Don't ask me what this is or why ir exists because I do not have a damn clue.
Disclaimer: I do not own Every Witch Way. This story borders on being rated M, so be warned. And this is in no way intended to be offensive to anyone. It's purely good ole fashioned Dawniel humor.
"This is so not fair!" Miller whined as he was dragged into the holding cell block of Miami PD. He had just been arrested for being found doing something that was harmless, though a little brave. Instead of his rountine stalking regime he had gently pried open his ex-girlfriend's bedroom window and removed the clothing of his lower half, shaking things and twerking above her sleeping form as he sung 'The Clap'.
He didn't get why Mr. Alonso called the cops. She didn't wake up!
"Shut the fuck up you scumbag." The cop growled. Daniel frowned; that wasn't nice. He hadn't harmed her. He didn't actually plan to give Emma the clap! He didn't have it.
The guard shoved Daniel into the cell and slid it shut, locking it into place and leaving him there. Naturally, the beanstalk began to cry, not noticing the roomate he had.
"Damn. What're you in here for, hun?" The slightly feminine voice called from the beds. Startled, he turned to see a guy with purple hair, red parachute pants, a striped shirt and suspenders on. He looked like a clown.
"I-I got caught stalking." He didn't feel ashamed. Just, highly attracted to this fashionable man. His cheeks were burning.
"Ah, I see. Andrew, by the way. Same here. My boyfriend turned out to be bi, so when he dumped me I installed cameras in his girlfriend's home. Don't get why that's illegal. Watching them have sex is no different than the tapes we made, together."
"I'm Daniel. And it isn't! Just like me twerking over my ex girlfriend is no different than her dancing with Jax." Danny boy wrinkled his nose at the thought of the far more attractive man.
"Oh." Andrew's face fell. "You're straight."
"I-I mean. I dunno. I've never... Tried anything. Not even really with girls."
"I can change that."
By the time his mom bailed him out and... Ensured it'd all be swept under the rug, Daniel had three things. The clap, a leaking asshole, and the knowledge of what it was like to have anal sex while someone scream-sang Bad Romance by Lady Gaga.