Either that, or I work the streets for a couple nights... se? See what teh schools are teaching us? Well, if you see a tall, skinny, brunette, with a white belly ring, pick me up, loan me cash. Thanks...
Damn, joke. It was a joke my dears. I'm not working the streets for formal money... just for spending money. Kaythanks.
Anyways, uhm, I just sent in my next chapter on "Reality Sucks", so read, review and be happy... so, anyways... even though I have like 20 reviews on four chapters, I'll humor
Chapter Five
Seeing Colours Upside Down
Danny blinked in his bed, walking up staring down at the tiled floor with confusion. He let his body hang there as he watched the last of the bright pink paint dribble from behind the walls and disapear under the bed. He blinked vaguley remembering hearing October and Grey's voice. Than, a raspy one, female. She sounded angry, but somewhat calm, and the rest of his memory faded. He remembered nothind and felt the blood rush up to his head as he let himself hang upside down, blinking confused.
There was a bit of a shadow at the door and the clasp of a flat shoe on the tile sent his eyes towards the doorframe. Jazz Fenton, messy red-hair in a large mop atop her head and deep bags under her eyes, looked almost as bad as her brother. At the sight of seeing her brother upside down, she forced a sort of curisous smile. Shutting the door quietly, she leaned aganist the now white walls and huffed. "Danny?" She asked her brother, leaning aganist the wall with her arms crossed. There was a bit of a wavery feeling to her tone, and she eyed him with pity.
"Yeah?" Danny blinked, he did not pull himself up from dangling above the tile, and showed no intentions of doing so. His sister huffed once again. She had never liked things out of place or not to her liking, and he could tell she didn't exactly fancy her sick brother hanging upside down in his hospital bed.
"What are you doing?"
Danny heaved. To be quite honest, he wasn't completely sure, an he shrugged to her with is slim shoudlers. "Hanging, I guess."
"You guess?" She remained leaning on the wall, watching her little brother let his body hang. "Are you going to pull yourself up from hanging?" A tired glase ran across her eyes and Danny could sence she wasn't expecting a completely normal answer, and he knew he couldn't exactly give her one. Jazz sighed. "Sam, Tucker, and 'Pervert' and Co., are out there to" she paused, thinking it over and exhaling. Dash and his friends weren't the type to 'visit' some one like Danny, and she continued, choosing her words carefully. "See you."
"Pervert and Co.?" He asked his sister carefully.
Jazz blew a strand of red hair out of her eyes. She put her hands on her hips and pointed to the door. "Baxter," she started, reffering to Dash by his lst name, "is a freshman. I, am a junior." She rasied an eyebrow completely serious, "does he have a thing for older chicks, or is he just totally infauated with my ass?" Danny gagged, and Jazz chuckled slightly. She nodded towards her brother and waited for him to pull himself up, but when he didn't, she sighed and poked her head out the door. The teenaers came in, and Jazz shut the door loudly. It was Dash who was the first to talk.
"You owe me a weeks worth of homework, Fenton. Don't think I'm going to fall for this whole 'Look at me I'm dying bull!'"
Danny blinked and he shot his eyes up at his sister, letting his voice crack like a yougn child, "Dying?"
Sam shook her head, "Don't listen to Stupid over there." And Dash chuckled to himself at scaring his classmate. But Danny paid no attention to the football star and his giggling possie. Instead, his focus was on Sam, and he watched her from his view upside down. Her eyes looked somewhat sunken and the deep black bags were not becasue of her heavy eyeliner. There was somethign about her that looked tired, completely fixated on somethign else besides Dash making a joke. Her eyes caught his and he looked away, back towards the white tiled ground.
Dash stopped chuckling and tossed several blank pages across te room. "But serisouly."
It was Valerie who knelt down and titled her head as if she were dangling with Danny as well. "Why, Danny, are you hanging upside down?"
