Oh my gosh, I am in tears. I posted this barely two days ago, and I already have so many Fav's Follows and Reviews! I can't believe this! I check my email in class, and I am reduced to tears at the pure shock and happiness! Thank you all so much for liking this, and please enjoy this chapter!
A week passed, and Tucker and Sam were convinced that Danny hated them, or just didn't like them enough to bother talking to them. "Come on Sam, do you wanna pass or not?" Tucker said, exasperatedly, as Sam refused to get a move on.
"Why can't we do it on our own? He hates us and we have to go to his house to do the work? Seriously?" Sam exclaimed.
"Just humor him, Sam." Tucker said, a bored look. "He may not be willing to talk with us, but he's the best english partner we've ever had. Suck it up and lets get a move on!" It wasn't often that Tucker was like this, but it did get Sam to start heading out.
Danny sat in the living room of his house, his sister Jaz sitting in front of him. She smiled and spoke slowly, getting faster and faster in her words as she did.
Danny watched her lips carefully, but became distracted as Jazz suddenly flinched. "Jazz?" He mouthed.
"Hold on, Danny. I think Sam and Tucker are here." She replied. She headed to the door and let the two teens in. Jazz then turned to Danny again, and said "Danny, go get your books while I clear off the table for you guys to work on. And I'll tell mom and dad that they're here."
Danny nodded and smiled, before hurrying up the stairs.
Jazz welcomed them inside, explained who she was, and then hurried off.
"Wow. He doesn't even talk to his own sister." Sam growled.
"Apparently." Tucker said, annoyed as well.
"Well of course he doesn't talk to his sister" A older female voice said from the stairs. "He doesn't talk to anyone, not even us."
Sam and Tucker turned to see what was apparently Danny's mother and father standing at the steps to the basement. "Why not?" Sam said, hotly. "Is he that disrespectful?"
The two adults seemed surprised. "Oh, haven't you figured it out?" Danny's father asked, confused.
"I mean you all have been working with him for at least a week now, no?"
"Figured out what?" The teens demanded.
Danny suddenly came downstairs, did some hand motions to his parents, who motioned something back, and then waved for the two other teens to follow him into the kitchen.
But before they could, Danny's mom placed a hands on their shoulders. "Danny's father and I ask of you not to judge our little boy so quickly. Watch how he does things, how he communicates even if you think that he doesn't. You'll see what we mean."