A New Friendship

Chapter 4: Danny Fenton

     "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!" the kid said fearfully.

     I took the fishbowl off of my head. Gross, fish water.

     "It's okay, Timmy, right?" I forgave him, forgetting his name. He only gave a nod and got up from the ground. He said nothing else...which made it really awkward. "Um, I'm gonna go dry off my hair, and maybe when I come back, we could watch some TV or something," I suggested as I got up and walked away.

     Oh, I forgot the most important question...where was the bathroom? I looked everywhere, not wanting to be a bother. Kitchen...no, dining room...no...I walked up the stairs...first door...bathroom! I smiled, being proud of myself, and walked in closing the door behind me. I looked in the mirror, I looked a mess. Doesn't matter, just last Spring, I got these cool telekinesis powers and I'm a master! I concentrated on the blow dryer and a green aura surrounded it and made it float in the air. Score! It turned on and I started to dry my hair. After about seven minutes, my hair was dried off and soft. I combed it out a bit, with my hands, and then I walked out of the bathroom. I walked down the hall after turning off the light. I opened the next door and noticed a single bed with purple covers. Timmy's room. It was very spacious...and it barely had anything in it.

     "Um...Danny? Why are you in my room?" asked Timmy.

     I turned and looked down.

     "Oh, uh, sorry...I was just exploring," I stammered scratching the back of my head nervously.

     "You're cool. And I'm sorry again for dropping the fishbowl on your head. I don't know how I fell..."

     He almost sounded embarrassed.

     "It's not your fault. You just fell," I said with a smile.

     Timmy led me back down the stairs. No one was down there, so I guessed that Timmy's parents had left us alone.

     "So, wanna order a pizza and see if any good movies are on?" I asked Timmy.

   "That sounds like a great plan!" Timmy exclaimed excitedly, "Oh...sorry. It's just I have this babysitter named Vicky and she's horrible."

     "Oh really? That's a bummer. She doesn't let you do anything?"

     "Oh, she let's me do her chores and she let's me feel pain and torture."

     "Aww, man. That sounds terrible."

     I picked up my cell and asked Timmy who had the best pizza. His answer: Shirley's Original Evil Pizzeria. Why it was "evil" I had no idea. I called it up after Timmy gave me the number, and ordered an extra cheese pizza and a sausage and pepperoni pizza, Timmy's order, not mine, and then we sat and waited for the delivery.

     Timmy might not be that bad...