Oh, yay, I got a lot more reviews on this one than I expected. Of course, that also happened with The Elevator Game, but cool things can happen with humor stories.

Did you all like that sneak peek? There's an even better one at the bottom of this chapter for chapter three. Also, this is one of my few stories that actually doesn't have chapter names as you could probably guess. (I didn't mean to put one on the sneak peek. I was mixing it up with another story called Even In Death)

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Chapter One

"I'm sorry," he said quickly, standing up. He held out his hand but I stood up on my own and brushed a rock off my shirt. "I'm really sorry."

"What was that for?" I asked, raising my hand to brush my hair away from my face. He flinched and ducked away and then looked relieved. "What?" I asked.

"Nothing," he said. "I thought you were going to hit me."

"Are you afraid of a girl hitting you?" I asked, amused.

"No," he said firmly. "I just thought you were."

"Were what?" I asked.

"Going to hit me," he said.

"Oh, I wouldn't do that. I don't know you," I said. I blew upwards with my mouth to get the last piece of hair away. It didn't work unfortunately.

"So you hit people you do know?" he asked.

"I don't hit anybody," I said. "Why are you so worried that I'm going to hit you?"

"I didn't say that," he argued.

I blew up again to no luck. "I'm not going to hit you okay?"

"Okay," he said.

I swung my hand around and inched it by his face. He ducked instinctively and I brought it back, giving him a look.

"I'M….NOT….GOING……TO….HIT….YOU!" I said, slowly.

"Than what was that for?" he asked, standing up again.

"I was testing you."

"What's your name?"

"That was random," I said, getting frustrated.

"What was random?" he asked, stupidly.

"Ugh. Never mind." I turned around for a minute and then back. He was still staring at me. He did that thing with his head again and he really did remind me of a cat…with less gracefulness. "Are you always this weird?"

"I don't know. Am I?" he asked, smiling.

"You're doing this just to annoy me, aren't you?" I asked.

"Maybe…" he said, laughing.

"Daniel!" shouted a voice.

His facial expression made me laugh. He put on a high pitched voice and rolled his eyes. "Jazmine…"
"What are you doing?" someone asked. I turned around to see a red headed girl walk up to us.

"I was talking before someone interrupted," he muttered.

The girl glared at him, her blue-green eyes flashing dangerously. She turned to me, a happier look on her face. "I'm Jazmine. Jazz."

"Let's all jump for joy," he mumbled. She either didn't hear him or ignored him, but I tried fighting back a laugh.

"Sam," I said, rather shyly.

"Are you new?" she asked.

"Yeah, we just moved," I replied.

"Really? Us too," he said.

"We didn't move stupid, mom and dad just put up that idiotic thing so they could research more annoying stuff," she said.

"Whatever," he replied.

She smacked her forehead, turning away, and I watched him do the same thing. I smiled. "You guys are brother and sister."

"Legally, yes," she grumbled.

"Go away Jazz," he said.

"Why? So you can flirt?" She giggled and he went rather red. He dove for her but she dodged away and then started skipping, singing one of those stupid songs. "Danny and Sam, sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g."

"She's weird," I stated.

He looked at me and did the cat head cock thing again. "Thank you. I get yelled at for saying that. But guess what?"

"What?" I asked.

"I know where her stuffed animals are," he said mischievously.

"What are you going to do?"

"Rip their heads off," he said.

"Wow," I said. I had run my mind past that thought, but I'd never thought he'd be so devilish. Then again, he didn't seem so innocent.

"Are you bored?" he asked.

"With what?" I asked.

He jumped up onto the monkey bars again and swung over to the center, lifting himself up onto two of them.

"I don't know, it was a yes or no question," he said.

"I guess, with certain things," I said. "But Daniel—"

"No!" he suddenly shouted. I stared at him expectantly. "That is not my name."

"But that's what Jazz called you," I pointed out.

"Jazz is a twit," he said. He moved his legs, curling them around the bars, and then leaned down again so that he was hanging upside down.

"So what is your name then?" I asked.

"It's Danny," he said.

"Then we're even. You don't call me Samantha, and I won't call you Daniel," I said, holding out my hand. He shook it, nodding.

"Danny and Sam."

I titled my head, trying to get into his angle. "Is it fun up there?"

"Yep."

"Really?" I asked. I climbed up on one of the ladder posts.

"Yep."

I climbed up further up on the top, a couple of bars away from him, and then turned around upside down, facing him. It was quite fun.

"It feels like you're flying," I said.

"Yep."

………………………………………

I turned around, recalling the memory a week ahead of when I actually wrote the note to him. I couldn't believe it. I could barely recall hiding it here.

Danny and Tucker stared at me expectantly. There was no possible way I was ever going to let them read the note….especially Danny.

I bit my lip. "Danny, do you remember how we met?"

He blinked rapidly. "Where did that come from?"

"Just…memories," she said.

"I fell off the monkey bars and fell on top of you," he said. "What is this about?" He cocked his head and I burst into laughter.

"You still do that," I said.

"What?" he asked.

"All in favor that Sam's lost her mind?" Tucker asked, raising his hand.

Then it hit me. Reading on, I noticed one name. I'd met Danny, Jazz, Paulina, and Dash. But I still had yet to meet Tucker.

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Oooh… If meeting Danny wasn't interesting, maybe meeting Tucker will set your suede. Either way, chapter two coming soon!

Next chapter: Danny, Sam, and Tucker form a strange but true friendship. And not only does Sam meet Tucker, but Danny's parents. Please R&R!

Here's your sneak peek!

Chapter Two

"Get down, get down!" he said, rushing towards us. I ducked down behind the couch and tried not to punch Tucker when he stepped on my foot doing the same thing. Danny shoved in beside me and brought out a medium sized, rectangular mirror and held it up, out of sight, but so that we could see what was going on behind us.

Jazz walked up the stairs, humming to herself. Her hair bounced along with her and all three of us tried not to laugh.

Danny held up his free hand. "Five….four….three…two…" He put a finger down for each count. "On—"

"Danny!"

Poor Jazz. Danny seems to be an evil little brother. I used his bad little plot from the episode "Fright Knight," if that gives you any ideas.

Lateraina Wolf