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Chapter 6
Sam's Point of View
I flopped onto the couch and picked up the remote, flipping through tv channels without really looking to see what was on. I really wanted to go visit Danny, but Tucker and I had decided yesterday to give our friend a day to rest.
Yawning, I reached for the phone and dialed Tucker's number. Four rings and the answering machine picked up. 'That's odd,' I thought, 'what on earth could Tucker be doing on a rainy day like this?' I looked out the window at the dark ominous clouds. A feeling of unease crept over me suddenly; I felt like something had gone horribly wrong. Shaking off the feeling, I turned the tv off and headed downstairs to watch my favorite movie.
3 chick flicks later I still couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. I could hardly hear the movies anyway for the thunder that was rolling through the house. This was definately gonna be a big thunderstorm. I went up to my room and closed the curtains, sitting on the edge of my bed and staring at the phone, pondering whether or not to call Tucker's house again. Then it hit me. Maybe he has his palm! I grabbed my laptop off my desk and dialed up his palm. Nothing. 'He must not have it on,' I assured myself, shutting down my laptop and setting it back on the desk before throwing myself onto my pillows. 'He must be out with his family, or something. Yeah, out with his family.....'
The doorbell woke me up. It was dark outside, and rain spattered the windows, shaking the glass in the pane with the sheer force of it. The doorbell rang again, insistently. Muttering under my breath, I heaved myself off the bed and went to answer it.
I had to suppress a cry of surprise as I swung open my front door. Tucker was standing on my porch, but it was a Tucker I had never seen before. He was soaking wet, the bill of his baseball cap drooping under the weight of the water it held. His clothes, usually tidy and dull, were wrinkled and unkempt, and his eyes were puffy and red.
"Tucker, what have you been doing? You look awful!" I grabbed his wrist and dragged him inside, fighting the door closed behind him. He sat numbly on the couch and stared at the wall in front of him with a dazed, empty expression.
"Tucker what happened? Have you been mugged or something?"
"No..."
"Well did you have an accident?"
"No, Sam..."
" Did you get lost?"
"No, Sam listen..."
"Did you get in a fight with your parents?"
"No. Sam, please...."
"Did you...."
"No Sam!" Tucker grabbed my shoulders and shook me gently. The haunted look in his eyes stopped me short of asking another question. As soon as he knew I wasn't going to burst into a tide of questions again he sank onto the couch and buried his head in his arms, his shoulders shaking. I cautiously sat down next to him and put a trembling hand on his shoulder. "Tucker, if something's bothering you..." He cut me short, shaking his head. There were tears standing out in his eyes. Then he said the three words I had never expected to hear. "Sam, Danny's dead."
Okay, don't flame me. I know this really sucks, but believe me.... it isn't over yet. I'll update as fast as I can, and please don't flame me. Thank you.
Chapter 6
Sam's Point of View
I flopped onto the couch and picked up the remote, flipping through tv channels without really looking to see what was on. I really wanted to go visit Danny, but Tucker and I had decided yesterday to give our friend a day to rest.
Yawning, I reached for the phone and dialed Tucker's number. Four rings and the answering machine picked up. 'That's odd,' I thought, 'what on earth could Tucker be doing on a rainy day like this?' I looked out the window at the dark ominous clouds. A feeling of unease crept over me suddenly; I felt like something had gone horribly wrong. Shaking off the feeling, I turned the tv off and headed downstairs to watch my favorite movie.
3 chick flicks later I still couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. I could hardly hear the movies anyway for the thunder that was rolling through the house. This was definately gonna be a big thunderstorm. I went up to my room and closed the curtains, sitting on the edge of my bed and staring at the phone, pondering whether or not to call Tucker's house again. Then it hit me. Maybe he has his palm! I grabbed my laptop off my desk and dialed up his palm. Nothing. 'He must not have it on,' I assured myself, shutting down my laptop and setting it back on the desk before throwing myself onto my pillows. 'He must be out with his family, or something. Yeah, out with his family.....'
The doorbell woke me up. It was dark outside, and rain spattered the windows, shaking the glass in the pane with the sheer force of it. The doorbell rang again, insistently. Muttering under my breath, I heaved myself off the bed and went to answer it.
I had to suppress a cry of surprise as I swung open my front door. Tucker was standing on my porch, but it was a Tucker I had never seen before. He was soaking wet, the bill of his baseball cap drooping under the weight of the water it held. His clothes, usually tidy and dull, were wrinkled and unkempt, and his eyes were puffy and red.
"Tucker, what have you been doing? You look awful!" I grabbed his wrist and dragged him inside, fighting the door closed behind him. He sat numbly on the couch and stared at the wall in front of him with a dazed, empty expression.
"Tucker what happened? Have you been mugged or something?"
"No..."
"Well did you have an accident?"
"No, Sam..."
" Did you get lost?"
"No, Sam listen..."
"Did you get in a fight with your parents?"
"No. Sam, please...."
"Did you...."
"No Sam!" Tucker grabbed my shoulders and shook me gently. The haunted look in his eyes stopped me short of asking another question. As soon as he knew I wasn't going to burst into a tide of questions again he sank onto the couch and buried his head in his arms, his shoulders shaking. I cautiously sat down next to him and put a trembling hand on his shoulder. "Tucker, if something's bothering you..." He cut me short, shaking his head. There were tears standing out in his eyes. Then he said the three words I had never expected to hear. "Sam, Danny's dead."
Okay, don't flame me. I know this really sucks, but believe me.... it isn't over yet. I'll update as fast as I can, and please don't flame me. Thank you.