Author's Intro Thing (henceforth known as the AIT): Am I the only one who
thought of this? Azathoth have mercy, what's wrong with me XD
Disclaimer: I don't own this at all. If I did, I would be a best-selling writer, which I am not... Even though that would be really cool... ;;
Voices in My Head
Chapter One
Danny, 15 years old now, shot up from his covers, a few strings of sweat making their way down his pale forehead as he called out, "Where are you?!" A remnant from a dream, he supposed. He blinked a few times before he realized how heavy his breathing was, how dry his mouth had become while he was asleep. Touching a slender hand to his cheek, he noticed they felt warm, as if he had a fever. But that couldn't be right, he hadn't been sick for quite some time now. Tony had been keeping him well.
His mother had thought Tony was just a phase and that the "imaginary" friend would just go away after a while. "Surely by the time he's seven," she had said, but the numbers had just kept rising...10...12...13...until Wendy had just given up completely. Tony had stopped aging, and Danny had almost caught up with him. Danny's best and only friend was around 17 now, physically, and was beginning to look less and less like a distant cousin or older brother and more like his own, separate person.
Best and only? Yes, that's right. Poor Danny's hair had never really grown out of that downy softness, and if it had, it was only a little...Sure, the girls envied it, but there were endless jokes at his expense from their male counterparts. His frame was thin and lanky, and all of his clothes fit loosely around him. He kept his hair long and was taunted a lot for it...but he didn't need them.
He had Tony.
And that was exactly what/who he had been dreaming of.
Danny looked to his left to see his clock. 5:35 am? He leaned back, his head resting gently on one of the two pillows on his bed. The boy fell asleep.
(Danny? Danny, it's me, Tony. Nice to see you again. Love you more than anything, Danny.)
There was Tony, his Tony, oh-god-I-love-you-forever Tony. Danny began running towards a shape in a dark hallway, becoming more and more clear with each step...but just a few steps away from Tony, he stopped.
"Love", in a thought about Tony? The thought that Tony was just imaginary never crossed into his mind, because he knew that wasn't true. But Tony was...Tony was...
(A boy, Danny?)
Danny swallowed hard and nodded, making a squeaking sort of noise in his throat. His best friend, his only friend, reached out and pulled the younger boy closer. Tony put his hand on Danny's smooth, pale cheek, running his ring finger up and down Danny's jaw. Danny felt as if he were going to cry when he saw the pained looked on Tony's face, a face crushed by desires that couldn't be. The younger boy leaned up a little, so close...he could feel Tony's breath on his mouth, and
then he woke up.
Danny looked down at himself, wanting to see Tony but not admitting it to himself. All he saw was his chest rising up and down rapidly under the sheets.
A bird called out a bittersweet song outside, and Danny began to cry.
Disclaimer: I don't own this at all. If I did, I would be a best-selling writer, which I am not... Even though that would be really cool... ;;
Voices in My Head
Chapter One
Danny, 15 years old now, shot up from his covers, a few strings of sweat making their way down his pale forehead as he called out, "Where are you?!" A remnant from a dream, he supposed. He blinked a few times before he realized how heavy his breathing was, how dry his mouth had become while he was asleep. Touching a slender hand to his cheek, he noticed they felt warm, as if he had a fever. But that couldn't be right, he hadn't been sick for quite some time now. Tony had been keeping him well.
His mother had thought Tony was just a phase and that the "imaginary" friend would just go away after a while. "Surely by the time he's seven," she had said, but the numbers had just kept rising...10...12...13...until Wendy had just given up completely. Tony had stopped aging, and Danny had almost caught up with him. Danny's best and only friend was around 17 now, physically, and was beginning to look less and less like a distant cousin or older brother and more like his own, separate person.
Best and only? Yes, that's right. Poor Danny's hair had never really grown out of that downy softness, and if it had, it was only a little...Sure, the girls envied it, but there were endless jokes at his expense from their male counterparts. His frame was thin and lanky, and all of his clothes fit loosely around him. He kept his hair long and was taunted a lot for it...but he didn't need them.
He had Tony.
And that was exactly what/who he had been dreaming of.
Danny looked to his left to see his clock. 5:35 am? He leaned back, his head resting gently on one of the two pillows on his bed. The boy fell asleep.
(Danny? Danny, it's me, Tony. Nice to see you again. Love you more than anything, Danny.)
There was Tony, his Tony, oh-god-I-love-you-forever Tony. Danny began running towards a shape in a dark hallway, becoming more and more clear with each step...but just a few steps away from Tony, he stopped.
"Love", in a thought about Tony? The thought that Tony was just imaginary never crossed into his mind, because he knew that wasn't true. But Tony was...Tony was...
(A boy, Danny?)
Danny swallowed hard and nodded, making a squeaking sort of noise in his throat. His best friend, his only friend, reached out and pulled the younger boy closer. Tony put his hand on Danny's smooth, pale cheek, running his ring finger up and down Danny's jaw. Danny felt as if he were going to cry when he saw the pained looked on Tony's face, a face crushed by desires that couldn't be. The younger boy leaned up a little, so close...he could feel Tony's breath on his mouth, and
then he woke up.
Danny looked down at himself, wanting to see Tony but not admitting it to himself. All he saw was his chest rising up and down rapidly under the sheets.
A bird called out a bittersweet song outside, and Danny began to cry.