Divine-Red-Crayon: AW! Sweet! My mom's horse just had her foal so I'm all excited too!
Ransomed Heart: YES! Another Matchbox to the 20 fan! ((laughs)) very rare to find them you know. ((sighs)) I just love Robby - to bad he's about twelve or so years older than me and married - but I don't like that new song 'Lonely No More' too much. Rob sounds goody es, he always does, but it's a little too pop-y for my taste. Wishing Rob would stop this stupid solo attempted and get back with the rest of the band...what do you think?
Unlikely-to-bear-it: If it makes you fell any better, I don't think I'm going, but a friend of mine got a back stage pass, so I'm just simmering in jealousy over here...and running a betting pool on how fast it'll take her to get a restraining order against Billy Martin. Now, me on the other hand, I'm the one with the twin fetish...
Kats02980416: Again, you've been reading my mind. So now life had given Danny a bit of a slap in the face, he's gonna start to have a wake up call.
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I was in shock, but a good shock, as I ran through the halls of the hospital to find a nurse, or someone, anyone! My loose sweat pants swished and kept sliding down my butt as I skidded about. What the - this place had been absolutely crawling with personel a few minutes ago! I came to terrific sliding stop at a nurses' station after tripping on the hems of my pants. I barely heard one of them ask if I was all right. I just sat up and yelled, "HE'S AWAKE!"
There was no need for them to ask who 'he' was, they just grabbed me and rushed into Danny's room, where he was glaring at his leg. I don't think he was too pleased to find that it was broken now; I was sure he last remembered it being one piece. Nurses took his vitals and checked charts and all sorts of other crap that I didn't know about but that was certainly important in the long run. I was just all smiles at Dan between the backsides of the women; he was glowering at first, sullenly letting himself be subjected to being taken care of.
I grinned as the doctors came in to be amazed and wonder at how Danny was back and functioning fully. I just kept smiling, smiling, smiling! Oh, there are just no words, really, to explain my elation; let's just out it this way - I was so happy that you could have trussed me up in pink and frills and I wouldn't have noticed. Yeah, I was that happy. But I was soon tossed from the room so they could begin more testing and interrogating Danny about how he felt. Tucker cam back with a cup of coffee in hand. I looked at me as if I'd lost my mind.
"Did I miss something?" he asked.
o-o-o
Well, that very evening we were allowed back into see Mr. Fenton and actually speak with him. I had, in light of the present situation, actually done more for my face than just slap eyeliner and polish in, but rather had gotten out the eyeshadow and hair clips. Full goth regalia, granted, but at least I looked good, or so I thought. I think Danny thought so too; he sat straight up when I entered...then clutched his ribs. Idiot. But a cute idiot.
I was all smiles again. This fact had Tucker nearly in stitches, Danny in quiet revelation and myself in sweet bliss. Life is good, Danny is alive. I'm a happy girl. So, someone, please tell me why I was resisting the urge to reach over and kiss Dan on the cheek. I wanted to hug him, yes, but his poor injured ribs...I was such a bad girl.
"So...Sammie..." Danny was looking me over and I was gnawing my lip as my pure joy abated slightly into apprehension. God I really wanted to - no! I couldn't! He was my best friend after all, right? I wish I could just say something, anything! But I was having trouble still pinning down the warm satisfied feeling in my stomach that was spreading slowly around and keeping me delightfully warm. I think I must have stopped breathing or something because the next thing I knew a very worried looking Danny was shaking my arm and wincing as he did so.
"Sorry." I said. "What were you talking about?"
"I asked, 'What's the occasion?', why are you all dressed up?"
"Can't a girl want to feel pretty?" I asked, stretching out my arms so the fishnet sleeves of my shirt stretched with them.
"That's not very-
"It's fine...just...different." Danny interrupted Tuck. He smiled and it was so honest I could almost feel my heart melt. I hope I didn't say that out loud. I leaned back in my chair (thank god my stomach was flat) and looked at my friend through lowered eyelids.
"Sex-ay." Tucker managed to say through a fit of giggles. I whacked him in retribution with my bag, which was very heavy, seeing as it was filled with all the things a girl needed to survive. Which my or may not included half of my CDs, a few novels, clothes, a CD player, reading light, GameBoy, make up, shoes and, of course, chocolate. My own personal home in a backpack, weighing in at about forty pounds, Tuck didn't stand a chance. Good thing Dan saved him.
