When I woke up, my head was killing me and I couldn't open my eyes.
"Whaa?" I groaned, wincing whenever my voice was too loud. I opened my eyes to a room that wasn't mine and darkness. Thank god.
What happened last night? I went to Frank's party and drank. Apparently a lot. I lifted myself off the bed and looked to the side where a glass of water and aspirin were waiting for me. I thanked God for whoever was looking out for me (seriously they are a saint) and quickly downed the pills and the water. My phone was also on the nightstand. I hadn't come home last night so my parents were probably pissed off.
When I went to grab it, something jerked tightly in my stomach and I brought my hand to my chest. Well shit I'm gonna puke. I ran to the adjacent bathroom and hurled my guts out into the porcelain toilet. My knuckles turned white as I gripped the sides tightly, my head pounding.
I felt someone rubbing my back gently, bringing my sweaty bangs away from my face with gentle hands. When I was done, I flushed the toilet and took the cup of mouthwash from them gratefully.
"Are you good?" The voice said. Sam.
"Uh. No." I said, gurgling the mouthwash and spitting it in the sink. "That was stupid, Danny! Since when do you hang out with Frank Smith?" She asked gently, crossing her arms.
"I don't. I just-I didn't want to sit alone at home all night, so I went to a party."
"And got so completely wasted you couldn't remember your own name?" Sam asked, eyes flashing in anger. I scowled.
"Yeah, but I'm fine now so..." I trailed off, motioning to the door she was blocking my way of. "Danny you don't tell me anything anymore..." She said sadly.
"...I know." I said simply. I just want to leave and possibly never come back.
"Why? What did I do?" She asked. I wanted to answer, "Everything," but I didn't. I simply said, "Nothing."
"Then tell me why you decided to do something completely crazy and possibly blow your secret!" She begged. I glared sharply at her. "Because I wanted to have fun for once." I snapped before pushing past her and into the room I was, grabbing my phone and shoes. I felt gross, but I wasn't going to stay here. Not when Sam was making me feel guilty.
"When you were drunk you said 'I have these two friends that don't hang out with me anymore and that hurts, but not as much as...' but you didn't finish the sentence. What were you going to say?" Sam asked quietly, the grabbing me by the wrist.
"I don't know. I was too drunk to remember my name..remember?" I snapped, but I knew exactly what I was going to say.
...
"Hey Mom..." I said hesitantly into the phone.
"Daniel Fenton! You have 20 minutes to be back into this house so I can see that you are okay!" My mom yelled, her voice amplified due to the massive hangover.
"I'm sorry mom, I fell asleep at Sam's. I walked to her house to apologize and ended up crashing there." I lied, knowing why Sam brought me to her house instead of my own.
"Okay. I was going to tell you to apologize anyway." My mom said, hesitating. "Hurry home...okay? I need to talk to you." She said, her voice filled with sadness. My stomach dropped. Why was she upset so suddenly?
"Alright mom." I said, hanging up the phone and jogging the rest of the distance to my house. On the way, I was stopped by a girl with teal hair and brown eyes who was smirking at me. "Thanks for a good time last night." She said. I blinked. What?
"Oh, no problem. Same to you?" I said, smiling confused at her. She giggled into the palm of her hand and waved. "See you."
Who the hell was that? Maybe Sam would know….not that I'm going to ask her.
I continued home and opened the door sharply, wincing when it banged against the wall. "Danny?" My mom called from the kitchen.
"Hold on mom, I'm going to shower real quick!" I called back, flinching a bit at how loud my voice was before running up the stairs and tripping into the bathroom.
My phone vibrated in my pocket as I started the shower. I could smell the alcohol on me it was so bad.
Tuck [rec] hows that hangover bro? you were so out of it.
Tuck [sent] like you wouldn't belieev
Tuck [rec] believe*
Tuck [sent] my head hurts so bad that im just going to forget you did that.
Tuck [rec] (;
I rolled my eyes because why is he suddenly texting me? He didn't text me at all two days ago. 'Too busy with studying' my ass. I stripped out of my clothes and bandages and stepped into the shower, letting the water run over my body. It was soothing. I had no new cuts, so the shower didn't hurt that bad. The shower was warm and relieved the pain of my headache a bit. I stretched my sore muscles (noticing a hickey on my collarbone oh my god) and finally got out of the shower. I felt less gross and more like a human again, instead of a walking corpse. No pun intended. I rewrapped my wrists and dried my hair, while putting on my black sweatpants and maroon hoodie and jogging back downstairs, my hair dripping into my eyes.
"Danny...can you explain to why I found blood on your sheets when I went to wash them?" My mom said quietly.
Oh no...think Fenton think!
"I got a nosebleed in the middle of the night and forgot to clean it up. I'm sorry mom."
Nice.
"Oh thank god. I thought you were...ya know…" She smiled sheepishly. I laughed and shook my head. Wow, she almost hit the nail right on the head, but thankfully years of lying to her come in handy.
"Are you and Tucker still hanging out?" She asked, plopping some eggs in front of me, which I thankfully dug into. They weren't glowing, so they had to be at least edible.
