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Danny groaned as his loud CD-Alarm clock blasted out "Purple Haze" at full volume. His hand wandered around his side table slapping it until he found the button to turn it off. Instantly, he remembered that Sam had to give Tucker her answer to his question. He jumped up quickly, forgetting to throw on his shirt over his red, plaid pajama pants and ran to the hall phone. He frantically dialed Sam's number, hoping she didn't leave really early that morning. He heard the phone ringing and a door opening behind him.
"Since when did you have any sort of muscles Danny? And a cute little butt like Tobey Maguire!" Jazz smirked, leaning against her door. (AN: He does have a cute butt...Swoon!)
"You slept over?! Don't you—Hello, Sam? Hey, this is Danny."
"Hey Danny! What's wrong? How are you up so early? Did Jazz put a Hilary Duff CD in your alarm clock again? I can get you a new one for your birthday if you stabbed the other one," She replied perkily.
"No, but did you figure out what you were going to tell Tucker?" He asked nervously.
"I'm just going to go out with him...only once...I'm sorry...But can I come over to your house today for the project? My mom's getting something done this afternoon,"
"Sure, that's fine. My parents are going to be somewhere...But not in the house thank God. Well I have to get dressed...See you on the bus."
"See you Danny." Sam hung up just after Danny did. Danny sighed and ran a hand through his messy hair. Jazz smiled at him.
"Have you been working out Danny? You've got a six pack..." She put her arm around her little brother's shoulders.
"Quit it Jazz, I have to get dressed." Danny threw Jazz's hand off of him. Jazz laughed as Danny turned towards her to get back to his room. Jazz poked his bellybutton making the jet black hair that was trailing from his bellybutton down into his PJ bottoms prick up.
"Oo, look who's a man now! A little bit of pub--" Jazz was cut off in mid sentence as she poked at him, only lower. Much, much lower.
"I'm serious! Quit being pervy! Let me get dressed!" Danny dove past her and slammed the door to his room. He heard Jazz cracking up in the hall. He groaned as he dug through piles and piles of clothing, finally picking out a red shirt and jeans. He walked into the bathroom after carefully checking the hall for the Jazz's perverted puberty patrol. He sprinted across and shut and locked the door. He looked in the mirror.
"Ahg, I look terrible..." He spoke to no one in particular. He brushed his teeth furiously and rinsed. He looked at the clock attached to the mirror and groaned. He still had time to go slowly. He turned around to the full-length mirror and prodded his belly button. He turned his head to one side, looking at his stomach that Jazz had commented on. He scoffed.
"Geez, I look like that picture of Jake Gyllenhaal without his shirt on in Jazz's room...How the hell do I have this much hair on my chest?! I'm only 16!" He turned back around, feeling dumb that he actually looked at the picture of Jake in her room and that he actually was obsessing over something in Jazz's room. He threw on his clothing on and walked out of the bathroom and down the stairs to the kitchen. After a quick glance at the clock, he picked up his backpack and picked up an apple from the table as he rushed out the door. He made it to the bus just before it left. He spotted Sam sitting by herself in a seat in the middle. Tucker was no where to be seen, so he sat next to her.
"Hey Danny!" She exclaimed, brightening. She leaned over and gave Danny a peck on the lips. They both blushed. They heard laughing from behind them, only belonging to Dash and his jock cronies. Danny shook it off, knowing that he could now beat Dash up. He had somehow given him a black eye and a couple of bruises after he insulted Sam's new outfit. Dash hadn't beaten him up since, he just tormented him terribly.
"Hey...Have you seen Tucker?" He asked, just as Tucker stepped breathlessly onto the bus. He quickly apologized and took a seat next to a girl behind Danny and Sam. They rode to school in silence. They all left the bus quickly to avoid the rushing towards the door. Sam shot Danny a sad look as Danny separated from their small pack. Tucker grinned slightly.
"So, are we going out soon or what?" Tucker asked Sam.
"Sure Tucker...How about Friday?" She replied, trying to keep all of the drops of sorrow from her voice.
