Jean and Danny

Jean and Danny 6

"Hey there," a voice called into my ear, and I felt the scream rise in my throat again, but it went no further than that. Why was he so good at scaring me?! I swallowed before I made a response.

"Hey," I replied, as causally as I could. It wasn't as causal as I'd like, but I guess that it wasn't too bad.

I felt his arm slide over my shoulder, and I saw his hair out of the corner of my eye, making a smile tug at my lips.

"Ready to go?" I asked, looking over at him, and seeing that his makeup had been completely removed from his face.

I gasped. Unintentionally, of course, but it still happened.

He raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"All your makeup is gone!" I blurted, my brain-to-mouth-filter failing me yet again.

He raises both eyebrows this time. "Is that a bad thing?" He questioned, bemused.

I shook my head so violently I think I got whiplash. Guess the mind-to-body-filter had malfunctioned, too.

"N-no, no! It's not bad at all!" I replied, hastily, as my hair lashed at the air in front of me, and then landed on my face, covering my eyes.

I huffed awkwardly, and surprisingly, the hair got out of my face.

Danny chuckled. "You're so cute when you're flustered," he pointed out, cheekily, removing his arm from my shoulders and sliding it into my hand, making my heart flare with that heated fuzzy feeling yet again.

"Th-thanks," I replied, sheepishly, as we began walking.

I noticed that as well as his school bag slung over his shoulders, he also had a duffle bag on his left hip, on the opposite side of me.

Oh. He... Got clothes... And stuff.

My mind whirred violently, thinking about what "stuff" could be inside that bag, as I continued glaring at it.

Danny looked down at me as I started staring daggers at his duffle, and then laughed a little.

I looked up at his white, but not pale, face. His lips looked so much better when they were red, and his eyes were so much bluer when there wasn't any dark hair to obscure them. My heart pumped faster, and I smiled sweetly at him.

"What?" He asked, raising an eyebrow again.

"...It's just that.... Well... You like nice without any makeup on," I informed him, shyly, avoiding his gaze.

Danny chuckled again, and ruffled my hair gently, flicking it back into place. "I know," He huffed, haughtily.

It was my eyebrow that was raised this time. "Then why do you wear it all the time?" I asked, confused.

He shrugged. "I like wearing black," he stated.

I nodded. So, Danny's idiosyncrasy was wearing as much black as physically possible.

I looked over at his ears, and noticed that he'd removed his black rose earrings, which normally rested comfortably on his ear lobes, with a black chain leading up to a clip on the top of his ears.

Then I looked down at his hands. No gloves, or rings with skulls or black on them.

I looked up up at Danny's gorgeous, boyish face, and chuckled. "If I didn't already know you, I'd say you were going through some sort of phase," I teased, giggling.

He shrugged. "Well, I guess I wanted to look normal for once. If I'm going to spend my weekend with you, I want to try to do it as normally as possible." He explained, and I nodded, though I didn't quite understand.