Links in the Chain
By Lacey52
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A note: Everyone really liked Tucker's journal, and this chapter just needed to be a journal entry or two. Hope you don't mind me using this plot trick twice in so few chapters…it was just screaming at me to be from Tucker's point of view.
Ack…It ended up being shorter than I thought…oh well, you'll just have to deal with it and I hope that you don't hate me, 'cause I love you all! I had already said that my chapters will only be as long as I need them to be to get across my point, or the needed information...Any typos are necessary, as it is Tucker's journal...he's not going to be a hundred percent accurate all the time. ;) (That's just my way to save myself from having to read over this chapter too closely, lol...I'm so lazy today!)
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Chapter Fourteen: Consequences
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Wednesday, July 22nd
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Yeah, so I'm writing in this a little early today, but it's no big deal. After yesterday, man, I'm bushed. I can only imagine how Sam is feeling. She got knocked around a heck of a lot more than I did in that stupid mosh pit.
Still, she's sitting right in front of me and chatting it up with Danny while we sit inside at the Nasty Burger, enjoying the air conditioning as opposed to being out in the heat. Can you believe it's over a hundred degrees down in the Southern states? It's about eighty seven right now and I'm dying. I can't even imagine what it's like down in Texas or Georgia or somewhere like that.
I didn't really get the chance to write about yesterday, but there isn't a lot to say. We went to the concert, had a blast, but Sam got lost in the mosh pit. The giant, oversized, unruly mosh pit of doom is a much better way to phrase it.
Danny had been getting worried, but all of a sudden he just called out her name and shot into the mosh pit looking for her. It only took him a couple of minutes, and that was strange now that I sit here and think about it and watch the two of them.
He really shouldn't have been able to find her that fast, but I can't say I'm too surprised. Back in fourth and fifth grade, the kids figured out that if they teased Sam enough she'd just 'call' for Danny to come and save her from them. Not that she needed saving, or at least that's what she'd say…
So, she'd call him and he'd come and the kids would stop teasing them. I guess teasing two people isn't as much fun as a single target, but who knows? I have no clue why those other kids thought that torturing Sam every other day was fun.
Sam had to of called Danny yesterday, there's no other explanation really. Back in elementary Sam would call him and he'd know almost exactly where to go. He knew where to go obviously, since he was in and out of that crowd in less than five minutes. I don't think they even realized what happened this time.
I've always wondered what it was like to be able to mentally tug on someone else's mind. Curiosity probably shouldn't eat at me so much, but I bugged Sam into telling me all about it once.
She said that it was more a mental shout than anything. That they didn't think anything specific, though it helped her to think Danny's name when she called him. Sam told me that she would just 'feel' for their link and give it a nudge. A mental shout for him that hurt her head the first couple of times she did it, but grew used to over time.
The more she used it, the less it bothered her and the easier it was for her to do. I wonder if she felt the pain this time. The more I think about it, the more I think about the day at the arcade when Danny just took off and left me, and then I saw him walking back with Sam, hand in hand. She didn't even notice it.
Sometimes I think that Sam gets way more shook up by things than she even allows herself to acknowledge…man I think I've been getting Jazz's vibes lately or something. Note to self, see Jazz less, play video games more.
We didn't even meet up until about two hours ago. We met at Sam's house around noon, but decided it was way too hot to do anything after we had walked a couple of blocks. Nasty Burger was just around the corner, so drinks and fries it was.
So here we sit an hour and a half later, and Danny and Sam have been talking nonstop nearly the entire time. The only times they stop talking to each other are to glance around with some weird look on their face, but that's just them I guess. They can be so weird.
Well, if anything else interesting happens today, like if they actually take notice of me, their handsome, brave, wonderful, and yet still modest, best friend, I'll just write some more…though I doubt it. Time for some gaming. Tucker out.
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5:47 P.M., Wednesday 22nd
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Holy psychics Batman!
Alright now that I got that out of my system…
I totally just figured out what's going on with Danny and Sam. I thought they were being all mushy just because he saved her from the big, bad crowd, but it was just the opposite.
We were at the Nasty Burger until about 2:30ish, and then we finally decided to head over to the arcade. They were still talking. On and on and on about absolutely nothing and it was driving me insane.
And that's when it clicked, but I didn't have time to write it down. I've finally puzzled it all out and know exactly what's going on. They weren't being all mushy and having their 'moments' like they always do. They were talking because they were nervous!
They were talking about everything but the link and what happened at the concert last night. It was obvious now that I think about it, and I can't believe I missed it in the first place.
Sam knows what she did, that's why she keeps sending those guilty little glances around the room like someone is going to jump out and accuse her. Danny just keeps looking around worriedly, like he's going to have to catch the guy who's going to jump out and accuse Sam, because the guy will turn into some evil monster from their past. He obviously is aware of what happened too.
Those two are pathetic, really.
I don't know if I should say anything to them or not. It might help them out, or it might just blow up in my face. Right now, I'm thinking that I'll just let them come to me. It always works that way, even if it takes them for forever…
They really need to talk to each other about this. They were still talking to each other when I gave up and headed home. It was a discussion about shoelace tips of all things. Could they get anymore desperate to ignore the obvious?
Man, I wish I had had a video recorder today. This so would have been the perfect blackmail day. Danny would accidentally brush against Sam while they were blathering on and they would both jump about five feet apart.
Oh, the best part though was at the arcade when Sam went to grab the soda Danny had sitting on the countertop beside his controls. They did the classic 'reach for something at the same time' thing. The blush was great, but the stammering was just awesome. It went something like this:
"I'm sorry!"
"I'm sorry!"
A pause and then…
"No, really, I shouldn't have been trying to steal your soda."
"No, it's fine. I just didn't expect…"
Another pause…
"I really didn't mean to…"
"I don't mind…"
And of course this is an insert blush here moment.
"Sorry!"
"Sorry!"
I swear those two went through so many rounds of trying to one up the other on saying sorry that everyone around us was staring. It might have had something to do with me twitching around on the floor as I had collapsed against the wall laughing…but I'd like to think it was the two of them.
Anyways, I just think they need to talk about it. Danny probably won't, but that's a normal thing. It let's me know that he's still sane. Sam, though…she's usually a lot more direct, and this is really worrying me.
Meh, I guess I can't worry about it too much. I'll start acting weird too if I do, and Danny and Sam both need for me to stay sane for them. There isn't too much left in this town that can be considered sane and I'm just hoping to qualify, not pass with flying colors.
Well, I suppose I had better finish this up so I can eat some dinner. I smell the roast, and my stomach is begging for the meaty goodness of it. We'll have to see how it all works out with the 'Odd Couple.' I'm going to have to start saving some of this on my actual hard drive or I'm going to run out of room…better do that right now. Tucker out.
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If I had someone to bet with, I'd bet twenty bucks that it'll be Sam that comes to me first to talk about it…I hope I don't end up owing myself twenty dollars….