"Great! See you then Sam!" Tucker ran off into the school happily. Sam groaned and ran a hand through her hair. Through the day, Sam died inside. She had just gotten with Danny and she might have to be pulled away from him....and with Tucker...It's not that she didn't like Tucker as a friend, it's that she wanted to be with Danny badly. After school, she met up with Danny and walked back to his house. They tip-toed inside the house, just in case Jazz was still there. Unfortunately, Jazz's sonar ears picked up their steps, just as they were going past her door to Danny's room. She stepped out with a goofy grin on her face. Danny groaned.
"Oh Danny! Why didn't you say hi to me? Oh hi Sam!" She tapped a French manicured finger nail on the wall.
"Hi Jazz. We have to go to my room; we have a--"Danny was interrupted.
"Oo, I know...just take your time...and don't forget kiddies, use a condom!" She cackled.
"God Jazz! Leave us alone!" Danny whined and walked into his room with Sam in tow. He shut the door tightly and sat on his bed. Sam pulled their child from her bag and sat next to him.
"So..." He said. He had started to say something else, but Sam covered his lips with hers. Danny pressed his tongue on her closed lips. She opened her mouth. Danny moaned gently at this new taste he was experiencing. She tasted like cinnamon gum, which was his favorite. They continued to kiss as Sam straddled Danny's chest. He wrapped his arms around her body. They continued making out for an hour and a half until the door swung open. Jazz laughed as Sam rolled off of him, clipping her bra back around her back and pulling on her shirt that had been removed and tossed to the ground with her face flushed.
"Jazz, have you ever heard of knocking?!" Danny yelled angrily at Jazz.
"I did! You guys were making so much noise! I thought you were dying!" She replied coolly.
"We weren't making any noise at all!" Danny exclaimed.
"Gee, except for the fact that the bed was squeaking like a dying mouse!" She replied as she walked back to her room. Danny turned to Sam again. She quickly checked her watch.
"Oh no, I'm late. I have to get home. Do you want to come over and watch a movie Sunday? Tucker's going to be visiting his grandmother." She asked as she pulled her bag onto her back and straightened her tight shirt again.
"Sure, that'll be cool..." He also stood and gave Sam a quick kiss. He walked her down the stairs and said goodbye, just as his parents were driving into the driveway with a huge satellite dish on the top of the car. Sam waved hi quickly and jogged off towards her house. Jack and Maddie stepped out of the car holding cartons of Chinese food and bags of more metal. Maddie passed Danny a bag of food.
"Hey honey, could you take this to the table?" She asked while trying to balance on the car door.
"Sure Mom. What did you get me?" He took a sniff.
"I got you the sweet and sour chicken (AN: Which by the way ROCKS!). Is that alright?" She asked.
"Yeah, that's cool." He took the bags up into the kitchen where Jazz was yet again, waiting for him.
"How was the make-out session little brother?" Jazz messed with her slippers with her toes. She put on a lopsided grin.
"Can you just leave me alone? It's really not your business." Danny plopped the bags on the table and started to dig through them.
"Of course it is. We are family aren't we?"
"Yes, unfortunately."
"Well I mean, you got to second base, didn't you? Sam was putting on her shirt when I busted in. I didn't think that you two would get moving so fast but boy was I wrong!" Jazz said.
"For God's sake! Leave. Me. Alone. Okay?!" Danny was really irritated.
"Sorry! Geez, you're so secretive! I guess it must be some sort of under-lying issue going on in your life. How does that make you feel?" She put on her "Shrink" look.
"Sometimes I wish you weren't majoring in psychology!" Danny walked to the bathroom with Jazz behind him yelling about something that he couldn't understand. He slammed the door in her face and clicked the lock. He groaned, looking at himself in the mirror. He quickly turned to the toilet and lifted the lid. He undid his jeans and did his duty, leaving the lid up, just to piss (AN: No pun intended) Jazz off. He turned to the sink to wash his hands, noticing a spot on his neck. He groaned again and pulled the cabinet open, trying to find some of Jazz's make-up to cover it up. He found a small compact of what looked like powder and dabbed it on the hickey. It didn't cover it all the way and wasn't really the right color, but it was good enough. He flushed the toilet and walked back to the kitchen. He sat down next to his mother and pulled his food from the bag. After ripping open the chopstick packet and opening the rice, he dug into the food like a rabid animal. Maddie glanced at him, noticing something was off on his skin.
