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"Look on the bright side, Ghostwriter, at least, is going to love them." 'Bright side', she said. Bright side. As if there could ever be a bright side to something as horrible as this. "Danny, they're glasses, not the end of the world. Besides, they look kind of cool. Phantom-ish."
"Sam. I'm wearing glasses. It was bad enough to be labeled a geek with my star obsession and being friends with Tucker-"
"Hey!"
"-but this! This! This is something I can't come back from, Sammy. This is going to make the rest of my high school career hell. Remember this day, because it's going to be the one I look back on to remember just when exactly my life ended."
"That would be around the middle of August, actually." It took a moment, but when it hit, Danny gave Tucker his best look of disbelief and disdain. It was rather easy once he channeled his mate. "Just saying, just saying."
"They don't even look that good." As if to prove it, Danny took the glasses off and thrust them into Tucker's face. He couldn't see the exact reaction, and… Wow. Had his eyesight really been that bad? It didn't seem like it had been so bad before he was made aware of it. "I mean, okay, they have ecto-green in them, but that's-"
"Cool. It's cool." Sam snatched the glasses, inspecting them herself. "It's subtle, too. You can only see it in the right light, and that makes them all the more interesting."
"Still hate them." Danny took the glasses back and roughly shoved them onto his face, trying to hide a wince.
"Just wear contacts, then, if it's that big of a deal."
"I can't. I tried. My eyes are too sensitive and I can feel the plastic." That had Tucker wincing, and, yes. Tucker knew his pain, at least. "Probably because of my ghost side, but, yeah. No contacts."
"Hey, I get you there man. I mean, just constantly sticking a finger in your eye everyday…" Tucker shuddered, rather dramatically, as he curled around himself. "One of the reasons I always wear glasses, bro."
"Glasses are so lame, though!" Feeling the look he was given, Danny gave a weak smile to Tucker. "You make them look good?"
"Damn right I do, now relax. A bunch of people wear glasses now, no one's going to give you shit over it. Besides, even Kwan wears glasses when reading."
"Really? Huh." Danny had not known that, but it was certainly interesting. "Alright, fine, I'll try to get used to them. But I'm still going to complain about the matter!"
"We'd expect nothing less," Sam threw an arm around his shoulders, pulling him into a brief hug. "Really, though. You think Ghostwriter won't go crazy doting boyfriend at seeing you in glasses? He got distracted staring at you when you were just wearing reading glasses. And ugly ones, at that."
"They weren't… They were pretty ugly, weren't they?" Huge blocky monstrosities, really, but Danny never had the time to go track down new ones.
"The worst. Now, are you going to wait until French, or are you going to torture him before homeroom?" Offended. That was how Danny was feeling. He was feeling offended that Sam even had to ask that.
"Sammy. It's like you don't even know me anymore." With that oh so perfect timing he was very proud of, Danny near bounced up the steps to the school. The nights Danny didn't stay over usually meant Andrew arrived as late as he could get away with, and Danny might have timed their walk so it would end with them getting in the school just as Andrew was in the hallways.
"You take obsessive to a whole new level," Sam didn't look all that amused at first glance, but Danny knew she was holding back laughter on the inside. Probably.
"Maybe a bit." Adjusting his glasses and taking a breath, Danny quickly caught up to where Andrew was flicking through a folder of papers and muttering under his breath. Probably wondering how to get his students to not fail. "Good morning, Mr. Riter."
"Hm? Bonjour, Danny." Andrew glanced over with a small smile, and Danny saw the exact moment that the man realized he had glasses on.
"Did you have a good weekend, sir?" Danny was so glad they had come up with the 'student crush' cover. Otherwise it would be impossible to stop himself from flirting and talking with Andrew.
"I- Ah. Hm. Yes?" Heh. This was years of revenge saved up for Andrew using his own glasses against Danny.
"Is something wrong, sir?" Carefully tilting his head, Danny made sure his bangs brushed over his eyes and his glasses slid down the bridge of his nose the smallest amount. "You seem distracted."
"If we weren't in a hallway full of teenagers at the moment I would be throwing you up against the wall and fucking you bare before you could even blink." Oh. Oh, alright, aha. Okay. That- That hadn't been expected. And Ghostspeak. Right. That- Danny might have riled Andrew up a bit too much, this time.
"I, um, homeroom? Aha, yeah, homeroom. That, I should go and do that." Danny had a feeling he was the one blushing now, but it was hardly his fault. That- He hadn't expected that. Or the look Andrew gave him as he quickly fled to the classroom.
"Isn't there that saying of playing with fire?" Sam fell back into step with him, Tucker on the other side and doing nothing to hide his laughter. The traitor.
"I hate you."
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Danny had barely walked through the door to Andrew's classroom for lunch when he was roughly shoved up against it, lips claiming his own and hands pinning his wrists to the door. When he was allowed to breath, he saw Andrew was smirking down at him, eyes swirling between their usual green and a sharp purple and oh. Oh, that was new. Andrew never lost control of himself to the point his powers started acting up. "You know, I think it's a little frowned upon for teachers to be acting like this with their students." Danny had aimed for cocky but it came out more breathless than anything.
"You don't seem to be complaining very much, mon cher étudiant." Oh, aha, that was new. The student part of that- Were they still playing the game? Danny wasn't sure anymore, and that was mostly because Andrew was mouthing kisses down the column of his neck, still keeping him pinned in place.
"That-" He didn't even get a word out before he was sucking in a harsh breath, feeling the way his body shook as Andrew bit sharply at a patch of skin, scarf already unwound and hanging loosely on his shoulders - when had Andrew gotten it off? "Andy."
"So informal, too! We really should fix that, mon cher." A strangled moan was Danny's response, mostly due to the fact Andrew's knee was pressed up between his legs, rubbing at him in just the right way to feel so good. "It'd be a shame if you were to slip up in front of your peers during class."
"Is this because of the glasses?" Okay, so the question was less smooth, like Danny wanted, and more blurted out.
"Partly." At least he was honest about the matter and oh- Okay. Andrew was moving his knee again and Danny just realized he had forgotten how to even think. "Largely it's because I didn't see you all weekend. Then of course you had to come back and start playing your little game, and, well…" Andrew's voice was rough and low, the tone utterly sinful as he playfully nipped at Danny's ear. "How was I ever supposed to resist?"
"We're- We're still in school, you know." Blazing energy sparked and swirled around him, stealing his breath away before Danny realized he was on a flat, soft surface. That was about all he realized before Andrew was kissing him again, hands sliding under his clothes and leaving heated trails across his body.
"As far as I'm aware, students are allowed to go off-campus for lunch once they're in junior year." Was that true? Danny really didn't care as long as Andrew kept touching him because god. "Now, shall I give my 'favorite student' some extra attention?"
"Please." At least one thing could be said. Andrew always gave Danny what he asked - begged - for, and this time was no exception, and, really.
Glasses weren't so bad if they earned him days like this.