AN: Hey, how is everyone? Summer's almost here! It's gonna be fun! There may be more chapters, too! And to everyone putting up with the story, and the update times, I just wanna say...

Thank You

After class, Jazz caught Danny before he left. "Hey, Danny, are you gonna walk with Sam and Tucker today, or do you want a ride home?"

He considered her question. Most days, he would walk home with Sam and Tucker, but there were some he just wasn't feeling up to it, and would practically beg her for a ride. He could ask for a ride to the public library, see if they had any copies left, if they had lifted the ban, yet. He looked out the door of the class as he shoved his notebook into his backpack. Wait, of course! Why didn't he think of it before! He could just ask Andrew to lend him the copies- Oh, wait… The guy would probably never trust him with a book ever, and he didn't have any other classes with him… That just meant he would have to try after school. But just one problem, he didn't know where the guy lived. But, he knew someone who might.

He stood, and gave his sister a quick hug before leaving. "I'm gonna walk, thanks, Jazz! See ya at home!"

"Bye, Danny! Don't forget to drink lots of water! You'll get dehydrated!"

He sighed, nearly crashing into Star. She gave him a look of disdain, and sniffed, turning her nose up at him. He shook his head, and walked to his History class. He still didn't get why it was so important. You look at something that may or may not have happened, and never think about it again. Nothing to make such a big fuss over. Though it was good that he had his two best friends in this class.

Tucker took his bag off the seat next to him. "So, man, she gonna get you the books?"

Danny shook his head with a sigh. "No, she doesn't even have them. What kind of book nerd doesn't have those stupid old timey books?"

Sam shook her head, "That kinda sucks, but, I mean, there's always the public library!"

"No, me and my parents are banned. Jazz is only allowed back because they liked her before they knew who she was related to. I swear, she's probably gonna have that as a side job with her stupid brain science."

Tucker rose an eyebrow, "Dude. Why are you dissin' on your sister so much?"

He shrugged, "I don't know. I think it's cause I need these books and can't find them anywhere. Even if I got Jazz to go to the library, they'd probably all be out! And I do have one more option, but… I really don't wanna."

"Whatever it is can't be that bad."

"Yeah, I mean, what could possibly go wrong? By the way, Tucker, you never happened to hear around the grapevine where Riter moved into, did you?"

Tucker nodded, giving him a suspicious look. "Yeah, that old empty house on Dash's block. Why?"

Sam narrowed her eyes at the youngest of her two friends, "Danny, what are you planning?"

He put a hand to his chest in mock offense, "Me? Planning something? Why, Sammy! Honestly, that is blasphemy! Why on earth would you ever think poor innocent little ole' me would plan something?"

She shrugged, putting a finger to her chin as she pretended to think about it. "Huh, I dunno, maybe because you're an evil demon who nobody should ever trust?"

He shook his head, "Rude, Sammy. Rude."

As the bell rang for class, Mr. Roberts called out. "Now, now, children, settle down. Now that everyone is properly settled into the swing of things, I think we can officially start our unit on Ancient Greece."

A collective groan came from the students, while Mr. Roberts sighed, "Really, it's not that bad. I mean, their mythology is quite interesting! Where do you think Medusa came from?"

Paulina scoffed, fixing her lipstick in her baby blue compact. "Obviously, from somewhere hideous, judging by her looks. I mean, snake hair? I'm as beautiful as a goddess!"

While most kids snickered, Danny let out another grown, putting his head down against his desk. This was going to be a long day.

Danny sighed, as he turned. "I'll see you guys tomorrow, if I live."

"Danny, are you doing what I think you're doing?"

He gave a small smile, "Thinking's a dangerous pastime, Sammy! Later!" He turned to cross the street, towards the street his now two seemingly-greatest enemies lived. This was going to be a hassle. Thankfully, the house would be easy to find, it being at the end of the block, and all. Everyone knew where that empty old house was. It was Fenton family tradition to every Easter visit the house and make sure it was clear of ghosts. He had been doing it for as long as he could remember. His dad was always convinced some ghost had taken up residence in the old place, and he was always wrong.

But when he turned to where he knew the house was, he had to blink a few times, and make sure he had the right place. Instead of dusty and worn to all hell, it looked… good. Like someone brought in a whole contracting team and rebuilt it, basically. It was a bright yellow, with a black roof, and white curtains hanging in the windows. A small garden of tulips was under the windows in the front of the house. He followed the pathway up to the house, and stood on the front step. He inhaled deeply, trying to work up his nerve. Before he could lose it, he rose his fist to the door and tapped on it three times.

Danny heard a bit of stumbling around, and he rocked back and forth on his feet, until finally a woman with a tired smile, and well-cared-for blonde hair answered the door. "Hm, yes? Is there something I can do for you?"

He nodded, putting his hands in his pockets. "Yeah, I, uh, is this Andrew's house? I'm Danny, I kinda need to talk to him."

She seemed to watch him carefully, a guarded look in her eyes. She nodded, and stepped away to call for Andrew. He came to the door, and immediately glared. "Fenton. Why is it you decided to come to my house?"

He sighed, clasping his hands, and putting on his level five out of ten cute face. He would need it. "Okay, so I know I was kinda a dick about your book and you were kinda a jerk even though it was an accident but that doesn't matter! The thing is I shoulda apologized and I am now so I really am sorry about what happened to your book and also I was hoping you had a copy of Hamlet and maybe also Macbeth I could borrow so that I didn't fail my classes?"