The raven haired boy became suddendly embarrased. He blushed and laughed nervously while eying the teenagers around him slowly. He lifted up his arms and began to push himself up. But his arms gave in and they collapsed, sending his body flying back down to the metal bars around his bedside. The others blinked, and Danny did the same, barley moving in his own astonishment.
"Sam," Danny echoed quicky from hanging below his bed, "could you come here a seond?" The dark haried fourteen year old girl moved to his spot and kneeled, raising an eye brow and tilting her hea to one side. "Am I on something?"
Sam winced, "I'd hope not, Danny." And she stopped, eying him from haning over her. "What are you doing hanging upside down like that? You have to be feeling light headed." Again, there was a bit of a puase and she raised a rather bushy black ahired eyebrow, "Are you on something?"
"Jazz," Tucker asked the redhead still leaning on the door. "What kind of medication did the doctors give him?" There was a twitch in his eye and he kind of tossed her a nervous smile, hoping it wasn't anything serisous.
"Medical marijuana?" Sam said, only half jokingly as she watched the dased look in her friend's eyes. She knew that he had not been given any drugs like that, but the look in his eyes made her a bit worried. "Are you okay Danny?"
Danny tried to lift himself upwards again, unsuccessfully. He whispered to Sam, embarrassed for the others to hear, "I don't think I can pull myself up."
"Do you want me to--" "No," Danny mumbled, shifting his eyes and making sure that Dash and his friends couldn't hear. "I'll be fine." His face reddened and he looked up towards Jazz.
"I think he's tired?" Sam said, giving Jazz and Tucker a nod towards the door. The others turned, Dash reminding Danny once more about his unfinished homework papers. After they were all out of the room, it was Jazz that gave Danny a slight eyebrow raise. But she shrugged, and turned to leave.
Danny looked up, and the door shut as he watched Jazz's back disapear behind he door, covered in the unseen pink paint. The wall however, had remained a pale white.
So Dany hung, blinking at the tile and wondering how lon he could lay here before he found the strength to pull himself up from the hold gravity pushed on him. He blinked, feeling his head throb and his throat begin to clog. His torso became suddendly as weak, and he flopped off the bed, landing on the floor with a hard thud. When he sat up slowly, he clutched his head despreatly. Throbbing and heavy, he lay down on the tile and pulled the cold and stiff blanket off his bed, so the landed on top him like a shivering child.
He eyes his fingers. Hands shaking and head about to explode, he blinked and felt a sudden wave of naesua sweep over him like a beach. "Nurse!" He tried to yell, but his voice was raspy and thin and he let his head touch the tile tiredly.
"This is your fault, October." Grey blinked about the window of Dany Fenton's hospital room. October sighed, staring at the boy on the floor with complete admiration.
"He's adorable, Grey." And Grey huffed, watching his eyes dart around like fireworks. "There's something about his that is so- yummy."
Grey rolled his eyes. "October! We have hardly five hours to get him out of this hospital to our friggen Boss! And yet, October the Slut, has to go falling for this guy!" He narrowed his eyebrows and sighed slowly. "What makes him any different from every other guy?" But October didn't budge. Her shoulders shrunk and she turned to Grey slowly.
"What do you think he wants to do with him?" She asked with a sigh. And Grey shrugged, for once in his life, not completely knowing.
And yet a sweep of courage came over him, he turned to October, ready to open his mouth and ask her what he'd been dying to for ages. But he was stopped short. Two dark shadows stole out from behind the dark trees and grasped both October and Grey by their thin waists, yanking them under the ground, back into the depths of the Gost Zone.
Candeh: Uh, I recently signed up with for Danny Phanom, but my computer is a mac, and it's paint deprived. So, I'm there, level like- 0- with a scary clown as an icon. God knows I hate clowns...So, if you see a user practically annoying everyone... theres me. Heheh... sorry about that.
Uh, I'm on an updating streak, so I'm probablly gonna go ove my other fics...