To 2001!
By Skye Rocket
Chapter 23
Disclaimer: I don't own or claim to own Pearl Harbor, Danny, Rafe, Evelyn, or other forms of media, products, etc. Thanks.
A/N: I am still driving in our vacation from Hell. We've just discovered that we need to replace a tire. SEND A PLANE AND PICK ME UP!
--------- I lay on my back, legs draped over the arm of our plaid sofa. I had a wet rag over my eyes and was singing little snippets of songs, just whatever popped into my head. 'Pollyanna' played idly on the television set, but no one really paid much attention to it.
Rafe and Evelyn sat in the middle of the floor, and the last I saw (AKA before I got my migraine headache), they were half-paying attention to a game of Uno. Danny was sitting next to me on the floor and sketching little designs on the back of an envelope. Allen was the only one who looked amused in the least little bit. He was using some hair gel he had retrieved from my dresser to style his hair into odd hairstyles that of course, no sane person would wear in a public place.
I softly massaged my temples. My head was throbbing crazily, and I knew singing wasn't the best thing I could do. But I was bored out of my skull; what else could I do? I squished my eyes shut and removed the rag. I handed it to Danny, who dipped it into the bowl of water he had carried into the living room when I had moaned about my headache.
Softly, I put it back over my eyes and tried to relax. I couldn't do it; so all I did was lie there and feel very sorry for myself, waiting for the medicine I had taken to take effect. I sighed softly, which made my head throb wildly.
"What do you guys want to do?" Allen chirped. I shrugged my shoulders, very bored, and my head a sea of agony. I shrugged it off and decided to ignore it.
"Rafe, can I mess with your hair?" I asked, removing the rag again and setting it in the bowl that was sitting on the end table. Rafe froze, and Evelyn laughed, setting her cards down.
"Excuse me, ma'am?" Rafe croaked out. I flashed him a small grin.
"I dunno. I can do any kind of hair style!" I assured him.
"Come on, darling," Evelyn said with a small laugh. "Just let her. It'll be fun!" She clapped her hands as she said these words. Rafe grinned at the new attention.
That was the difference between Rafe and Danny. Danny was shy. If he had all of that attention focused on him, he'd blush and sputter. Rafe relished in attention. It also made him a bit of a show off. Okay, I lied. It made Rafe a natural born performer. He was loud and proud, and very stubborn, but only if someone other than Evelyn was suggesting he do something.
I suppose he had a weakness for Evelyn, like I had for funnel cakes. But when you think about it, it really isn't the same at all. Rafe would give in at the slightest pressure from her. That must have been the reason he let me.
"All right, I'll let her, Ev," Rafe finally sighed reluctantly. He turned to me and, again announced that he would let me. I clapped my hands and scrambled to my feet. I walked to my room and looked through my vanity for a spray bottle of gel and some teeny hair ties. I knew exactly what I wanted to do to Rafe. Maybe he'd like it.
Grabbing a comb, I walked back down the hall. I sat on the sofa and Rafe sat in front of me on the floor, back resting on my shins. I turned his head back to me so I could see his hair and face better. I turned him back around and began putting his semi-short hair into short, spiky ponytails that poked up into the air.
Allen giggled upon seeing Rafe having ponytails put in. After each strand of hair was put into place, I doused them all in gel. After two minutes, like the bottle said, the gel had dried. I undid each tail and they stood straight up. I combed them out so they stood in long spikes.
Everyone laughed, except Rafe, who still wasn't sure he liked having me do his hair when he couldn't even see what I had done. Allen ran for the camera and snapped off four or five pictures. Danny cracked a faint smile. Evelyn kissed Rafe on the cheek and they both laughed to themselves.
Danny stared at them, surprised and sad. I had thought he was over this fact, that they were in love, but as I usually was, this was wrong. I knew he'd hit the room when he learned that Rafe was going to propose sometime (AKA when he got up the guts to do it).
I placed a hand on his shoulder, hoping to comfort him. Danny sighed sadly. Just then, the phone rang.
"I'll get it!" Allen screamed at the top of his lungs. He stampeded into the kitchen and ripped the phone from the holder and flicked it on. "Hey, dude. Oh, okay. Cool! Hold on!" Allen turned to me. "Can I go see Carl?" I shrugged.
"Fine. Will they pick you up?" I asked. Allen relayed my question to Carl. He bobbed his head. "Okay. You may go. Now go pack and then wait for them." Allen said goodbye and skittered down the hall.
