my knees.
"You might have hurt yourself worse than I thought," I said sternly, my hand holding him down. "Stay here; I'll be right back." I sighed. I was no nurse, but ever since Danny had walked in my parents' room after.well, you know, he had been wary of having contact with Evelyn or even Rafe for that matter.
I really hoped that their friendship wouldn't be totally devastated after this. I couldn't help but feel sort of guilty, even though I really hadn't told Rafe to do what he had done. I walked into the bathroom, where Rafe was now being taught how to use medical equipment, and unfortunately, having Allen be the test dummy. I plucked some alcohol and Band-Aids out of the first aid kit that Mom kept in the medicine cabinet. I grabbed a packet of cotton balls off the shelf and promptly left.
When I got back down the hall, Danny had managed to sit himself up against the fridge. I sat down in front of him and unscrewed the bottle of alcohol and doused a cotton ball with it. Danny's eyes were closed and his mouth ever so slightly opened. I shoved the thoughts away for now and turned my attention back to what I was doing.
"All righty," I said with a soft sigh. "This might hurt. I won't lie to you. But here, you can knock the crap outta me if I hurt you too much. Within reason, of course." I looped my fingers through his. I dabbed the cotton/alcohol on the slice through his forehead. I gritted his teeth, obviously trying to be brave.
I kept patting at it with the cotton, and his grip on my hand tightened, until he was whining.
"God, Skye!" Danny shouted. "That hurts!" I leaned in and blew on the cut for about twenty seconds. His grip relaxed, but he didn't let go right away. I blushed and helped him to his feet. My cheeks were obviously flushed red, and they were burning.
I helped him into a chair and tried to look nonchalant by brushing a few nonexistent hairs from my face. Bad move. Danny peered at me.
"Can I ask you something?" he asked as I put a Band-Aid on the cut.
"You just did."
"Seriously, Skye."
"About what?" I asked, although I knew exactly about what he wanted to ask me.
"Us, Skye! I want to ask you about us."
"Uh.shoot?" I said, but it was more of a question than a reply. I couldn't help but feel that I had lost my edge. Danny beckoned for me to sit across from him. Once I had sat, I looked back at him. "What is it?"
"Do you regret, um, us kissing? Was it bad for me to kiss you?" Man, Danny was direct. Normally he seemed so shy, and I knew he was. Maybe he was just trying to regain some confidence after fainting at the sight of blood. He was at Pearl Harbor, for crying out loud!
His question hit me like a box of rocks. I laughed nervously, of course, sounding like a complete idiot. Who's to say I wasn't at that point? I had seen cowboys in waffle irons, a huge fight, time travel, being criticized for my mashed potatoes and of course, being locked in a pool. Not to mention that drink fight at Sombreros.
But why was it that this whole kissing thing was the thing that surprised me the most? Out of all the things that had been happening around here, why was my love life what troubled me most? Was I selfish?
"Err." I was helpless. It was a double-edged sword. If I said yes, he'd feel so hurt. I mean, he had already lost Evelyn, apparently. If I said no, we'd get involved, and when the inevitable came (Danny leaving for the forties again), I'd get my heart smashed to pieces.
"Is that a yes or a no?" Danny asked, a cocky grin on his cute face. Ugh, here I go again.
"No," I said after a few seconds of hesitation. I let out a half sigh, half giggle. "No, Danny. I don't regret us kissing. I'm in like with you, and I don't want it to change. Also, I think you're my best friend. Why would I regret kissing you?" I admitted, placing a hand on his hand. He lifted it and kissed it softly.
"Neither do I." But just then, Rafe ran down the hall. I snatched my hand back.
"Skye, can I talk to you a sec?" Rafe asked. I shrugged.
"Sure, hombre," I agreed. I followed him down the hall to his room. He closed the door.
"I want to ask you something," Rafe began.
"Yeah?"
"Should I ask Evelyn to marry me?" he asked seriously. My jaw went ajar.
"Are you serious?!" I shrieked as quietly as possible, flailing my arms. Marriage? Rafe and Evelyn?
"Sure am. What do you think?"
"I think.do you love her, Rafe?" I said finally. Rafe bobbed his head.
"Yes. More than life itself."
"Then that's your answer. If you love someone, go for it. Assuming they love you back," I added thoughtfully. Rafe flashed me a bright smile and hugged me tightly.
"Hey, do you wanna see if Danny and Evelyn and Allen want to go water skiing?" he asked brightly.
"Ahhhhhhh!" I screamed, running from the room.
**** Hahahahaha. Oh, how I amuse myself. Well, knowing that I might get to our hotel at midnight, I might not get this posted too soon. But it's okay with me. At least I got it done, right?
