Candy- I'm so sorry that I haven't updated soon. The truth is I'm carrying around crutches and crap so it was sort of bad for me. So, now, as I watch 'The Simpsons' I'm going to start the new chapter and finish up maybe a little later. But I felt bad for you.
So, I'm gonna try to make this chapter extra long for you, 'kk?
So—oh! Wait, eh? I'm not Canadian, he he. I'm British forever! waves flag My friend sends me tapes of the show since it hasn't yet aired in Europe. Euuurga! --;;
Chapter 3
Danny woke up rubbing his head. There was a tiny tingling left in his body. From what?
He slid his hand down his body, feeling the sharp rubbing of the golden ring against his leg. He raised his hand to his eyes, staring at the difference. He could have sworn it was smaller yesterday and the more he thought about it, the bigger his body felt.
He ruffled his hair, yelping in a big yawn.
"Danny!" A shrill shriek came from the bottom of the stairs that sent Danny bolting from his bed to the railing near the kitchen.
Jazz's eyes turned to half moons. She rolled her blue eyes around in her head, and then, noting that the person on the top of the stairs was confused, she breathed in, inhaling stale air from yesterday.
"Dash, go home." She said, turning her back. "And tell Danny to get down here."
Danny stepped back. He forced a laugh to let her know he knew she was kidding. "Erm–Okay." He said, and rubbed his neck harder than usual.
Jazz stared with her moth open, gagging at the figure. "Where's the candid camera?" She cleared her throat.
Danny kicked the railing while he tried to turn. He muttered to himself under his breath. Jazz's eyebrows raised.
"Go home, Dash."
"I'm going to my room." Danny rolled his blue eyes. The ring on his finger burned and seemed to sink harder into his skin.
He yelped, tossing his body back on the soft bed.
Then he noticed his legs.
Scars filled the ankles. There were red scratched...Somewhat familiar.
Then it hit him. The morning before at school, Dash wore extra short pants. Showing them off. The foot ball star did have to work hard for popularity.
Everybody gaped at the scars as Dash strutted like a duck through the halls. "It hurts even to walk." He smirked, Paulina leaned on her locker.
"Tell me again what happened." Star yelled, loud enough for everybody's head's to turn. The crowd formed around Dash, making him step backward. And he grasped an ankle and began.
"I don't want to brag, but..."
Danny's mind spun. He brought a heavy leg up to his chest, seeming even heavier. He screamed. Half of him knowing what happened.
Hi legs carried him closer to the glass mirror in the bathroom, catching his breath.
Danny's POV:
I lifted a rather large hand to the glass, tilting my head to the left. A strand of blonde hair cast in my face. I lost my breath and the mirror showed my face...Dash's face... was blue.
My pajamas seemed a bit tight, and I tugged at the collar for air. This wasn't happening.
My hands shook and I was chocking on air. The soft mist stopped below my nose, taunting me. Breath...breath...breath...
There was a blue mist from the back of the room, starling me and I chocked on sudden air. My figure stood in front of me, pulling my body back to the shower wall.
My face, as a ghost, let it's eyes burn brightly green. There was a flicker of fear on it's face and a slow blue mist escaped from my figures mouth, letting it dissolve round my head and around my body. I wiped it away, only in Dash's body and my figure's face saddened, staring harder into my eyes.
It brought up a white and clean gloved hand and waved, then in a second it was gone.
Gone.
Snap.
And I felt the air swing from my lungs again as Dash's body was more visible in the bathroom mirror.
My knees went weak and I grasped the bathroom sink for support I couldn't cath my breath, but I fled to my bed and flopped Dash's huge body and the covers.
My hands quivered as I reached for the phone.
I dialed Sam's number first. As always.
Her voice was strong and pleasant, "Danny?" Caller ID.
"SAM?" I couldn't control the volume of my voice and I sounded intensively like Dash.
I could see Sam's face on the other line in my head, her eyes becoming the bottom half of a full moon as she listened to the sound of Dash's distressed voice on the other end of the receiver.
"Dash?" She said, her voice volume current.
"No. Danny." I said, my voice sounding more like Dash's angry one.
"How are you at Danny's, Dash?" She said, not buying it for a second.
"It's Danny." I said, again. Sounding more equivalent to Dash. I coughed in the receiver.
"Oh." She said, then she laughed, "Voice changer?"
I shook my head, forgetting about my new body, "Your not mad at me?"
She laughed, "I'm pissed." She then tossed her head back; I could hear her moving on the other end of the line.
"Well, I'm sorry." I said, sighing. My shoulders sagged.
Having big football shoulders was tiring.
She sighed, she chocked on tears in her throat. "I'm going, Dash."
"Sam, listen, it's Danny. Your gonna have to trust me." I sighed again. "Just come over."
Sam exhaled, "I don't have time for this."