"Hey, let's go for a walk," Evelyn said to Rafe. Rafe nodded.
"See you later," Danny grumbled. I could see why he might have been angry. His supposed 'girlfriend' hadn't officially broken up with him yet. And right now, Rafe didn't act like much of a best friend.
Allen ran down the stairs with his backpack heavy with clothes and out the door. Evelyn and Rafe followed him quickly, grasping hands. I flopped onto the couch again like a dead fish. Danny emerged from the kitchen, an apple in his hand.
"What up, dude?" I asked. Danny expressed a blank look of confusion. I smiled faintly. "How's it going?" His face fell.
"What happened to me and Evelyn?" he asked, not acting like I had said anything. "I thought that she loved me! Maybe she felt sorry for me. Who could ever love me?" Danny said flatly, in a rhetorical question. I beckoned for him to sit by me.
"Anyone who wouldn't love you is stupid," I thought out loud. "Don't you worry about her. She's got Rafe. Rafe is your best friend, right? But she picked him. You should live with that," I added.
Danny's face crumpled. A tear fell from each eye. I wanted to scream. Not only had I insulted him, I had *made him cry.* If that wasn't my ticket to join the Dark Side, I don't know what was. Although, I had never actually rewound a videotape when I returned it to the video rental place. Oh, that's the part to focus on, you idiot.
He avoided my eyes and brushed away his tears on the back of his hand. But it didn't help. They kept coming. Why me? Yup, I am the ultimate evil person. Why on the earth did I DO that? I screamed to myself.
I slid over to him and pulled him into my arms. His tears leaked onto my peasant blouse's sleeve. Again, I found myself petting his hair.
"Danny," I said softly. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it. I wasn't thinking. I'm an idiot. Please, please don't cry." I whispered these words so quietly into his ear I couldn't hear them myself. Danny nestled his head into my shoulder. I kissed his forehead softly. God, why was I such a stupid fool.
"It's okay," Danny replied, voice muffled by my shoulder.
But just then, Lionel interrupted us, as usual.
**** Ahhhh! He's BACK! LOL. Hopefully, that'll be enough Danny/Skye for ya. Hope you liked it. Thanks for reading.
From the Sleepiest, Skye Rocket
Disclaimer: I don't own or claim to own Pearl Harbor, Danny, Rafe, Evelyn, or other forms of media, products, etc. Thanks.
A/N: I am still driving in our vacation from Hell. We've just discovered that we need to replace a tire. SEND A PLANE AND PICK ME UP!
--------- I lay on my back, legs draped over the arm of our plaid sofa. I had a wet rag over my eyes and was singing little snippets of songs, just whatever popped into my head. 'Pollyanna' played idly on the television set, but no one really paid much attention to it.
Rafe and Evelyn sat in the middle of the floor, and the last I saw (AKA before I got my migraine headache), they were half-paying attention to a game of Uno. Danny was sitting next to me on the floor and sketching little designs on the back of an envelope. Allen was the only one who looked amused in the least little bit. He was using some hair gel he had retrieved from my dresser to style his hair into odd hairstyles that of course, no sane person would wear in a public place.
I softly massaged my temples. My head was throbbing crazily, and I knew singing wasn't the best thing I could do. But I was bored out of my skull; what else could I do? I squished my eyes shut and removed the rag. I handed it to Danny, who dipped it into the bowl of water he had carried into the living room when I had moaned about my headache.
Softly, I put it back over my eyes and tried to relax. I couldn't do it; so all I did was lie there and feel very sorry for myself, waiting for the medicine I had taken to take effect. I sighed softly, which made my head throb wildly.
"What do you guys want to do?" Allen chirped. I shrugged my shoulders, very bored, and my head a sea of agony. I shrugged it off and decided to ignore it.
"Rafe, can I mess with your hair?" I asked, removing the rag again and setting it in the bowl that was sitting on the end table. Rafe froze, and Evelyn laughed, setting her cards down.
"Excuse me, ma'am?" Rafe croaked out. I flashed him a small grin.
"I dunno. I can do any kind of hair style!" I assured him.
"Come on, darling," Evelyn said with a small laugh. "Just let her. It'll be fun!" She clapped her hands as she said these words. Rafe grinned at the new attention.
That was the difference between Rafe and Danny. Danny was shy. If he had all of that attention focused on him, he'd blush and sputter. Rafe relished in attention. It also made him a bit of a show off. Okay, I lied. It made Rafe a natural born performer. He was loud and proud, and very stubborn, but only if someone other than Evelyn was suggesting he do something.