See Ya Later, Alligator, After Awhile, Crocodile! Skye Rocket
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I make no money. How sad is that??
Hey homeskillets! What's up?? Right now, I am in the car, waiting for my mom and dad to find a way to navigate our way out of Washington DC, where we were on vacation. Grr. What went wrong?? Let's see, shall we?
First, on our way here, in Columbus Ohio, my dad got a fever and had a big red mark on his leg, so he had to go to the doctor. Next, my brother yelled at me for making numerous lists of who I thought were 'hotties' (Ben Affleck, Josh Hartnett, Ewan McGregor, etc.)
Then we got to our hotel, and the next day, we got lost when trying to navigate the subway system. And then.remember that spot I told you about on my dad's leg? It turned out it was infected, and my mom had to take him to the emergency room at eleven, leaving my brother and I to stay in the hotel room to watch Conan O'Brien. So then, he had an infected spider bite and had to stay in the hospital for three days.
I have a blister on each of my feet. I had to share a bed with my brother, who, last night, became convinced his new stuffed toy snake is (I kid you not. God help me.) a Communist! Oh, did I mention that on accident, my mom kicked our doorstop and BROKE HER TOE!
This is the best vacation ever. ^__^
STILL MORE DANNY AND SKYE-NESS IN THIS CHAPTER! Hurrah! ****** Danny let go of me from our embrace, and the two of us rushed down the hall. Allen was in the kitchen, holding a can opener and a can of pineapple. Blood gushed from his index finger, and he wailed in panic.
"Auuuuuuugh!" Allen screamed. Danny hit the floor in a dead faint upon seeing the blood seeping from a long cut in Allen's finger. I couldn't help it, I lost control too.
Now I was screaming along with my kid brother, who was waving his hand in the air. Danny still lay on the floor in a dead faint, and blood trickled from a new wound on his forehead where he had hit his head on the edge of our table.
Rafe and Evelyn tumbled down the hall, Evelyn in a silk set of pajamas that my brother had found for her, and Rafe with no shirt. I didn't have time to wonder what they had been doing during this whole mess. I turned to Evelyn, my mouth agape and my eyes bugging out from my skull.
"Evelyn! You're a nurse, right?" I screamed, in between pants. Evelyn bobbed her head frantically. "Fix Allen's finger! FIX IT! Rafe, you help! I'll take care of Danny!" Allen was still screaming and gripping the can and the deadly weapon (can opener, silly) for dear life. Evelyn took them from him and she and Rafe ushered him down the hall.
My heart was racing, and I was alone with Danny in the kitchen. He lay on the floor and I wanted to go over and pour cold water all over him. But I didn't want to give him a heart attack. Especially after he had been so nice to me and kissed me.
I darted down the hall to my room, passing the bathroom where Allen had calmed down and now was singing 'I've Got A Lovely Bunch of Coconuts' as Evelyn and Rafe bandaged his hand. Rafe was wrapping it up like a mummy, as Evelyn tried to explain to him that it wasn't quite as bad as he (Rafe) was making it out to be. I sighed and shook my head.
I looked on top of my dresser and found a spray bottle that I usually filled with water and sprayed on my hair to make it easier to style. I had never revived a guy who had fainted with it before, though. I walked as quickly as possible into my parent's bathroom where I could fill it up without shoving Allen off of the sink and making him cry. Which might be fun, but I had more pressing work.
When it was full of cold, clear water, I turned the knob on the faucet quickly. I swished past the bathroom, where the two 'doctors' were now trying to chop off the cast that Rafe had inadvertently made. Danny still lay on the floor, out cold. I paused for a second. Maybe I should just let him lay there? I didn't want to make him mad because his head hurt after I woke him up.
I knelt to his side and let out the breath I hadn't realized I had been holding in. I shook away any feelings of guilt that remained. Lightly, I pulled the trigger on the bottle, lightly spritzing his face. I brushed the now-wet hair off of his forehead. I patted his head softly and sprayed his again.
His eyes blinked open after a second and his face split into that cute little lopsided grin that I liked so much. I sighed in relief.
"Hey," Danny whispered, looking and sounding weak.
"Hi! I was wondering if you were all right," I admitted, still patting his hair in a weird, protective gesture. His smile widened upon his lips.
"What happened?" Danny asked, his hand on my back. I smiled weakly.
"You fainted, sweetie. You saw how bloody Allen's finger was. Then you hit your head on the table and cut it open. I was so worried," I comforted sympathetically. Danny blushed, but his smile didn't fade.
"I'm really sorry. I just don't like blood much. I don't mean to be such a bother. Hold on." Danny struggled to get to his feet, but slumped back down, shoulders resting on my knees.