"Danny? What's on your neck?" Maddie reached out and gently touched the spot and came back with a smudge of yellowish make-up. Danny stopped stuffing his face suddenly.
"Uh...I don't know." Danny stammered, placing his chopsticks on the side of his plate. Maddie raised her eyebrow at Jack. For once, he understood his wife's message: Go give Danny the "Sex is a good thing, but not at this age although we feel that you're mature and you yourself may be sexually mature, but this is starting to go in circles" chat. Danny looked around nervously. Jazz started to open her mouth, but Danny gave her a kick from under the table. When their parents weren't looking, she flipped him off. Danny mouthed "bitch" across the table, returning her graceful bird.
"What happened son?" Asked Jack.
"Oo! I know! What is getting to second base with Sam? Do I win?!" Jazz practically shouted. Danny kicked her again from under the table. Jazz smirked. To Danny's dismay, Maddie had heard enough from Jazz's time in high school to know the "Baseball of Sex". Up to bat was plain kissing, first base was French kissing, second base was upper body fondling, third was below the belt fondling and a home run...well, that seemed self explanatory.
"Danny, is Jazz right?" Maddie looked directly into Danny's bright blue eyes for a second before he started to look around uncomfortably. He eventually looked at his thighs.
"Uh...Yeah. Sam and I are going out now..." Danny felt himself become red. Jazz giggled.
"Ah, yet another adolescent struggle. I'm going to take a bath. Continue family." Jazz stood and walked up the stairs.
"Uh...I'm going up to my room..." Danny sprinted out of the room.
"Jack! Go up there and give him the 'talk'!" Maddie said. Jack stood up taking a last bite of his food. He walked up the stairs to Danny's room. He knocked gently.
"Danny? We have to talk." Jack walked in uncomfortably. Danny was lying on his bed in his blue plaid boxers staring at the ceiling. He had posters of girls everywhere.
"What is it?" Danny asked dumbly. He already knew what was coming. Jack sat next to him on the bed and took a deep breath. Jack turned to look at his son with seriousness written all over his face.
"Danny, making love to a woman is one of the best things in the world." Danny looked at him like he was crazy. Danny choked back his sweet and sour chicken.
"Dad, please don't make me throw up. Mom just made me mop in here." Danny shuddered with the thoughts of his mom on top of his dad.
"I'm serious Danny. It is. It really is. But you should...uh...take it slow...keep it real...is that what you kids say these days?"
"No. Not at all dad. I know all about protection and all of that stuff...you explained it to me the last time I barfed in my room." Danny gagged, but managed to keep control.
"Great. Stay off drugs son." Jack walked out of the room. Danny gave him another strange look as he pulled his cell phone from his dresser. He pressed 3 and send and it automatically called Sam.
"Hello?"
"Hey Sam! What's up?" Danny asked cheerfully.
"Hey! Nothing much...I think I have a few hickeys though..." She replied.
"Me too. Jazz snitched on me at dinner."
"Really? I'm sorry! I guess I shouldn't have sucked that hard..." She sighed gently. Danny could almost see her twirl her hair or bite a fingernail.
"What's wrong? You sound sad." Danny said with concern.
"It's just that I really don't want to go out with Tucker. I mean, he's my best friend, but I don't want to have to kiss him or anything. Well I have to go...See you tomorrow..."
"Cool, but could you bring some makeup? I can't figure out how to hide these things."
"Sure...Bye..." She said.
"Bye..." They both hung up. Danny sighed and clicked to the menu to play Solitaire on his phone.
AN: Sorry if the end stinks. I couldn't find out how to end it. I must have at least 5 more reviews to continue! Now be a doll and go out and review for me! Kisses!
