Happy Birthday Kas!

Danny and Andrew are idiots.

Wrong House

:: (Pre Iambic Prose) (College AU) (Human Andrew AU)

Danny Fenton, twenty-one-year-old college student, groaned as he felt something poke his side. Waving it off he rolled over on whatever piece of furniture he was on, slowly falling back to sleep. He then felt the poking sensation return. Finally cracking his eyes open he blinked, looking confused at seeing a man around his age with black hair and a black goatee looking down at him with a frown, arms crossed. "Uh...hi?" Judging by the purple pajamas the man had just woken up himself.

"Why are you passed out on my couch?" Danny blinked at that, slowly pulling himself up to find that no, this wasn't a couch he recognized. Looking from the couch to the mysterious person he opened his mouth before slowly closing it, head starting to pound as he thought about how to answer. "Yes?"

"...I don't have an answer because I'm very confused about what's going on." The man rolled his eyes, Danny noticing there was a small smile twitching on his lips. He supposed that meant he wasn't about to be killed, although with ghost powers it would have been hard for a human to manage anyways. "Um...I actually remember nothing right now..."

"Right..." Trailing off the two entered an awkward silence, the man finally sighing in what sounded like defeat. "It's too early to deal with this with no caffeine... Would you like some coffee?"

"A strange person breaks into your house and sleeps on your couch and you offer them coffee?" Danny asked, looking amused as the man only rolled his eyes, heading off towards the kitchen. Deciding to take the risk he followed after, watching as the other began preparing the drinks.

"I could always shoot you if that makes you feel better, or maybe use throwing knives. I'm known to have rather good aim." Danny snorted at that before wincing at the sunlight in the kitchen and making an irritated hissing noise. "I'm assuming that hiss means you're hangover."

"Probably," he grumbled, sighing in relief when the still mysterious man pulled the curtains closed. "Bits and pieces are coming back but all I remember is waving goodbye to my friend as he was driven away in an ambulance." Seeing the startled expression he waved it off. "He's resilient, seriously, besides his phobias of hospitals he's probably fine and flirting with all the doctors and nurses right now. All of them."

"...noted, then." Danny only yawned, blinking as a cup of coffee was set down beside him, milk and sugar soon following, along with two Advil.

"...I don't know who you are but I think I love you." At that the man let out a loud laugh, sitting across from him. Danny only smiled at the sound, scooping multiple sugars into his coffee and adding a dash of milk. "The name's Danny by the way. Danny Fenton."

"Nice to meet you Danny, I'm Andrew Riter." Danny nodded, opening his mouth to speak only to be cut off swiftly. "If you attempt to call me 'Andy' I will make good on the threat of throwing knives."

"...noted," Danny smirked, Andrew rolling his eyes at hearing his own line shot back at him. "So you're probably wondering why some strange college student was sleeping on your couch when you woke up."

"The thought certainly occurred to me." Danny nodded, swallowing his Advil and then launching into this story. After years of telling lies and hiding secrets he found he was rather good at storytelling.

"So there I was, my vision blurred and my thoughts dull and unfocused. I knew nothing good would come out of me wondering around in this state, especially considering I was still in a bar. I had a faint memory of finals ending and my friend, Tucker, saying we should celebrate. ...Almost twenty years of knowing him you think I'd know better than to trust the things he says... Anyways, after realizing the best course would be to leave before trouble started I realized I was too late!

"Tucker was across the bar, arguing with a man about how he was treating his date. Tucker, he's rather defensive over dating standards, and he gets pissed when someone treats their date with little or no respect. So he's there, arguing, with this man who looked to be part of a biker gang. I ran over to him, trying to make excuses and pull him away but he's more stubborn than I am- And seeing as you don't know me just show shock there, because according to everyone I'm rather stubborn once I sink my teeth into something." At this point Andrew was looking equal parts amused and captivated, slowly sipping his coffee as he moved around the kitchen to make breakfast.

"So the biker guy starts calling over friends to teach Tucker a lesson, that's when all hell breaks loose. I'm not sure who threw the first punch but soon I'm pushing him under a table to keep him safe, because really he's only good with long-range weapons. Anything with fists and he's out like a light. So there I am, slipping punches and shots and trying not to get myself killed when I feel one of them grab me from behind, arms locked around me!"

"How do you like your eggs?"

"Poached." Danny was deep into his story now, making gestures and changing his voice to match what was happening within the story, hardly even recognizing the question Andrew had asked him. He almost could have laughed at how his first reaction when breaking into someone's house was to tell them about his heroics, although in his defense his new host was making coffee and breakfast, so maybe he wasn't the only strange one. "I'm still drunk at this point, because really, I've only drank a few times before that night. Five max, which is pretty good considering I only just turned 21- Anyways, I'm slow and clunky and can't quite keep control of myself like I normally would.

"So when I find myself captured I do the first thing that I can think of, which was to apparently start screaming at the top of my lungs." Hearing Andrew let out a laugh his smile grew, "No no I'm serious! I just started screaming and the guy was so startled he let me go right away. At that point I decided to cut my losses and grab my friend, running out of the place. The next few hours are rather blurry. The clearest thing I remember is waving goodbye to my friend, who had just been knocked out by paramedics.

"I then figured it was late and I was lost and the only place I could remember how to walk towards was my friend's house, Sam-"

"Samantha Manson?" Andrew asked, Danny nodding. The man snorted, rolling his eyes as he set down two plates of breakfast, Danny immediately taking a bite of the toast. "You were close at least, her house is the one next to mine." Danny smiled nervously at that, scratching the back of his head.

"Heh, sorry, I was sort of out of it by that point, and really, I couldn't remember if her house was the one with the purple mailbox or the one with the black mailbox- ...Thinking on it the black one had small bats so that should have tipped me off..."

"And the fact her house looks like something fit for Halloween," Andrew snorted, munching on his own food before making a second cup of coffee. "How did you get in here anyways? All the windows and doors are locked."

"Trade secret," Danny grinned, silently laughing to himself. He didn't think the excuse 'ghost powers' would work on this one. "...did you just make me breakfast?"

"Consider it a gift for the wonderful storytelling," Andrew smirked, taking his seat again. "I'm a writer myself so it's always nice to hear a new story, especially one as enthusiastic as yours."

"You should hear my other ones," Danny replied nonchalantly, small smirk on his face. "Before coming to college here I lived in Amity Park-"

"The town with all the ghosts?" Andrew asked, surprise coloring his tone. "Wait...Fenton? As in the leading ghost experts Fenton?"

"My parents," Danny smiled serenely, grin growing. "You should have seen half the stuff that went on in that town, and judging by the fact you're not saying our town is a bunch of liars I'm guessing you write science fiction." At Andrew's nod he chuckled. "Knew it. You give off the fantasy writer vibe."

"Would it be worth asking if you have any more stories to share?" Andrew questioned, looking interested. Danny only chuckled, thanking his drunk self for choosing the wrong house, because really, he had a good feeling about this Andrew Riter.

"Depends...do you have any more coffee?"

I spent the whole time screaming at these two. Danny you BROKE INTO HIS HOUSE. Andrew he BROKE INTO YOUR HOUSE. And then what do they do? Once launches into a story of heroics and the other makes breakfast. They act like an old married couple EVEN THOUGH THEY JUST MET.

I can't even fake stuff like this, it's just how they are.