"I don't know. Probably not, he has a test he needs to study for." I explained, with my mouth full. "Don't talk with your mouth full." My mom scolded. I smiled sheepishly.
"I might go out tonight, maybe. If I find something to do." I said, swallowing my eggs around the words. My mom raised her eyebrow. "Since when do you actually hang out outside of the house without Tucker or Sam?" She asked. I shrugged.
"Since they started ditching me I guess."
"Oh." She said awkwardly. I finished my eggs and got up to take my plate to the sink when my phone started ringing.
"Who is Frank Smith?" My mom asked, looking over to my phone. I panicked. "Uh, someone from school. He had the party last night." I explained quietly. She pressed her lips together and nodded. "Well he's calling you. I'm going to call your sister. She left for college this morning, but you weren't here to send her off." My mom scolded throwing me my phone. I stuck my tongue out at her playfully before pressing the accept button.
"Aye man! It was great to have you at my party last night. You were pretty rad to hang out with. I was wondering if you wanna hang out with me and my friend Stella today." Frank's happy voice filled my ear.
"Why not dude? Who's Stella?" I asked.
"Oh, Stella Hoover. She is my best friend. She goes to school with us." Frank explained. I nodded. Yeah, I knew Stella. Stella Hoover was a girl with long blonde hair with black on the bottom and wore mostly flannel and leggings.
"Well...meet us in the park. I'm sure you will like what we have planned." Frank's mischievous voice filled the phone. I snorted.
"Whatever dude." I hung up the phone and waved to my mom before walking up to my room to put some black skinny jeans and a red flannel. I don't know okay? Stella likes flannel! I shoved my feet back into my sneakers and walked out the door, signalling to my mom I'd be gone the rest of the day.
In the distance, I saw Sam and Tucker heading towards the house, so I quickly ran around the corner and ran towards the park, away from their gaze and away from their lies.
I set a quick pace to the park before my phone vibrated.
6078893456 [rec] hi its stella (: i was just lettin you kno tht we are near the trees. the place where you cant see throu the treees?
6078893456 [sent] thanks stella.
I sighed. I don't know why I'm starting to hang out with these people, but all I know is that they have the means necessary to forget all of my problems.
When I got to the park, there were children everywhere. They were playing with kites, pets, and eating ice-cream. I kinda felt bad, because I know one drug that Frank Smith does on Saturday afternoons and I had no qualms about doing it either.
I went in between the trees where Stella and Frank were sitting with bags around them. "Hey D! You ready?" Frank smirked, rubbing his palms together. I smiled. "Why not?"
"Since when are you a bad kid?" Stella smirked. I shrugged. "Since yesterday."
Frank smirked. "Danny here went to my party last night and got in close with Tina Silvers."
"Does she have teal hair?" I questioned. Frank nodded. "I saw her on the street today and didn't even know her."
Frank laughed before opening the bag. "You ready to party, Fenton?" He smirked.
I nodded. "Yep." I took a deep breath and brought the paper to my lips and lit it.
…
If I thought being drunk was cool, being high was better. Stella had her head in my lap, giggling at the squirrel that was racing around in the sky. I watched it with her, ooing when it did a triple backflip.
"Wow…" We whispered in unison. Frank was giggling upside down in a tree near by.
Suddenly, a cold chill raced up my spine, signalling danger! I gasped. "Stellaaa! I have to gooo!" I drawled. Stella lifted her head up and plopped it into the grass. "Hurry baack! I already miss my pilloow!" She pouted. I giggled, rubbing her face fondly. "I'll be back."
I quickly went into the trees. "Ghosting go!" I shouted, giggling as I did.
"Weeee!" I said soaring into the air. "Whelp!" A mean voice said behind me. "Ayeeeeee." I drawled. The metal man looked at me in confusion.
"Whaaatttt bruh?" I giggled. "Are you on drugs?" He asked, suspicion on his face. "Yes sir I am!" I raised my hand in the air. "Ok...? I'm just gonna...leave? It's not fair to fight you like this." The metal man said.
"Why fight? Make love not war-waaaa!" I screeched as I suddenly lost altitude. "Okay. Goodbye...?"
"Bye metal dude!" I called before heading back to Stella and Frank. Stella was still waiting for me to get back, so I turned back into human form. "Hi Stellaaaa." I drawled out again. She smiled. "Hey Danny boy." She whispered before closing her eyes and dozing. I decided to follow her lead, because she's a pretty girl.
...
"Wake up you two!" Frank's voice made me shoot up with Stella and scream with her.
"Frank!" She snapped. He just put his hands up in surrender. "I'm starving..." I suddenly said.
"Let's go to the Nasty Burger. They always come through when you have a case of the munchies." Frank smirked.
I groggily groaned back before accepting his hand to pull myself up. I turned around to pull up Stella and took in her appearance. Her eyes were rimmed with red and she was glaring at the ground. Her usually pristine hair was all messed up, but somehow she was still beautiful.
