Danny walked into school the next day, a sigh on his lips. Tucker met him by his locker.
"Earth to Danny?" No response, Danny was mechanically pulling books out of his locker, by some miracle they were the right books, but that's beside the point. "Danny?" Tucker waved a mocha hand in front of his best friend's glazed over eyes. "Danny?" No response. Danny was now just standing in front of his locker, staring at the back. "DANNY!" Tucker gave his friend a smack on the forhead with his fingertips. Danny jumped and started back, taking a kung-fu position.
"Calm," Tucker said slowly, moving his hands down and up again in front of his chest.
"If you want calm don't scare me like that!" Danny replied, standing normally and going to shut his locker.
"I'm sorry, but you were just standing there, staring off into space, and we've got class in two minutes!" Tucker exclaimed.
"Oh," Danny sounded embarrassed. "Sorry."
"I'll take that apolagy if you tell me who you were thinking about." Tucker not-so-subtly hinted, giving his friend a nudge in the ribs with his elbow.
"It's no one Tuck."
"I'll just ask then!" Tucker exclaimed, forgetting for a moment that he had no idea who it could possibly be.
"Go ahead," Danny had forgotten too, "You can't understand her anyway." Danny's eyes widened and he clamped a hand over his mouth as Tucker stopped dead in his tracks.
"It was . . . SAM?" Tucker shouted, a smile crossing his lips and a laugh bursting through.
"Yes, now shut up!" Danny growled as he dropped into his seat in front of Tucker in History.
"Fine, but I will tease you about this when we're alone." Tucker stuck his tongue out. A piece of balled up paper whacked him in the forehead. Tucker read the note, scribbled something down and chucked it back.
The teacher began to drone, but no one paid attention, it was a miracle they were all passing, yet somehow they were. The piece of paper flew back. Tucker's green eyes flew across the page and a look of rage crossed it. He angrily scribbled something back. When it returned for the third time, Danny grabbed it before his friend.
"Damn ghost reflexes." Tucker hissed.
You're so mature Tucker. NOT.
And I care what you think because????
Because I know of a girl who would love to date you, but, apparently you're not interested.
I AM!
No, you're not.
The second writing was obviously Tucker's neat prescise letters, but Danny didn't know which person the messy scrawl belonged too.
Tucker grabbed it back, Danny read what he wrote over his shoulder.
I am too. A trade, maybe. I can tell you someone who likes you if you tell me. He threw it. Danny looked, but could not see who it went to.
It came back, landing squarely between his eye and the lens of his glasses. Me? Yeah, right. No one likes me. I'm the freak, remember?
Tucker snorted. "Freak, got that right."
Seriously. I can tell you. L. Danny figured out that the 'L' must be the first letter of the persons name.
Clever, clever Tucker. But it won't work. Tucker smirked. "It will work. Just you watch. So, Jazz told me you took Sam home last night. What happened?"
It will work. E.
"Well, I actually flew her home. On the way over, we got into an argument on whether or not I would let her fall."
My will is much stronger than yours.
Oh, I know, but I'm giving you the persons name. So you must automatically give me the name. I.
"I wouldn't, of course, but she didn't know that. So, she jumped."
That's not the way it works.
Yes, it is. N.
"I caught her, and thought that she was sucidal, but she wouldn't have been harmed. Anyway, I set her down on her balcony."
No, it's really not, I wouldn't put it pass you to pay some person, just to use their name.
Do you really believe that I would do that? A.
"And I asked her if I got a reward for saving her. She just shut her doors. I came home." Danny finished his story.
Yes.
So little faith. Tucker wrote with a sigh. He threw it back without a letter.
"Is the whole name spelled?" Danny asked, a little confused.
"No, I'll give the last letter later." Tucker said, "Thirty seconds to the bell." He whispered to Danny. Danny whispered to the next person, and that person to the next. Soon the whole class knew. When it came to the last person, the bell rang.
"Perfect timing as always." Danny commented as he headed to P.E.
"It is me. And I am pefect." Shameless, are we Tucker. Sam commented to Danny, coming up beside him.
"SAMMY!" Tucker cried, delighted. Sam glared murder at him, he appeared not to notice. "So, do you want your last letter now?" Danny just about choked. Tucker had been writing to Sam. Gulp. That meant . . . oh, was he ever going to throttle Tucker later. Sam rolled her eyes at Tucker, but he continued anyway. "It's D." Tucker disappeared into the changeroom.
Sam walked off without a second glance, but Danny knew that he had been duped, the first letter Tucker had written had been the last letter of his real name. Daniel.
Contrary to popular belief, I have been working on this story. Insparation has just been slow, but I decided to wake up my muses. They're not happy with me, but they are cooperating. The content of this chapter is probably really poor. But, you got your chapter. Don't complain.
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