Blinded By Love (A Danny Phantom Love Story and Fan Fiction)

Chapter 7

"Love is just a word until someone special gives it a meaning."

~Paulo Coelho

Rose

Time spent in the mall passed by so fast, almost like the speed of light. My parents had bought some decorations and food for the party while I had gone shopping for clothes. Originally, shopping for clothes was a nightmare for me. I had to buy clothes that were parent approved, and were appropriate. It wasn't like I was gonna buy anything inappropriate anyways. With both my parents busy, and a lot of money and time on my hands at that time, I was basically free to buy whatever mall junk I wanted.

After walking endlessly in what seemed to be Barbie's endless closet, I finally stumbled upon an outfit I enjoyed and bought it, spending nearly almost all the birthday money I was given from my parents.

I met up again with my parents and we all drove home. As usual, I had to sit through their embarrassing moments as my parents rolled down the windows in the car and blasted their tunes, singing them in the most horrific way possible.

We passed by a few cars which flashed us dirty looks as they drove, and I swear, one of the cars beside us swerved right into a ditch. My parents singing was almost compatible with that of a dying donkey, or cow, or something like that.

I hung my head in embarrassment and found myself dozing off as soon as my eyes became heavy.

A few seconds later, I felt myself jerk forwards the front, and my eyes were immediately forced open and I felt my face come in full contact with the back of the driver's seat.

I groaned and jerked myself back into my seat. "Drivers these days," My parents both complained. "They don't even have their eyes fixed on the road anymore,"

We drove past the car accident that had happened in front of us and my parents continued to complain. "When you learn how to drive, Rose, you better not drive like these scumbags,"

"I'm only 14," I reminded them and rolled my eyes. "2 more years, Rose. Just 2 more years. Soon you'll be driving your parents around town, and we'll be the passenger," My parents both laughed as our car came to a screechy stop. They nearly ran yet another red light, and here they were complaining about drivers nowadays, not focusing properly on the road.

I covered my ears and sighed, leaning my back against my seat, watching up ahead as my parents continued to complain and then laugh, driving carelessly.

*****

As soon as we got home, I lugged my backpack up to my room and slammed it onto my desk, spilling all my textbooks and notebooks. I brought my phone out of my pocket and set it down beside my textbooks. I flipped open a few of my textbooks, and was tempted many times to kick my feet up and play with my phone instead of studying and finishing homework.

I eventually convinced myself to finish my homework first and play later. I finished my homework a few hours later and began to study on History. I'm pretty sure I understood the whole War of 1812 unit, but just to make sure I had it screwed into my head, I had to reread it over and over again with my parents supervising me every now and then. Lancer had called both my parents and Danny's parents on how we had "failed" the History quiz, and therefore, we were to be studying under the eyes of our parents almost every 2 minutes.

They would come in either munching on something I couldn't have or they would come in making the most noise possible. They taunted me a few times with bacon since they knew that bacon alone was basically my favourite food. Every time they came in with bacon, I tried my best to hold my breath and pretend they were eating something disgusting like bitter melon.

They also moonwalked into my room wearing embarrassing '80s clothes, similar to the ones Danny's parents had been wearing recently. They were "practicing" their dance routine so they could dance into the Nasty Burger with their so-called "style."

After what seemed like endless hours of studying and dancing, I finally felt my eyes grow heavy. The words on the pages began to fly off and dance around in circles around my head. The letters began to slowly blur as they disappeared, and soon after that, everything went black.

*****

"You're going to be late for school!"

"Stop drooling on your papers!"

Two voices echoed back and forth in my head, almost like they were having a quarrel in my brain whether to wake up or continue sleeping. I opened my eyes a bit and found that I had fallen asleep on my desk. I lifted my head off slowly and spotted puddles of drool all over my books and my face. I groaned and grabbed some paper towels, wiping my notes and textbooks. I was much too lazy at this moment to care about anything to do with school right now.

I got up and washed my face, cleansing it from all the drool and other dirty substances that had stuck to my face during the night. I yawned and turned around after drying my face, seeing that my parents had taken over my room by doing my bed and opening the curtains.

The light reflected off the mirror and made my room look like as if it were on sale in the spotlight. I put all my books into my backpack and hung it on the railing post as I went downstairs. I grabbed a slice of toast and bit on it, heading back upstairs into my walk-in closet. I changed into a tank top and a pair of jeans, coming out and picking up my backpack, slinging it over my shoulder in one quick movement.

"I'm going now, bye," I waved to my parents and slipped into my green and blue sneakers, stepping on one edge of my temporary skateboard. I flipped it up in the air with my step and caught it in my hand. It wasn't necessarily the skateboard I had in mind, but until I had enough money to buy a new skateboard, I would have to stick to this crappy one. This has been the first skateboard that my parents had ever bought me and it sucked like crap. It was old and ugly and it just wasn't like the one I had from before which my neighbor trashed on garbage day.

I met up with Danny in the middle of the road, and to my surprise, he was also using a mode of transportation today. He was using his white locomotive scooter and he also wore that white matching helmet.

"I almost forgot," I ran back into my house and strapped on my helmet and elbow and knee pads. Although I was a pretty experienced skateboarder, I didn't wanna end up in the ER or police office any time soon.

I came back out and hopped onto my board. "So, what gave you the idea to use your scooter today?" I laughed, boarding side-by-side Danny.

"I saw you fumbling with your skateboard in the door window," Danny chuckled.

"You can seriously see me across the street in the door window? I wonder who else stalks me like you do,"

I tried several times to stretch out my legs so I could skateboard easier, but it was only then that I realized I was wearing those darn skinny jeans which would end up ripping in half if I performed any tricks. From past experiences with ripped pants and skateboarding, it wasn't a good time to try again right now.

We made it to school just in time before the bell and rushed in during the school traffic rush. There were jocks, nerds, goths, and just plain nobody's running up and down the hall, trying to find their next class. Danny and I quickly dumped our belongings into our lockers and found which books we needed and didn't, and quickly hurried off to class.

I realized I had forgotten to remove my elbow and knee pads, along with my helmet and skateboard. I quickly raced back to my locker and shoved them all, wiping sweat from my forehead, trying to make it through the game of frogger all over again.

When I finally escaped from the hallway rush, I sat down in my seat, and to my luck, Lancer was late. That was always somewhat unexpected since Lancer would always come at 6 in the morning just to make sure he had enough torture tests made for us. I have no idea why I know this, but I'm pretty sure it has something to do with the fact Lancer tells us life stories and lectures during tests.