AN: Sorry for the super lateness, but here, have a double chapter! Hope you aren't getting too...

Tired

The rest of the afternoon was uneventful, besides Danny waking up with ten minutes left of school and slowly getting ready to walk to Andrew's for tutoring. Man, could that kid throw hard. How did he even do that?! Even Danny couldn't do that! He shook his head. Just another mystery about Andrew Riter he had to figure out, at some point or another. At this point, they were just piling up. He exited the bathroom in his normal clothes. Seeing that he had fallen asleep in his gym clothes. it was a nice change.

He exited the nurse's office with a sigh. He really hated how often he was there. Looking up, he grinned to see his friends were waiting there, Tucker looking excited to get away from there. He slung his arms over their shoulders. "Man, you guys are the best!" He glanced around, "Hey, where's Count Dorkula?"

"Oh, he said his mom was picking him up, and that he'd see you later." He slowed his walking just a tad. That was kinda disappointing. Andrew knew he'd be coming over, and he still chose to not walk with him… Sam rolled her eyes, "You're going to be seeing him in, like, fifteen minutes, stop looking like some lost puppy!"

He glared, "I am not-" He cut himself off, thinking he heard a chuckle that didn't sound like his two friends. He glared, looking around the halls of the school. Nothing he could see, as far as abnormal. Just a bunch of teens talking and walking and laughing. He scowled for a moment longer until he sighed. "I hate not having those goggles. As far as I know a ghost could be sneaking up on us right now, and I can't even tell, cause what if they can suppress their ghost signature, and that's why my alarm isn't going off?!"

Tucker put a hand on Danny's shoulder, "Dude, calm down. You're fine. Besides, those new goggles are gonna be even better than the ones Andrew broke!"

He stilled, "Yeah… the ones he broke… Hey, guys, tell me if you think I'm crazy, but… maybe he's not so bad." When they remained silent, he continued. "I mean, I ruined one of his books. And, like, you saw how he reacted earlier. I dunno, I'm just thinking… Maybe what he did wasn't so bad. Besides, I mean, it did help me make them better!"

Sam gave him a one armed hug, with one of her rare smiles. "Never thought it coulda happened. Danny Fenton being mature about something for once. This is a huge step, I can tell. And no, you're not crazy. It's called forgiving someone. It's a good thing." She tugged on him towards the doors, "Now, come on! We gotta go, and you gotta get to your boyfriend!"

Danny rolled his eyes, "Wow, Sam. I say one sorta nice thing about him and all of a sudden he's my boyfriend? Does that make you Tucker's girlfriend?"

She froze, glaring at Tucker, "He said what?!" Seeing where this was going, he sped up his pace, slipping away from being sandwiched in between the two.

He began walking towards where he remembered Andrew's house to be, when he heard someone's steps fall in time with his. He slowed his pace, and heard the other footsteps do the same a second later. He turned to see Andrew walking a few feet behind him. He rose an eyebrow, "I thought you were getting a ride."

Andrew shrugged, walking by his side, "I was going to, but I decided not to. Also, you're welcome."

He put his hands in his pockets, "For what?"

The writer smirked, "If it weren't for me, your friends would be chasing after you. But, your friend Sam was 'accidentally' tripped by something." He stiffened as he realized that the boy was… hugging him.

Danny grinned. "Dude, you are awesome. So amazingly awesome, if it weren't for you, I'd be dead."

He nodded, "Yes, as I said, you're welcome." Somehow, they walked like that for a few steps. "Could you please stop hugging me?"

Danny quickly let go, "Oh, yeah, sorry! Heh." Andrew straightened his jacket, and Danny grinned up at him. He took Andrew's arm in his, "I have a feeling we're going to be good friends. Now come on! Let's go! Weeeee'reee OFF TO SEE THE WIZARD! THE WONDERFUL WIZARD OF-"

"I don't skip." Danny stopped. "Also, I suspect you still have a concussion."

He shrugged. "Possibly. I dunno, I can't always tell." He grinned, "I get hurt in tons of ghost fights and stuff, so I'm used to pain. It's not that big a deal." His grin began to fall a small amount, until it was back in full force. "It's fine. Besides, my vision isn't blurry, or anything. Hey, uh, by the way, why did you guys move to boring old Amity Park, anyway?"

Andrew shrugged, "Really, there weren't many other places. Having only one parent makes things a bit more... difficult."

Danny nodded. "Yeah, I get it. I mean, I don't get it, but I get it. Valerie's like that, and we talk sometimes. Not as much anymore. We used to be friends in middle school, before she got popular. But yeah, I kinda get it. And having one just makes it easier for you to not really connect with them…" Danny shook his head. "Jeez. We're barely friends, and I'm already telling you my life story!"

