NOTES!

By: Secret Sparkle

Disclaimer: Seriously, people! Would I be here if I owned DP? I hope not! Wait- that SO came out wrong… What I meant was this: I don't own DP. Never have, wish I did.

Midnight, my alter-ego who I technically own. SO NO TOUCHIE (w/out my permission)!

Danny

Sam

Tucker

xDPx

Hi. Am I the only bored person?

Join the club.

Okay. Tuck?

Uh… I don't think so… Valerie's hot.

That's lovely to know.

Yeah, Tuck. We just HAD to know that.

I thought you liked Valerie.

I thought you- hey! Sam! I was gonna say that!

Too bad, I got to it first.

Okay… Well, I got over her. I figured that she had her chance and now I'm fairly sure that it won't work.

Woah… Why do I call you clueless?

Maybe because you

I'm not about to let you finish that sentence, Foley.

I'd be scared if I was you, Tucker. She sounds like she's getting ready to arrange a date between you and Mr. Boot.

You read my mind, ghost boy.

Don't do that! What if somebody finds this and reads it?!

Well then we'll just say that it's an inside joke.

Huh… I guess that'd work.

What're we talking about… oh… Yeah… It probably would work.

Yeah… Tuck, why does Sam call me clueless?

Because she-

I said no. You will listen. You have a date with Mr. Boot right after school.

Dang it! Sam, you should really tell him. Seriously.

No.

Tell me what?

It's nothing Danny.

Okay. Tuck, don't forget your date, Mr. Boot might not be too happy if you do.

Fine. Lancer!

Hi everybody.

Hey Midnight.

I'm not here.

What's wrong with him?

He's got a date with Mr. Boot after school.

Yeah. I'm joining the conversation again now, cuz it's not fun just sitting here.

Okay.

You know, I almost feel bad for Tuck. But I'm gonna watch the show and laugh all the same.

Ditto.

I may not be watching, but I'll certainly be laughing.

What's the answer to number three?

5.

Thanks.

No prob. Has anyone gotten to number eight yet? I don't get it.

I don't get it either, and I wouldn't rely on Danny to get it.

I'm not even on number 5 so don't ask me. Try Tuck.

Don't. If you and I don't get it, Tuck won't get it. And if Tuck doesn't get it, Danny most certainly won't. Well… Sometimes he will. But not usually.

Sam. We're passing notes, not paragraphs.

That wasn't a paragraph, Danny. Okay, I'll just try to work number eight out.

Midnight, if that wasn't a paragraph then what is?

Something about five sentences or longer. Some teachers (pushovers) say that three is enough, though.

Oh… That was five sentences!

No, it was four. I knew that you were lacking in the math department, but I didn't know that it was THAT bad.

Yeah. You really need a tutor, but don't look at me.

Why not?

I'm already tutoring someone.

Who?

I'm not telling and almost nothing you do will make me tell. Almost is the key word and I don't think that that sentence sounds quite right.

Okay…

Sam?

Waiting.

One: will you tutor me? And Two: waiting for what?

In order: Yes, and I was waiting for you 2 ask me whatever the heck you were gonna ask me.

Oh. Okay. Lancer!

xDPx

And thus ends this piece. I don't know where I got it, and I hope that you like it. Yes. Until my next whatchamacallit,

Secret. And Midnight, who played a starring role in this fic. Yay for her! –claps wildly-