When Fate Plots and Portals Glitches

In the Flip Side

"Danny are you sure?"

Danny rubbed his bare arms, then looked back up to Jerry. "I- uh. Yeah. Yeah I'm sure."

Jerry raised a brow. "You're still going to school without a jacket when it's, what, in the negatives?" 

"Negative ten, Fahrenheit." A pause. "That would be, I guess... about negative twenty three Celsius?"

"Negative ten. Danny." Jerry gave him a disproving look. "Negative ten."

Danny shrugged. "I still don't want to bring a jacket."

Jerry frowned then threw his hands up in the air, "Alright, fine. Whatever. Be stupid." Jerry gave him a glair then huffed. "You'll be mostly inside anyways. But when you come home an icicle, I'm going to be petty and say, 'I told you so.'"

"You do that Jerry." Danny said dryly.

Jerry grunted, then gave a concerned glance to Danny's arms. "... are you sure that you want to do this?"

Both of them knew that Jerry wasn't talking about the jacket anymore.

Absent-mindedly Danny pulled his own arms close. "It's just... it's just a short-sleeve shirt. Everybody wears these, right?" Danny swallowed. "I don't want- I don't think anybody will notice." Danny forced his arms to fall limply to his sides. To stop having his fingers trail the scars that were too many to count. "I need to... I want this." Danny's voice suddenly felt very dry. "I'll be fine... it'll be fine." His voice cracked at the last word.

For a moment too long, the room was silent.

"... Alright Danny." Turning around, Jerry tossed him a brown paper-bag. "Here's you're lunch."

Danny rolled his eyes. Mind trailing back to the arguments that Danny didn't need lunch. He could go days without it as being homeless taught him. And he wasn't usually hungry anyways. (That, however, made Jerry more persistent for Danny to bring a lunch.) "Thanks mom."

"Your welcome. Now get outta my house."

Danny started walking out the door, "Can we take your police car?" 

"We have this discussion every. Morning. No, we can not take the police car. And no," Jerry crossed his arms, "you can not ride in the back."

"But Jerry, come on!" Danny placed his hands together in almost a prayer. "Pleeeeasse?"

Jerry raised a brow. "Absolutely not."

. . .

"I hate you."

"I love you too Jerry,"

Jerry whipped around in the car, turning to where Danny was sitting in the back with the biggest grin and pointed an angry finger at him, "This is the last time. No more. No More! You look like a delinquent!"

"That's kinda the point."

"Get out of my car."

"See ya,"

"And don't forget yer lunch!"

Danny raised a brow, "Yer?" Danny then raised both brows. "I don't know why, but I feel like you and Bunny would get along great."

"Who the hell would call themselves 'Bunny'? Who is Bunny?" Jerry's eyes widen. "Oh my god, is Bunny another one of your voodoo-spirit-people-thing friends?"