Shoutouts!
Unknown-Dreams: I concur!
Nosilla: Aha. Why, thank ya!
koodles4you: Aha. She does act weird. As for the Lodging House...Don't we all?
Slightly: Yes. You don't even know!
Shhh!
Chaos Adame: I concur! Time-travel and Sprace are the best!
"Strange as it seems, there's been a lot of crazy dreams!" I sang. "Wow. That was random," I added as Davvy led me to Central Park.
"Seems like everything about you is random," Davvy replied. I growled at him, good-naturedly.
"Shut up, David." He was probably about to reply, but at that moment I tripped up on the curb and slammed into the sidewalk.
I laid there for a few minutes, mumbling curse words while Davvy freaked and fretted, before pushing myself off the sidewalk, my nose stinging. As soon as I lifted away from the sidewalk, I was overwhelmed by brilliant sunlight.
Colors popped out to the extreme. Davvy's blue eyes were incredible; the green grass was emerald-like; and I noticed the tiny ants crawling on the sidewalk. "Davvy!" I shrieked, leaping to my feet. Davvy stood up, equally surprised. "Davvy, I can SEE!" Davvy didn't comprehend.
"But, I thought you were blind." I rolled my eyes.
"NO! I was blind, but I'm not anymore!" His jaw dropped. "This is incredible!"
Thus began a day of skipping and bouncing around, singing my head off in celebration.
"Davvy, where'd you pick up the kook?"
I spun around and saw Jack Kelly with his arm slung around Davvy's shoulders. Davvy smiled, his eyes curving inward as he watched me. I bounded over to Jack and gave a sweeping bow.
"People call me Two-Bits!" I chirped. Jack and Davvy turned to look at each other, and Jack realized what Davvy was going to say before he even said it.
"She is not staying at the Lodging House."
David made a frustrated noise. "Why not?" he demanded. "She needs a place to stay, and we don't have enough room at my house!" Jack sighed in exasperation at his kind-hearted friend.
"Because, Davvy…" He leaned over to whisper in David's ear, but I heard anyway. "She's a few pages short of a full newspaper." I snorted.
"Not exactly, Jacky-boy," I said. He looked surprised that I could speak comprehensively. "I'm just thrilled to be alive. Long story, but it's luck that I'm standing in front of you today." Death-threats are always the best excuse to dismiss odd behavior.
"Riiiiggghhtt…" Jack said, skeptically. Davvy pulled him behind a tree and I stood on the path of Central Park, twiddling my thumbs and trying to suppress slashy thoughts.
"Fine. You can stay," Jack said when they emerged. I struggled not to whoop with joy; I figured Jack thought I was crazy enough already.