"You're beautiful." I blurted before smacking myself on my forehead. She giggled. "Why thank you." She smiled, taking my hand and standing up. She stumbled, tripping over her feet and into my arms.
She blushed heavily as I grabbed her waist to catch her. "Uh...that always happens after I'm high..." She said sheepishly, making no move to stand up. I felt my face heat up and smiled warmly at her. "It's cool. I'm not so graceful either." I said. Stella put a (adorable oh my god) pout on her face and stood.
"At least I'm not as clumsy as you." She smirked. I smirked back. "Soon enough though."
She glared. "In your dreams Fenton." She said, shoving my shoulder with her shoulder. I smiled. We walked to the Nasty Burger in silence. It was around a 3 minute walk from the park to there.
People on the sidewalks were giving us dirty looks, as if they knew what we had been doing.
"Mayor Masters, I demand that you do something about those teenagers smoking weed in the park!" A middle aged woman bellowed to Vlad. I winced and hid my face in my hair.
"Well I can't do anything unless I have proof and names, Mrs. Miller." Vlad said, obviously wanting her to leave. I snickered. Stella gave me a weird look before I whispered in her ear "That's my 'uncle'." She grinned warmly and nodded.
"Well all I know is I saw Stella Hoover and Danny Fenton at the back of the park and they didn't look sober." Mrs. Miller huffed.
"Did you say Danny Fenton?" Vlads eyebrows raised to his hairline.
"Time to leave Stella, time to leave." I said, grabbing her hand and pulling her to the other side of the street, away from Vlad and Mrs. Miller.
"He was with them too! Frank Smith!" Mrs. Miller suddenly yelled, and I knew we lost Frank.
"Oops..." Me and Stella face palmed at the same time before grinning at each other. "I guess it's just us?" I said, going to let go of her hand.
"Yeah..." She grinned, taking it back in hers. I blushed, rubbing the back of my neck as we walked in silence the rest of the way to the Nasty Burger.
I immediately recognized my sisters car in the parking lot and groaned. If Jazz is here, Sam and Tuck got to be too.
"What's wrong?" Stella asked, squeezing my hand to get my attention. "My sister is here and that means that my so called 'friends' aren't far behind." I mumbled.
"Then we'll ignore them, and if you see one of them, I'll kiss you." She winked. "What if I just want you to kiss me?" I smirked back, snaking my arms around her waist.
"I'd say dream on." She smiled before untangling my arms from around her and jogging to the door. I giggled at her antics before following behind her. Sam, Jazz, and Tucker were sitting in the back booth, glaring at Stella. They hadn't noticed me come in right after her either. Tucker finally noticed me when I went to sit next to Stella. Sam's jaw had dropped as soon as I did.
"They are acting you robbed a bank." Stella snickered to herself.
"When I hang out with anyone but them, it's like I did..." I whispered back.
"I'm gonna grab food. What do you want?" She asked getting up. "Surprise me." I winked. She giggled into her hand. "You got it Danny boy." She smirked.
As soon as she walked away, Tucker was immediately at the table. "Stella Hoover?" He grinned. I smirked back, nodding.
"Dude! She won't even talk at school! How did you even get with her?" He asked. My face paled. I can't tell him Frank introduced us, because then he'll tell Sam. "You know, saw her at the park." I swallowed thickly around the worlds. He nodded. "Cool, cool. Sam doesn't approve, but when does she? I'm gonna go, cause Stella's coming back. See you later." Tucker winked before jogging away from the table. Stella had an eyebrow raised as she came back with the tray, piled high with food.
"Asking how I got with you." I chuckled, clearing my throat.
"Sam's been glaring at me since we've got here, so I'm guessing she doesn't approve of your date choices?" Stella smirked, sitting down at the booth right next to me. Like, right next to me. Like, there is visibly no space between me and her.
"Never has." I chuckled. Stella nodded. We dug into our meals, falling silent for a little bit. Stella had finished her fries when Sam came over.
"Can I talk to you?" She hissed.
"Uh..." I said, rubbing the back of my neck in embarrassment. "Now is probably not the best time..." I trailed off.
"Well, you better make it a good time!" Her firm fingers clasping around my arm tightly. Stella grabbed my other arm. "Sam, isn't it rude to interrupt your friends dates?" Stella said, her voice sounding like she was disciplining Sam's.
"Well, it's a good thing Danny isn't on a date. Right?" She directed at me. I shrugged before Stella grabbed my shoulders and put my lips to hers forcefully. I immediately kissed back, and I could feel waves of anger coming from Sam.
"Daniel!" She snapped, but I kept kissing Stella, cause she tasted nice and why not? Sam stomped her foot in frustration, and I assume left, because I heard the door open and shut loudly, two other pairs of footsteps rushing to catch up. Stella pulled away with a faint blush and a smirk.
"Not bad, Fenton. We are going to have to make doing that a usual thing." She blushed, giving me a thumbs up. "How about you come home with me after this." I said, resting my forehead on hers.
"Why not? You're a pretty chill dude." She grinned, and then turned to finish her meal. I did the same because I wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.