Candy- Sorry It took me so long to update. I was at camp in America...which was really cool! Anyways, I'll put the question things below and start.
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Blossoming Orange Rose: Yeah...the hyper Danny can't be overused... I think it's quite funny and cute. But it was the only way I could think of to get Danny to tell Jazz. I wanted Jazz to be a major part of the story. I really think that would tie it in someplace. "Anyway I suggest making the text longer (without the intro and conclusion, etc.)" I like the intro. It puts things together. If you haven't noticed, people actually got the story with this here. And more detail, I guess I'll try. But half you don't want to see. I'll go into crap about describing a tree...
Master Of Procrastination: Yep!
And I'll continue on with the story.
Chapter 10:
Jazz kept her grip tight of Danny's wet hand. She grimaced on the drool leaking from his mouth and winced as he heels pounded the cement, twisting her small ankle. With her other hand, she held her dress up high off the ground, and then switched to holding back the hair that fell flat in her face.
Her red hair had remained though center in her eyes, causing tiny streaks of color to block her view. With her mouth, still full of the last bite of food she ate, exhaled frantically, blowing it off her forehead and tired to pull off the hair sticking on her forehead.
Danny tripped over Jazz dress, ripping the bottom of it a little. Jazz sighed a little at the expense of the dress. It was ruined. "Danny!" She sighed, still walking, "Back off a little!"
She was too worried to raise her voice. And she sighed as Danny slowly moved along beside her. But when she finally approached Samantha Manson's house, her face reddened.
Sam heard the knock just as she had fell asleep about two hours ago. She moaned, staring at the alarm clock across the room as she rubbed her eyes and yanked the covers from her body. It was cold out, and she again moaned, noticing the drizzle out from her window. She noticed that nobody else had woken up to the knocking on her wooden door and she tied her robe around her shoulders as she made her way down the swirling stair way.
"Jazz?" She said, covering her cleavage. It hadn't happened on purpose.
Jazz rolled her eyes. She was sixteen, she didn't care. But she held Danny's arm in the moon light and waved it around like a flag, "What's this?"
"Dash!" Sam said, on instinct now.
Jazz yanked off the ribbon in her hair and stepped forward, not letting go of her brother's hand. "You've got to be kidding me!" She said, rolling her eyes. "It's Danny? He's drugged?"
Sam nodded. "How did you know?"
"How did I know?" Jazz said, peering into the house.
She never noticed how big it was. Danny had had her drop him off here once coming home from school, but she hadn't paid any attention.
The walls, perfectly scrubbed, made her a tad jealous. Well if her parents did what mine do... She thought and then shook it out of her head, reminding herself envious of her little brother's friend.
"How the hell can you not know?" Jazz yelled, tossing his arm to his hips. Danny staggered, not regaining his full balance with out her support and walked to the steps on the porch, cradling his legs.
Sam shook her head, "Can I explain?"
"Explain how he's Dash..." Jazz said, sitting next to her brother. "And where Dash is."
"Dash...hard question. Desire... she made it happen." Sam sighed, rubbing her head and yanked a black cell phone from her pocket. "Can I phone a friend?"
Jazz shook her head, "It's funny to you?" She said as Sam nodded, not paying attention.
Jazz looked at her brother as he laughed, humming some song she didn't recognize. She laid a hand softly on his back, feeling sorry for her brother. He laughed, staring at Sam.
There was a click as Jazz felt a rain drop on her head. "Tucker will be here in," Sam inhaled, "5 minutes."
Jazz sighed, "So?"
"Tucker!" Danny yelled as he saw a shadow running from over the hill to Sam's house. "I know him!" He pulled himself up from the ground.
Sam sighed, staring at the two shadows in the distance as they walked up. She could hear Tucker nervously laughing as Danny jumped around him. She rolled her eyes although, hiding in the laugher from her throat.
Tucker lifted up his arm, holding the muscular one that originally belonged to Dash. "What the hell!" He said, staring at Jazz. "No! Sam can explain."
Jazz looked upward and sighed, "I know. It's Danny. I don't have any idea who Desire is, but okay. I guess I'm fine with that." She lifted herself up.
"WHY IS HE ACTING THIS WEIRD?" Tucker yelled as Danny jumped around him asking him if he remembered something that hadn't happened. Tucker sighed.
