So I did another short little one. I will take prompts for this, if you guys want.
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Danny smiled at the sunshine streaming through his window and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. It looked like it was finally going to be warm enough for him to wear shorts and short sleeved shirts outside without his mom, or, more likely, Jazz, getting on his case. It was a Saturday, too. Perfect. It would have been even more perfect if he hadn't been woken up by ghosts three times last night, but you couldn't have everything.
Still smiling, Danny rolled out of bed and opened his dresser. It wasn't like temperature changes, for warmer or cooler, affected him much anymore, but Danny was ready for a change. Sweaters were comforting, but shorts were freedom.
Freedom.
Once dressed, Danny bounced down the stairs. He was meeting up with Sam and Tucker in the park for lunch, and he had slept straight through breakfast. He was supposed to bring something. What was lunch-like in the house, currently? Bread. Bread was good. Nutella. Peanut butter. What else? Cookies. Were ginger snaps vegan? Eh, Tucker would eat them if they weren't. He could take the oranges, too. No one would miss the oranges. Well, Jazz might, but his parents wouldn't.
He found a bag to put his spoils in, and, shouting that he was leaving, ran out.
He found Sam and Tucker sitting under their usual tree, chilling on a blanket. "Hi guys!" he said, cheerfully.
They looked up. Then Sam fell backwards, clutching her eyes. Tucker followed suit a moment later.
"Oh my gosh," howled Sam.
"What?" said Danny, panicking just a little bit. "What? What's wrong? Sam? Tuck?" He looked down at himself, then behind himself. Had they seen something?
"I'm blind!" said Sam.
"What?!"
Then Tucker burst out laughing. "Your legs, man."
"My-?" Danny looked down again. "My legs? What's wrong with my legs?" asked Danny, slightly hurt.
"They're so white," gasped Sam, miraculously recovering from her 'blindness.' "Jeez, Danny, you have to warn us before you show up looking like that."
"They aren't that white," protested Danny.
"I've seen people at the Skulk and Lurk that are tanner than your legs."
"Dudes, I've sheets of printer paper tanner than Danny's legs."
"You've seen my legs before."
"Yeah, at night," said Tucker. "When you're... You know. Not under the sun."
"Can you say 'blinding?'"
"I hate you both," grumbled Danny. He sat down on the blanket. "Give me your chips."