Danny groaned as his loud CD-Alarm clock blasted out "Purple Haze" at full volume. His hand wandered around his side table slapping it until he found the button to turn it off. Instantly, he remembered that Sam had to give Tucker her answer to his question. He jumped up quickly, forgetting to throw on his shirt over his red, plaid pajama pants and ran to the hall phone. He frantically dialed Sam's number, hoping she didn't leave really early that morning. He heard the phone ringing and a door opening behind him.
"Since when did you have any sort of muscles Danny? And a cute little butt like Tobey Maguire!" Jazz smirked, leaning against her door. (AN: He does have a cute butt...Swoon!)
"You slept over?! Don't you—Hello, Sam? Hey, this is Danny."
"Hey Danny! What's wrong? How are you up so early? Did Jazz put a Hilary Duff CD in your alarm clock again? I can get you a new one for your birthday if you stabbed the other one," She replied perkily.
"No, but did you figure out what you were going to tell Tucker?" He asked nervously.
"I'm just going to go out with him...only once...I'm sorry...But can I come over to your house today for the project? My mom's getting something done this afternoon,"
"Sure, that's fine. My parents are going to be somewhere...But not in the house thank God. Well I have to get dressed...See you on the bus."
"See you Danny." Sam hung up just after Danny did. Danny sighed and ran a hand through his messy hair. Jazz smiled at him.
"Have you been working out Danny? You've got a six pack..." She put her arm around her little brother's shoulders.
"Quit it Jazz, I have to get dressed." Danny threw Jazz's hand off of him. Jazz laughed as Danny turned towards her to get back to his room. Jazz poked his bellybutton making the jet black hair that was trailing from his bellybutton down into his PJ bottoms prick up.
"Oo, look who's a man now! A little bit of pub--" Jazz was cut off in mid sentence as she poked at him, only lower. Much, much lower.
"I'm serious! Quit being pervy! Let me get dressed!" Danny dove past her and slammed the door to his room. He heard Jazz cracking up in the hall. He groaned as he dug through piles and piles of clothing, finally picking out a red shirt and jeans. He walked into the bathroom after carefully checking the hall for the Jazz's perverted puberty patrol. He sprinted across and shut and locked the door. He looked in the mirror.
"Ahg, I look terrible..." He spoke to no one in particular. He brushed his teeth furiously and rinsed. He looked at the clock attached to the mirror and groaned. He still had time to go slowly. He turned around to the full-length mirror and prodded his belly button. He turned his head to one side, looking at his stomach that Jazz had commented on. He scoffed.
"Geez, I look like that picture of Jake Gyllenhaal without his shirt on in Jazz's room...How the hell do I have this much hair on my chest?! I'm only 16!" He turned back around, feeling dumb that he actually looked at the picture of Jake in her room and that he actually was obsessing over something in Jazz's room. He threw on his clothing on and walked out of the bathroom and down the stairs to the kitchen. After a quick glance at the clock, he picked up his backpack and picked up an apple from the table as he rushed out the door. He made it to the bus just before it left. He spotted Sam sitting by herself in a seat in the middle. Tucker was no where to be seen, so he sat next to her.
"Hey Danny!" She exclaimed, brightening. She leaned over and gave Danny a peck on the lips. They both blushed. They heard laughing from behind them, only belonging to Dash and his jock cronies. Danny shook it off, knowing that he could now beat Dash up. He had somehow given him a black eye and a couple of bruises after he insulted Sam's new outfit. Dash hadn't beaten him up since, he just tormented him terribly.
"Hey...Have you seen Tucker?" He asked, just as Tucker stepped breathlessly onto the bus. He quickly apologized and took a seat next to a girl behind Danny and Sam. They rode to school in silence. They all left the bus quickly to avoid the rushing towards the door. Sam shot Danny a sad look as Danny separated from their small pack. Tucker grinned slightly.
"So, are we going out soon or what?" Tucker asked Sam.
"Sure Tucker...How about Friday?" She replied, trying to keep all of the drops of sorrow from her voice.