"Drugged." Jazz and Sam sighed together as Tucker rolled his eyes.
"Your kidding me."
"Nope!" Jazz said, "I was on a date with my brother!" She tossed up her arms in the air and sighed once again. Maybe it was that bad. Not the fact that it was wrong in several ways. But maybe it was like God's plan. Maybe she was supposed to know...
Sam's POV:
Okay. First, let me explain to you that the whole thing was weird. But even though, I couldn't get the fact out of my head that Danny had said I as beautiful. I'd never heard that before. Not even by my parents, who, if they had mentioned it said something like, "Sam, honey, your beautiful without the black."
I'd just rolled my eyes then, but actually it hurt my feelings. And I wanted to know, was Danny telling the truth? Truth serum or not, I couldn't help but wonder just a little.
For five minutes I kept from saying it out loud. FIVE MINUTES! Aren't you proud. Until Jazz mentioned something about him being drugged, "So your telling the truth Danny!"
He nodded.
"And you think I'm...I'm..." I couldn't say it, he'd laughed and finished it from me, his new blond hair brushing over his forehead.
"Beautiful." He finished and Jazz rolled her eyes.
I stood shocked. Things were more colorful in my eyes at the second. The tree wasn't just a tree and I felt like climbing up and down it's branch.
I was beautiful.
Danny said so.
I love him so much.
"Well," Tucker interrupted, "I guess all that's left for my brother here is—" He stopped as Danny's face turned pale and his eyes widened. It looked a little funny from my point of view, but with that he fell face first to the floor.
I hadn't imagined Danny to have a hangover with out Tucker. And because if drinking. Not being drugged. But not under aged drinking.
But half of it was kind of funny. Although creepy. And half of me wanted to ask Danny a lot more about what he thought.
"Hangover." Jazz said, grabbing his feet. "Help me get him inside."
I'd grabbed his feet and Tucker grabbed his waist, heaving, "He's a lot heavier as Dash!" He sighed, "The last time we'd carried him up to his room was when he'd—"
Does Tucker ever listen? I punched him heard in the ribs and he clutched them, forgetting Danny's body to hold. He slumped down a little, but oddly as it may sound Danny seemed heavier with out Tucker there.
Jazz and I yanked Danny up on my bed and sighed. He snored loud, breathing blond hair off his eyes.
"So now what?" Jazz asked.
"Dash has Danny's body!" Tucker said.
"I know."
He sighed, laughing a little, "Funny?"
I shook my head with Jazz. "No." Tucker frowned.
"We've got to find Dash!" I sighed.
But the door to my room burst open and I sighed, shaking my head at myself for forgetting to shut the front door. "Or not.." I said, staring at the shadow that belonged to Danny once.
"This is–Jazz!" Dash breathed, ignoring his new body.
Jazz smiled, grinning beautifully. Although her lip gloss and makeup had been washed off by the rain outside.
I stared out the open window and suddenly a cold shill spread over the room. I spun backwards at Dash. He yelped, covering his mouth, "What the hell is this thing?" He said and I spun again towards the window.
Maybe I could have been quicker. But a cloaked figure made it's way through the opening and stared at four of us. He rolled his eyes at Danny, laying sleeping and snoring on my bed.
Two blank red eyes peered from the cloaks opening and a wide smile appeared from his face, which you couldn't see.
He lifted up his hands, which were rotted with green skin and tiled his head backwards.
In an instant, the ghost and Danny's body, Dash, was gone.
Candy- Thanks for all the reviews on the next chapter. I'm gonna start an new story alos. Tell me which you'd read from the choices below:
Both are Sam x Danny!
Choice #1: Danny, Sam, Dash, Tucker, Valerie, and Paulina are trapped inside a board game (this is simalir to the story Jumi-ji) and the only way to stop everything from happening is if you beat the game. If you don't win in the end, every player dies. Well, this is the situation that the six teenagers are in. Will they make it out alive? (S X D)
Choice #2: Danny and Sam end up in a beauty pagent for Amity Park. Only, Danny is disguised as a girl to go undercover to figure out what really is going on behind the scenes at the pagent. With the help of Sam and Tucker, he can figure it out, but something is going on with Sam that even Danny can't figure out. (S x D)
So far I have these votes: C1:III C2: IIIII
