Hi, there. Before I begin I'd like to say thanks to ferretgirlsz and yami kirsty for being the only people that reviewed. You guys don't love me anymore D: But thankyou to those who added this story to their favourites aswell. Anyway, time for the disclaimer.
Xan: SL-nee-sama doesn't own The Saga of Darren Shan or any of it's characters. Or me.
SL: Yes, I do own you T_T
Xan: No, you don't. I belong to Darren.
SL: ...yeah, you believe that.
"Darren, what has happened to you?" Mr. Crepsley asked.
Daryl shrugged and laughed awkwardly. "I'm a girl now, I guess. Call me Daryl."
"Well, um, okay, Daryl."
Ribbit! Ribbit!
"What's that?" Daryl enquired.
Ribbit! Ribbit!
Then she saw it. There was a frog on the floor, looking up at her. There was something weird about this frog, she noticed. It kind of reminded her of-
Ribbit! Ribbit!
"Okay, little guy," Daryl laughed. "Let's go find out who you belong to."
Daryl decided she would show the frog to Evra first – maybe he'd help her find the frog's owner. But Evra wasn't in his tent. Daryl couldn't find him anywhere. So instead she went to find Xan.
"Hey, Xan," Daryl said. "Have you seen Evra?"
"Why, yes I have." Xan replied. Oh no, Daryl thought. She has her Cheshire cat smile on her face – that's never a good sign.
"Well, where is he?" Daryl asked.
"Where is he?" Xan repeated. "Why, Daryl, I think he is here among us."
"What do you mean-?"
"Look inside the palm of your hand."
Daryl's eyes fell to her cupped hands. Inside them was the scalely green creature she had picked up earlier. It took her a while to realize what Xan was getting at but when she did, she cried, "Xan, you didn't!"
"I did." Xan smirked.
"Change him back!" Daryl exclaimed.
"Oh, I can't change him back," Xan chuckled. "Daryl, have you heard the story of the princess and the frog?"
"Yeah, but what does that have to do with…?" Darren gagged when he realized what Xan was referring to. "Ew, you mean I have to…?"
Xan nodded.
Daryl lifted the frog up to her face and muttered, "Evra, you owe me big time." before pursing her lips and planting one on the frog-boy.
"Hey, Daryl. Thanks again for changing me back." Evra smiled.
"Thanks isn't going to cut it, you owe me." Daryl replied.
"But you liked it, right?" Evra winked.
Daryl tried to hide her blush. "Ew, no! It was vile – you were a frog!"
"But if I weren't, you would've loved it." Evra grinned.
Daryl pushed him playfully. "You wish!"
"Oh, yeah? How about you plant one on me right now?"
Xan was in between them faster than the speed of light once she heard that.
"Daryl won't be planting one on anyone, especially not a disgusting snake-boy like you. Now we've got a tonne of chores to do so quit flapping your jaws."