I stared at my feet, looking at Dash's feet...wanting my body back.
"I'm leaving 'Danny.'" She clicked the phone off.
I sat with the phone in my hand. I suddenly caught my image in the mirror yet again. My face went purple and I breathed in nothing.
I couldn't breath.
I passed out.
I must have.
Everything went dark.
Dash's POV:
I leaned against the wall watching my friends coming to great me in the spot they normally were supposed to.
I could see Paulina's bright pink tee shirt and I prepared my smile to greet her.
She stepped onto the field, her red and white cheer uniform glowing in the bright sun. Her voice soothed my ears, "Danny?"
What?
What the hell wasn't I paying attention to when I woke up this morning?
I leaned harder against the wall. "Hey."
"Eww. Get away from me, loser." Her tone frightened me and I watched as she lifted her perfectly shaped eyebrows. Her face was horrified.
"Paulina?" I asked, watching her gazed expression.
"Waa–Wait! How'd you get here?" She leaned forward showing her brilliant teeth.
"I invented this place!" I exclaimed, tossing my arms outward in her face.
She laughed, my wavy dark hair tossed behind her ears. "Get lost, loser."
She shook her hips and she left the field.
I watched as the others started coming towards me, took one look and followed Paulina.
My mind raced.
I found a discarded puddle on the side of a building and leaned my head next to it, kneeling down on my knees. I bent my face in the puddle.
I straddled backwards, feeling dark hair brush my forehead. My eyes stung.
What happened?
It surprised me that it wasn't until now that I noticed this. I needed a mirror in my room...a puddle at least...
I searched my ind for something...
A scapegoat.
Danny.
Danny Fenton.
That loser.
It was his fault and he had something to do with this...this, this sick joke.
I roared and tilted my head backwards.
I pulled my self up from the ground, just noticing how bog my football jack sagged off my shoulders. I grasped the hems of my pants to keep them from falling to Danny's tiny ankles.
His fault.
Danny's fault.
I didn't care if I was late for school. I ditched so many times anyways, the teachers probably had no idea who 'Dash Baxter' was.
My feet carried me to Danny's stupid house.
The door was creaked open and I peaked Danny's big eyes through the crack of the door.
Everything seemed clear.
And then, "Danny?"
Jazz's voice filled the room and fringed behind my ear.
I spun around, she was biting her lip and she smiled.
"Why was DASH upstairs a while ago?" She stepped forward and rest a hand on her hips.
I blinked.
The wooden door behind me burst open again, sending it to the wall with a loud bang.
That loser goth and the geek Tucker stood and the door for a second.
Sam eyed me, "Danny?"
I answered back, noting Danny's voice, "Uhhh..." The same voice when he was nervous...always.
"I thought you were..." Sam blinked.
Tucker pointed to Sam, "She said—wait, you lied?"
I stuttered, "I guess?"
There was a sudden bang from upstairs and Jazz waved us away, "You figure it out." She laughed. It was a joke?
Sam stuttered and made her way deliberately up the stairs. Her black hair rushing behind her.
Tucker stepped in Sam's front and yanked open the door.
My body was face down on the ground.
A blue mist streaked from Danny's mouth and curved in to the air.
It tingled before my face and then, in an instant, flustered it's way harshly down my throat.
I coughed.
Sam and Tucker seemed to realize what happened.
Sam leaned down to my body on the floor as Tucker stared at my mouth, trying to figure out where the light blue mist had gone.
Sam's eyes fogged up and she rested her hand on my body's chest. "Danny?"
"Get your hand off of my body!" I yelped.
Tucker spun around, "Danny?" He repeated after Sam.
"That means...DASH?" Sam said, she stared at me down my throat.
"The mist...the ghost sense..." Tucker said, he pointed a shaky finger at my mouth.
"Ghost sense?" I stepped back, feeling ht suddenly.
Sam spun around on Tucker, "It was Desire?"
Tucker nodded, "I guess?"
"Oh, Danny." She lifted a hand to my body's check.
I got nauseous and queezy.
"Who the hell is Desi?"
Nobody bothered to correct me, I misprounced it on purpose.
I gasped as my body shook uncontrollably.
The same blue mist appeared from my mouth and my hands flew to disguise it.
Sam shook her head and repeated, "Oh Danny."
Tucker shook his head, "Right now I for sorry for Dash."
The blue mist tingled around my face, I sneezed.
There was a loud bang from out side and Sam and Tucker looked at me, if I was souped to take care of this.
I backed in the wall, catching my image in the mirror yet agin.
The mist came from my mouth.
Something weird was going on...well, i suspected that.
But I;m gonna find out!
Candy- Okay. Well, it wasn't as long as I planned it, but once I get like 10 reviews, then I think that I will update so soonly. ((eh, it's a word))
Sorry that I'm putting a limit. I like hearing from you guys, eh?