Andrew chuckled, "Well, I do like stories. And I think it has to do with the rather dignified aura I give off as a writer." He gave Danny a teasing smile.

He laughed, "Woah, wait, you're a writer?"

Andrew shrugged modestly, "I dabble."

Danny rolled his eyes, "Dabble my ass. With how much reading you do, you could probably be the next Shakespeare." Hearing a scoff, he put his hands on his hips. "Are you doubting me?"

"Please, no one could ever be on the same level as that hack. Why he's remembered to this day, I will never understand. His plots are decent at best, and he hardly has any character development! Women in his stories are either there to lure the protagonist to wickedness, or cause him pain! It's atrocious!" Danny stared at his friend, with both worry and awe. "What?!"

"You really are a nerd…" Rolling his eyes, Andrew walked ahead, Danny jogging to catch up. "Wait, wait, it's not bad! It's kinda cool."

"Well, I would hope so, seeing as you're as much a 'nerd' as I am."

Danny furrowed his brow, "What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about the fact that you're a sophomore, and yet you're in precalculus."

His eyes widened, "Oh! But, that's not that big a deal. I mean, my parents are totally into math and science. Science more than math, but eh. They taught me some stuff."

Andrew gave him a rather unamused look, "Your parents are also professional scientists. It is not nothing."

He shook his head. "Whatever, man." They reached Andrew's house, and walked up the steps, Andrew digging his key out from his backpack.

They entered, and Sylvia looked out from the kitchen. "Oh, there you are! I was starting to wonder what was taking so long, but now I see. Nice to see you again… Danny, was it?"

He nodded with a grin, "Yeah, yeah it is."

Andrew nodded to her, "We're going to my room to study, mother." He led the way to the stairs.

Danny grinned, "Yeah, we're going to his nerd lair."

He got a hand shoving him a small amount backwards for his trouble, getting a bit more disoriented than he should have from that. "You brat."

Danny grinned, slowly following him. Once they were in Andrew's room, Andrew tugged on his arm until he was sitting on his bed, and Andrew was looking closely at him with his hands on his face. "Uh… what are you doing?"

"I'm seeing how bad it is. Your pupils seem big, but that could be due to the new environment. Where on your head does it hurt?"

"Uh, the back, where I hit it." He felt Andrew prod around on the back of his head, until he tapped one spot, and he jumped, "Ah!"

"I think I found it."

"No shit."

Andrew shook his head, "You really must use a filter. Are you feeling any headache?"

He shrugged, "Yeah, I mean, I guess, but it's not that bad. I've had worse." He saw Andrew giving him a look that he would almost say was pitying. "What?"

"When you say something like that… Nevermind. We are not studying today. You obviously have a concussion, and need more sleep, so you sleep. I'll be back." Not giving him a chance to argue, he left, going back downstairs to help his mother with the dishes.

Once he was sure he was gone, Danny got up, and walked over to his desk. If there was one thing he and his friends were good at, it was figuring out mysteries. They were almost better than Harry Potter, only their mysteries were less life threatening. He jumped at hearing a meow from behind him, and turned to see Vidya standing indignantly on Andrew's bed, meowing at him. "Go on, I'm just checking a few things."

He picked up a book without a title, or author. Or really, anything on the cover. He opened it, seeing loopy handwriting, and lots of it. He tried to read it, though the words floated off the page, and he held his head again. He carefully put the book back. "Okay, yeah, ow. Bad idea." He trudged back to the bed, falling on top of it, curling in on himself, Vidya making a space for herself in his arms. He chuckled, running a hand down her back. "Serves me right, huh? Trying to read his writing… He's got a bigger stick up his ass about stuff like that than Jazz, I think. I guess I get it though. His writing is like my blueprints. He's just a bit bigger of a dick about it. Wouldn't you agree?" He looked down at Vidya, who looked up and meowed at him. "Yeah, you agree. Alright. Night night, Vidya. Warn me when the dork is coming, huh?"

As his eyes fluttered closed, and his breathing evened out, Andrew shed his invisibility, Vidya shooting him a glance. He rolled his eyes, and in a hushed voice gave an exasperated sigh, "Oh, hush you. He doesn't realize it was my writing he ruined." She meowed at him, to which he huffed, "Well, excuse me! I don't think I have to explain myself to you! When did you become so talkative, anyway?" She simply laid her head back down, underneath Danny's hand.

Andrew sighed, brushing some hair from Danny's eyes. "You don't typically do what you're supposed to, do you?" He took his blanket from the foot of the bed, and covered Danny with it, leaving the room again, but not before taking his journal with him. "At least you didn't read anything."

So, there's gonna be another chapter, too. See you there!