Andrew raised an eyebrow. He did make some good points. And if the kid was actively trying to not fail, who was he to stop him? He nodded, moving from the door to allow him to come in. "Alright, Fenton. But you touch anything, and I will mercilessly rip your hands off." Danny nodded with a grin, causing Andrew to roll his eyes. Honestly, what was he getting in to? "We'll be upstairs, mother."

Sylvia's eyes widened. Her son was going to let some boy borrow his books? That was rather… unexpected. And didn't he say his name was Fenton? Hmm… she'd have to keep an eye on them.

Danny was led upstairs to a small room, with a desk near the door, and a bed near the window. In fact, it was directly under the window. "Wow, I, uh… was actually expecting a lot more books."

He shrugged, "They're in the library down the hall."

Danny went slack-jawed. "You have a library… in your house…"

Andrew nodded, "It's a bit small, it's a personal library. It's the combined collections of my family. And it's also Vidya's favorite room in the house."

Danny looked at him strangely, "Woah, wait, Vidya?" As he spoke the name, a grey cat with wide purple eyes that seemed to shine with wisdom jumped up to him, immediately crawling under his hand and arching her back into it.

He smiled and began scratching her back, to which she purred with glee. Andrew gave her a puzzled look. "Strange, she normally doesn't warm up to people so much. Much less someone she just met."

Danny shrugged, scratching her ears, "She likes me."

Andrew rolled his eyes, "Yes. Well, here are the books."

Danny walked to where he was pointing. On his desk were two books, one a dark blue, another a fiery red. They both looked incredibly worn, as though they had been read a thousand times over. He gently picked them up and gave Andrew a small grin. The guy may be evil, but he was still cool. "Thanks. I'll see ya-" He turned to leave, stopped by a hand on his shoulder.

Andrew rose an eyebrow, "Where do you think you're going?"

Danny's eyes widened, "Uh, home?"

"Not with my books, you aren't. I said you could use them, I never said you could borrow them. The books stay here."

Danny gaped, "But then how I am supposed to use them?"

Andrew shrugged, "Obviously, you do your work here. Unless, of course, you would rather not do your work? I am willing to let you use the books, because I know it's important for people to have the chance to learn. But, I only help them when they make the effort. If they don't make the effort, they obviously don't care enough. Are you one of those people?"

Danny squinted at him, "How old are you?"

"An extensive vocabulary does not equal age." He crossed his arms. "So? Your answer?"

Danny sighed, "Well, I didn't bring my notebook."

He shrugged, "That's fine. You can read now, and take notes later."

He shook his head, "I would, but I gotta go home. See, I kinda expected this to be a quick pick up, so I didn't really tell my parents I'd be here, so…" He pointed his thumb in the direction of the door.

"I see. Well, please, let me show you the door," he said, walking out of the room.

Danny glared at the ground, following after Andrew. "You know, you'd probably have people like you faster if you stopped being such a dick."

The elder paused, Danny bumping into his back. "You are very blunt, aren't you?"

He bit his lip, "Is that a bad thing?"

The last thing he expected was a chuckle. In fact, he half thought he was going crazy, but no. When he turned, Danny could see a bit of a smirk on his face. "No, I suppose not." They stopped in front of the front door, Sylvia watching from the doorway of the kitchen. "Am I correct in assuming we'll be seeing you tomorrow?"

He shrugged, pushing his backpack further on his shoulder. "I mean, yeah, I guess so. Not like I have a choice." He turned to the door, and gave a short wave. "See ya tomorrow, Andrew."

Andrew gave a nod as he closed the door behind him. He turned, to see his mother standing behind him. "So, that is the Fenton boy?"

"Yes, mother, that is him."

"I thought you and he were enemies."

Andrew shrugged. "I need to know him better if I am to write a character based off him, no?"

She smiled as she nodded. "Yes, well, why don't you go work on your writing? I'm going to go to the store." And going to think on the new developments I see happening.

He absently waved behind him, "Yes, yes, goodbye, mother."

Once Danny got home, he clambered in without much fanfare. His parents were downstairs, again, and Jazz was upstairs reading. That is, until she practically flew down the stairs and threw her arms around him. "You're late! I thought you were walking home with Sam and Tucker! Did something happen? Are you alright? Who do I need to kill?"

He rolled his eyes at her. "Please. As if you could kill someone. I just stopped by that Andrew kid's house for a quick second. I needed to borrow his copies of the Shakespeare stuff."

She narrowed her eyes, looking at his empty hands. "Then where are they?"

He rubbed the back of his neck, "He, uh… kinda doesn't trust me, so the books are still at his place. I'm going back tomorrow so I can use them."

She sighed, ruffling his hair. "Alright, I guess. I don't trust him, but… I do trust you, baby brother."

He whined at her, "Jazz, I'm not a baby!"

She hummed, going back upstairs, "Whatever you say!"

He rolled his eyes, and went upstairs behind her. Once in his room, he plunked himself down at his desk and took out his pencil. Eraser shavings covered the desk as he started editing and redesigning his blueprint. After all, he had to start somewhere.

So, they have reason to not hate each other, now! Danny just has to take care of those books... Let's hope he does, huh? Remember, reviews make me smile! Kasena, out!