Author's Note: I know, I posted this, what, five minutes ago? But here's one more drabble for tonight. This one takes place sometime before the CLue Hunt, at another Cahill family reunion, we can assume.
The blood rushed to his head. His cheeks turned a lovely violet. He stared wide-eyed at the concrete, mere inches from splatting against his face, helpless, squirming.
Above him, two identical laughs from malicious blondes in tracksuits and pigtails as they held him upside-down by his ankles, ignoring his pleas for them to "let me go, for the love of ninjas!"
Another girl strode by, glancing over with unsympathetic amber eyes. She flipped her hair and walked away with a disdainful frown.
Dan sighed. When these were the females his age, was it any wonder he didn't like girls yet?
Author's Note: Sorry to all Dan/Natalie, Dan/Reagan, and Dan/Madison shippers (in other words, practically the entire fandom). But you know, Dan DOES explicitly state (I think it was in book 5, but I could be mistaken; it's been a while since I've read it) that he does NOT want a girlfriend or like girls, so I decided to write this. Again, 100 words. Sheesh, this is tough! There was so much more I wanted to say! XD
But oh, well. Until next time...
~Lily