My bag flew backwards out of my hands much to my surprise, landing safely near the entrance of Danny's bathroom. I glared playfully at him and he shrugged. I was doing everything playfully, I was playful, this does not sound like me, I know, but it was how I was feeling. Give me a break! Danny cleared his throat and I snapped back into reality once more.
"Tuck, can I speak to Sam...alone?" Danny asked, sounding unsure if himself. A silly smirk alighted Tucker's lips as he nodded. The door closed behind him, but we were both more than sure his ear was pressed against it. I motioned to the wooden thing and Danny nodded. I kicked the right spot and I heard an indignant cry of fury. I shook my head. "Can't trust him as far as you can throw him."
"Yeah, Sam, right before I woke up...what were you doing? I have the weirdest memories, almost like a dream...but not quite." Danny put a hand on his forehead. "I can't remember too much about what happened. All I remember is...nothing...but I got the strangest impression that I was being...stroked right before I got up. Does this make sense to you?"
Plenty. "No, not really, are you feeling ok?"
"Besides everything else?"
No, I want to know how you feel. "I want to know about everything."
"I feel like a pincushion - what did they inject me with, water?"
Well, how do you feel about me? Please, say anything. I have to know. "I think it was morphine or something like that."
"Well, it's not working."
I'll tell you what's not working, me doing all of this talking inside my head. "Are you sure you're ok?"
"Sammie..."
He said my name, he said my name, he said my name. "Yeah?"
"What were you doing right before I woke up."
I had my head buried in your shoulder and I was smelling you. I know it sounds crazy, but, believe me, it seemed logical at the moment. "I was just...fixing you blankets."
"Oh, really? Because, now that I think about, I have the most insane thing. I could have sworn you were smelling me."
Oh crap. Crappity crap crap, not good. "Uh..."
Danny's eyes narrowed. "Were you?"
I- how do you- it's just that- oh god his eyes are so pretty- where did that come from? Stop it! I couldn't think straight, my thoughts kept bouncing around, picking up random fragments and words. Like that eyes thing...well, they were such a nice shade of blue- ok, that has to stop now. "Uh...I, Danny, it's just that- STOP STARING AT ME!"
"That is a very nice necklace." I looked down. Oh yeah, black skull, I'd forgotten I was wearing it. But that wasn't the point! Danny's eyes were sliding out of focus somewhere around the area of my chest. I snapped my fingers. "Yo, Danny boy, earth to Dan."
"Uh, yeah! Anyway, if you tell me now, I promise not to trash house, show up at any of your poetry slams or tell the entire school that you, one Samantha Manson, goth, listen to and enjoy the pop-y and incredibly unpopular Good Charlotte." I could kill him, I really could right then. That smile though, oh god, I was losing it over a smile I'd seen about a hundred times. I wanted to reach over and kiss him again. Aw, look at that, I never notice he had a dimple-
Whoa, ok, that's enough, just confess and get it over with. He'll get it out of you eventually anyway. I sighed and held my hands up in defeat. "You got me Dan, I was seeing what hospital sheets smell like."
I wanted to bite my tongue! That wasn't true...it just came out and, shoot, his whole figure seemed to droop and, ugh, why, I - it's something, gah, I still couldn't string together a sentence. But Danny looked so disappointed and I was kicking myself on the inside. I. Am. Such. A. God. Damn. Loser. Why did I say that? I guess because by now, some part of me realized how much I did like Danny, and well, it was pushing me onward. But I couldn't say it out loud, girls just don't do that sort of thing, it's supposed to be the guy comes to you. And Danny wasn't coming...he thought I was pushing him away. Damn.
Some say that time changes
best friends can become strangers.
But I don't want that - no not for you. . .
. . . Don't say a word, I know you feel the same
just give me a sign; say anything, say anything
ANOTHER CHAPTER! yay! And I'm listening to the Chronicles as I type this little note. I know, you must think I'm crazy right now, but, well, I am...so deal. I mean, if it takes a bunch of GC songs to bring you this...then what should you complain about, huh? ((grins)) I've been falling away, falling away, falling away - yeah, ok, I'll shut up. - Dru