"Great! See you then Sam!" Tucker ran off into the school happily. Sam groaned and ran a hand through her hair. Through the day, Sam died inside. She had just gotten with Danny and she might have to be pulled away from him....and with Tucker...It's not that she didn't like Tucker as a friend, it's that she wanted to be with Danny badly. After school, she met up with Danny and walked back to his house. They tip-toed inside the house, just in case Jazz was still there. Unfortunately, Jazz's sonar ears picked up their steps, just as they were going past her door to Danny's room. She stepped out with a goofy grin on her face. Danny groaned.
"Oh Danny! Why didn't you say hi to me? Oh hi Sam!" She tapped a French manicured finger nail on the wall.
"Hi Jazz. We have to go to my room; we have a--"Danny was interrupted.
"Oo, I know...just take your time...and don't forget kiddies, use a condom!" She cackled.
"God Jazz! Leave us alone!" Danny whined and walked into his room with Sam in tow. He shut the door tightly and sat on his bed. Sam pulled their child from her bag and sat next to him.
"So..." He said. He had started to say something else, but Sam covered his lips with hers. Danny pressed his tongue on her closed lips. She opened her mouth. Danny moaned gently at this new taste he was experiencing. She tasted like cinnamon gum, which was his favorite. They continued to kiss as Sam straddled Danny's chest. He wrapped his arms around her body. They continued making out for an hour and a half until the door swung open. Jazz laughed as Sam rolled off of him, clipping her bra back around her back and pulling on her shirt that had been removed and tossed to the ground with her face flushed.
"Jazz, have you ever heard of knocking?!" Danny yelled angrily at Jazz.
"I did! You guys were making so much noise! I thought you were dying!" She replied coolly.
"We weren't making any noise at all!" Danny exclaimed.
"Gee, except for the fact that the bed was squeaking like a dying mouse!" She replied as she walked back to her room. Danny turned to Sam again. She quickly checked her watch.
"Oh no, I'm late. I have to get home. Do you want to come over and watch a movie Sunday? Tucker's going to be visiting his grandmother." She asked as she pulled her bag onto her back and straightened her tight shirt again.
"Sure, that'll be cool..." He also stood and gave Sam a quick kiss. He walked her down the stairs and said goodbye, just as his parents were driving into the driveway with a huge satellite dish on the top of the car. Sam waved hi quickly and jogged off towards her house. Jack and Maddie stepped out of the car holding cartons of Chinese food and bags of more metal. Maddie passed Danny a bag of food.
"Hey honey, could you take this to the table?" She asked while trying to balance on the car door.
"Sure Mom. What did you get me?" He took a sniff.
"I got you the sweet and sour chicken (AN: Which by the way ROCKS!). Is that alright?" She asked.
"Yeah, that's cool." He took the bags up into the kitchen where Jazz was yet again, waiting for him.
"How was the make-out session little brother?" Jazz messed with her slippers with her toes. She put on a lopsided grin.
"Can you just leave me alone? It's really not your business." Danny plopped the bags on the table and started to dig through them.
"Of course it is. We are family aren't we?"
"Yes, unfortunately."
"Well I mean, you got to second base, didn't you? Sam was putting on her shirt when I busted in. I didn't think that you two would get moving so fast but boy was I wrong!" Jazz said.
"For God's sake! Leave. Me. Alone. Okay?!" Danny was really irritated.
"Sorry! Geez, you're so secretive! I guess it must be some sort of under-lying issue going on in your life. How does that make you feel?" She put on her "Shrink" look.
"Sometimes I wish you weren't majoring in psychology!" Danny walked to the bathroom with Jazz behind him yelling about something that he couldn't understand. He slammed the door in her face and clicked the lock. He groaned, looking at himself in the mirror. He quickly turned to the toilet and lifted the lid. He undid his jeans and did his duty, leaving the lid up, just to piss (AN: No pun intended) Jazz off. He turned to the sink to wash his hands, noticing a spot on his neck. He groaned again and pulled the cabinet open, trying to find some of Jazz's make-up to cover it up. He found a small compact of what looked like powder and dabbed it on the hickey. It didn't cover it all the way and wasn't really the right color, but it was good enough. He flushed the toilet and walked back to the kitchen. He sat down next to his mother and pulled his food from the bag. After ripping open the chopstick packet and opening the rice, he dug into the food like a rabid animal. Maddie glanced at him, noticing something was off on his skin.