I suppose he had a weakness for Evelyn, like I had for funnel cakes. But when you think about it, it really isn't the same at all. Rafe would give in at the slightest pressure from her. That must have been the reason he let me.
"All right, I'll let her, Ev," Rafe finally sighed reluctantly. He turned to me and, again announced that he would let me. I clapped my hands and scrambled to my feet. I walked to my room and looked through my vanity for a spray bottle of gel and some teeny hair ties. I knew exactly what I wanted to do to Rafe. Maybe he'd like it.
Grabbing a comb, I walked back down the hall. I sat on the sofa and Rafe sat in front of me on the floor, back resting on my shins. I turned his head back to me so I could see his hair and face better. I turned him back around and began putting his semi-short hair into short, spiky ponytails that poked up into the air.
Allen giggled upon seeing Rafe having ponytails put in. After each strand of hair was put into place, I doused them all in gel. After two minutes, like the bottle said, the gel had dried. I undid each tail and they stood straight up. I combed them out so they stood in long spikes.
Everyone laughed, except Rafe, who still wasn't sure he liked having me do his hair when he couldn't even see what I had done. Allen ran for the camera and snapped off four or five pictures. Danny cracked a faint smile. Evelyn kissed Rafe on the cheek and they both laughed to themselves.
Danny stared at them, surprised and sad. I had thought he was over this fact, that they were in love, but as I usually was, this was wrong. I knew he'd hit the room when he learned that Rafe was going to propose sometime (AKA when he got up the guts to do it).
I placed a hand on his shoulder, hoping to comfort him. Danny sighed sadly. Just then, the phone rang.
"I'll get it!" Allen screamed at the top of his lungs. He stampeded into the kitchen and ripped the phone from the holder and flicked it on. "Hey, dude. Oh, okay. Cool! Hold on!" Allen turned to me. "Can I go see Carl?" I shrugged.
"Fine. Will they pick you up?" I asked. Allen relayed my question to Carl. He bobbed his head. "Okay. You may go. Now go pack and then wait for them." Allen said goodbye and skittered down the hall.
"Hey, let's go for a walk," Evelyn said to Rafe. Rafe nodded.
"See you later," Danny grumbled. I could see why he might have been angry. His supposed 'girlfriend' hadn't officially broken up with him yet. And right now, Rafe didn't act like much of a best friend.
Allen ran down the stairs with his backpack heavy with clothes and out the door. Evelyn and Rafe followed him quickly, grasping hands. I flopped onto the couch again like a dead fish. Danny emerged from the kitchen, an apple in his hand.
"What up, dude?" I asked. Danny expressed a blank look of confusion. I smiled faintly. "How's it going?" His face fell.
"What happened to me and Evelyn?" he asked, not acting like I had said anything. "I thought that she loved me! Maybe she felt sorry for me. Who could ever love me?" Danny said flatly, in a rhetorical question. I beckoned for him to sit by me.
"Anyone who wouldn't love you is stupid," I thought out loud. "Don't you worry about her. She's got Rafe. Rafe is your best friend, right? But she picked him. You should live with that," I added.
Danny's face crumpled. A tear fell from each eye. I wanted to scream. Not only had I insulted him, I had *made him cry.* If that wasn't my ticket to join the Dark Side, I don't know what was. Although, I had never actually rewound a videotape when I returned it to the video rental place. Oh, that's the part to focus on, you idiot.
He avoided my eyes and brushed away his tears on the back of his hand. But it didn't help. They kept coming. Why me? Yup, I am the ultimate evil person. Why on the earth did I DO that? I screamed to myself.
I slid over to him and pulled him into my arms. His tears leaked onto my peasant blouse's sleeve. Again, I found myself petting his hair.
"Danny," I said softly. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it. I wasn't thinking. I'm an idiot. Please, please don't cry." I whispered these words so quietly into his ear I couldn't hear them myself. Danny nestled his head into my shoulder. I kissed his forehead softly. God, why was I such a stupid fool.
"It's okay," Danny replied, voice muffled by my shoulder.
But just then, Lionel interrupted us, as usual.
**** Ahhhh! He's BACK! LOL. Hopefully, that'll be enough Danny/Skye for ya. Hope you liked it. Thanks for reading.
From the Sleepiest, Skye Rocket