AN – Sorry for the lateness of this chapter, something called 'life' got in the way (with a midterm to boot!). So, to make up for that, I'm updating with 2 chapters!

This chapter is limerick, and I basically follow the AABBA rhyme scheme, with some attention, but not strict, on the rhythm. There's a new speaking character in this chapter, but I don't want to ruin the surprise… it should be obvious who it is, and the Ghost Writer says his name a stanza later…

L.O.V.E.

Chapter 5: Limerick

(GW) Next morning on Valentine's Day

To Danny, Tucker said (TF) Hey!

(GW) But he wasn't too pleased

In the kiss Danny seized.

He added, (TF) Dude, you're gonna pay.

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This mess that you made, don't you see?

Of hearts, you are juggling three.

I heard it all night,

But this isn't my fight,

So you've gotta fix it. (DF) Wait! 3?

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There's Valerie and Paulina.

But who else? Star? Nah!

Someone who's close to us…

Someone who'd make a fuss…

Since when has Sam entered the arena?

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(SM) Who's asking? The two-timing fool?

Kissing anyone just to be cool.

(DF) You know I didn't mean—

(SM) Oh I know what I've seen!

And so does the rest of the school!

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(GW) With that, Sam stormed down the hall,

Ignoring Danny's pleading call.

(DF) I blew it, didn't I?

(TF) You blew it, ghost guy,

But I'll help you get up from that fall.

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(GW) Danny smiled in appreciation

As I frowned in aggravation.

Invading my lair

A pain I must bear

As he's ruining my concentration.

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(K) Will you be my friend?

I'd love you to no end!

(GW) No, now why don't—?

(K) I really would! (GW) But I won't!

And he lashed out ere I could defend.

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Klemper's attack ice had soared

Creating a glitch in the board.

For when it had struck

Danny's world shortly stuck,

And the poem no more was ignored

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(DF) What is this? A poem? The Ghost Writer's back?

What happened to keyboard that I did sack?

It's been, I believe,

Since Christmas Eve

Well, now, dude, await my attack.

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(GW) Uh oh, said the writer hastening to type.

This won't end now, the time isn't ripe.

(DF) You're a little too late.

I'm coming. (GW) Oh great.

Now I have to listen to him gripe…