Faith, Trust, and Pixie Dust

Chapter Five

Chapter Five

"She saw the boy, and somehow she knew at once that he was Peter Pan"-Peter Pan

Andrew shook it and smiled shyly. "Nice to meet you."

"Same." Tom nudged Danny.

"Dan, did you tell your hot cheerleader friends about me? I'm willing to chat them up." Seamus stifled a groan.

"Tom, for the last time, my cheerleader friends want to date someone in California, not the U.K., and while they do think your accent is hot, it's just too much of a long-distance relationship, honestly. Also, DO NOT call me Dan!" Danny whacked him on the shoulder, or tried to, but he ducked.

"I know your friends want me!"

Danny rolled her eyes. "Sorry, Andrew, Tom here is under the impression that my cheerleader friends are the MTV stereotypes that will pull just about any guy-and while some of them are, they are not the type of girl you want to date. TRUST ME." She mock glared at her friend.

Andrew looked a little overwhelmed. "Er, why does he want to pull your friends?" He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He looked like the type of guy that got overwhelmed just thinking about girls.

"He thinks that my friends are whores that will pull anyone, especially British guys with fab accents." Tom looked indignant.

"I only wish to share my expertise-"

"So tell me about yourself. Did you just move here?" Danny asked, cutting her girl-crazy friend off.

"I moved here last year from Australia. Before that it was France, and before that, it was North England. My mum's job caused us to move around a lot, because she was a marine biologist, but now she just works at the aquarium here."

"Cool, maybe I can meet her sometime." Andrew blushed. "I, like, love the ocean."

Behind her, the guys mocked her accent but stopped before she could smack them. Oliver, who had just flipped open his cell phone, jumped in the air. "Lads, we've got to get a move on. We're late for the movie!"

"What movie are you seeing?" asked Danny, slightly crestfallen.

"We're going to see a slasher, you wouldn't like it, but Andrew isn't coming. He's got fencing." Tom said, hugging her goodbye. "We'll see you later, 'kay?" They all punched Andrew lightly on the shoulder and did that weird man-hug thing. Andrew cleared his throat. "Well, I have to go, but do you want to meet up for an interview? I work on the school newspaper." He asked, looking up at her hopefully from behind nerdy-cool glasses.

"Sure." He scrawled his number down on a piece of paper and reached into his back pocket for his phone. When he twisted around, a mark on his stomach was exposed, but Danny couldn't get a good enough look at it to see what it was. Danny recited her number to him, and then he waved and left. She glanced at the note scrawled in her hand. Andrew Hook: 1-2079-510-3447

Danny tucked the note into her pocket. Now she was finally going to get to look at the mysterious box. She ripped open the flap with her keys and saw a book-a thick, heavy book. She opened the front cover. Oh, a scrapbook! Danny thought. She flipped open the front page. It was a scrapbook of her years in America! The first page was a note, written by Isabelle.

Danny, it read.

This is a scrapbook we all made for you. Everyone-and we mean everyone-contributed to it. We had to buy a bigger book to fit it all in. How do you like the car? I know, you're probably shaking your head at me for asking a silly question like that! J We all are going to miss our Danny. Chocolate and I were crying as we were finishing the pages. Have fun in London, honey, and when you are totally famous, don't forget us (or to introduce me to Gerard Butler!).