"You might have hurt yourself worse than I thought," I said sternly, my hand holding him down. "Stay here; I'll be right back." I sighed. I was no nurse, but ever since Danny had walked in my parents' room after.well, you know, he had been wary of having contact with Evelyn or even Rafe for that matter.
I really hoped that their friendship wouldn't be totally devastated after this. I couldn't help but feel sort of guilty, even though I really hadn't told Rafe to do what he had done. I walked into the bathroom, where Rafe was now being taught how to use medical equipment, and unfortunately, having Allen be the test dummy. I plucked some alcohol and Band-Aids out of the first aid kit that Mom kept in the medicine cabinet. I grabbed a packet of cotton balls off the shelf and promptly left.
When I got back down the hall, Danny had managed to sit himself up against the fridge. I sat down in front of him and unscrewed the bottle of alcohol and doused a cotton ball with it. Danny's eyes were closed and his mouth ever so slightly opened. I shoved the thoughts away for now and turned my attention back to what I was doing.
"All righty," I said with a soft sigh. "This might hurt. I won't lie to you. But here, you can knock the crap outta me if I hurt you too much. Within reason, of course." I looped my fingers through his. I dabbed the cotton/alcohol on the slice through his forehead. I gritted his teeth, obviously trying to be brave.
I kept patting at it with the cotton, and his grip on my hand tightened, until he was whining.
"God, Skye!" Danny shouted. "That hurts!" I leaned in and blew on the cut for about twenty seconds. His grip relaxed, but he didn't let go right away. I blushed and helped him to his feet. My cheeks were obviously flushed red, and they were burning.
I helped him into a chair and tried to look nonchalant by brushing a few nonexistent hairs from my face. Bad move. Danny peered at me.
"Can I ask you something?" he asked as I put a Band-Aid on the cut.
"You just did."
"Seriously, Skye."
"About what?" I asked, although I knew exactly about what he wanted to ask me.
"Us, Skye! I want to ask you about us."
"Uh.shoot?" I said, but it was more of a question than a reply. I couldn't help but feel that I had lost my edge. Danny beckoned for me to sit across from him. Once I had sat, I looked back at him. "What is it?"
"Do you regret, um, us kissing? Was it bad for me to kiss you?" Man, Danny was direct. Normally he seemed so shy, and I knew he was. Maybe he was just trying to regain some confidence after fainting at the sight of blood. He was at Pearl Harbor, for crying out loud!
His question hit me like a box of rocks. I laughed nervously, of course, sounding like a complete idiot. Who's to say I wasn't at that point? I had seen cowboys in waffle irons, a huge fight, time travel, being criticized for my mashed potatoes and of course, being locked in a pool. Not to mention that drink fight at Sombreros.
But why was it that this whole kissing thing was the thing that surprised me the most? Out of all the things that had been happening around here, why was my love life what troubled me most? Was I selfish?
"Err." I was helpless. It was a double-edged sword. If I said yes, he'd feel so hurt. I mean, he had already lost Evelyn, apparently. If I said no, we'd get involved, and when the inevitable came (Danny leaving for the forties again), I'd get my heart smashed to pieces.
"Is that a yes or a no?" Danny asked, a cocky grin on his cute face. Ugh, here I go again.
"No," I said after a few seconds of hesitation. I let out a half sigh, half giggle. "No, Danny. I don't regret us kissing. I'm in like with you, and I don't want it to change. Also, I think you're my best friend. Why would I regret kissing you?" I admitted, placing a hand on his hand. He lifted it and kissed it softly.
"Neither do I." But just then, Rafe ran down the hall. I snatched my hand back.
"Skye, can I talk to you a sec?" Rafe asked. I shrugged.
"Sure, hombre," I agreed. I followed him down the hall to his room. He closed the door.
"I want to ask you something," Rafe began.
"Yeah?"
"Should I ask Evelyn to marry me?" he asked seriously. My jaw went ajar.
"Are you serious?!" I shrieked as quietly as possible, flailing my arms. Marriage? Rafe and Evelyn?
"Sure am. What do you think?"
"I think.do you love her, Rafe?" I said finally. Rafe bobbed his head.
"Yes. More than life itself."
"Then that's your answer. If you love someone, go for it. Assuming they love you back," I added thoughtfully. Rafe flashed me a bright smile and hugged me tightly.
"Hey, do you wanna see if Danny and Evelyn and Allen want to go water skiing?" he asked brightly.
"Ahhhhhhh!" I screamed, running from the room.
**** Hahahahaha. Oh, how I amuse myself. Well, knowing that I might get to our hotel at midnight, I might not get this posted too soon. But it's okay with me. At least I got it done, right?
See Ya Later, Alligator, After Awhile, Crocodile! Skye Rocket