"Danny? What's on your neck?" Maddie reached out and gently touched the spot and came back with a smudge of yellowish make-up. Danny stopped stuffing his face suddenly.
"Uh...I don't know." Danny stammered, placing his chopsticks on the side of his plate. Maddie raised her eyebrow at Jack. For once, he understood his wife's message: Go give Danny the "Sex is a good thing, but not at this age although we feel that you're mature and you yourself may be sexually mature, but this is starting to go in circles" chat. Danny looked around nervously. Jazz started to open her mouth, but Danny gave her a kick from under the table. When their parents weren't looking, she flipped him off. Danny mouthed "bitch" across the table, returning her graceful bird.
"What happened son?" Asked Jack.
"Oo! I know! What is getting to second base with Sam? Do I win?!" Jazz practically shouted. Danny kicked her again from under the table. Jazz smirked. To Danny's dismay, Maddie had heard enough from Jazz's time in high school to know the "Baseball of Sex". Up to bat was plain kissing, first base was French kissing, second base was upper body fondling, third was below the belt fondling and a home run...well, that seemed self explanatory.
"Danny, is Jazz right?" Maddie looked directly into Danny's bright blue eyes for a second before he started to look around uncomfortably. He eventually looked at his thighs.
"Uh...Yeah. Sam and I are going out now..." Danny felt himself become red. Jazz giggled.
"Ah, yet another adolescent struggle. I'm going to take a bath. Continue family." Jazz stood and walked up the stairs.
"Uh...I'm going up to my room..." Danny sprinted out of the room.
"Jack! Go up there and give him the 'talk'!" Maddie said. Jack stood up taking a last bite of his food. He walked up the stairs to Danny's room. He knocked gently.
"Danny? We have to talk." Jack walked in uncomfortably. Danny was lying on his bed in his blue plaid boxers staring at the ceiling. He had posters of girls everywhere.
"What is it?" Danny asked dumbly. He already knew what was coming. Jack sat next to him on the bed and took a deep breath. Jack turned to look at his son with seriousness written all over his face.
"Danny, making love to a woman is one of the best things in the world." Danny looked at him like he was crazy. Danny choked back his sweet and sour chicken.
"Dad, please don't make me throw up. Mom just made me mop in here." Danny shuddered with the thoughts of his mom on top of his dad.
"I'm serious Danny. It is. It really is. But you should...uh...take it slow...keep it real...is that what you kids say these days?"
"No. Not at all dad. I know all about protection and all of that stuff...you explained it to me the last time I barfed in my room." Danny gagged, but managed to keep control.
"Great. Stay off drugs son." Jack walked out of the room. Danny gave him another strange look as he pulled his cell phone from his dresser. He pressed 3 and send and it automatically called Sam.
"Hello?"
"Hey Sam! What's up?" Danny asked cheerfully.
"Hey! Nothing much...I think I have a few hickeys though..." She replied.
"Me too. Jazz snitched on me at dinner."
"Really? I'm sorry! I guess I shouldn't have sucked that hard..." She sighed gently. Danny could almost see her twirl her hair or bite a fingernail.
"What's wrong? You sound sad." Danny said with concern.
"It's just that I really don't want to go out with Tucker. I mean, he's my best friend, but I don't want to have to kiss him or anything. Well I have to go...See you tomorrow..."
"Cool, but could you bring some makeup? I can't figure out how to hide these things."
"Sure...Bye..." She said.
"Bye..." They both hung up. Danny sighed and clicked to the menu to play Solitaire on his phone.
AN: Sorry if the end stinks. I couldn't find out how to end it. I must have at least 5 more reviews to continue! Now be a doll and go out and review for me! Kisses!