Duet

Chapter two

It's been a few weeks since the night at Mr.G's and Danny and I have gone back to teasing each other endlessly.

"Alright class," Mrs.Johnston announces while clapping her hand together. "We are going to start our project today." Everybody groans. "Now now, this should be fun! For this project you and the partner I will assign you with will have to produce a music video together on any band you like." This doesn't sound too bad.... We make videos all the time. "Okay, let's start. Jakob your with Rachel, Jared your with Jenson, Danny your with Elli..." WHAT?! No! How could we do a project when we couldn't even go a day without fighting? "Class, please get together with your partners." Why. Why me?

"Danny," I greet.

"Elliott."

"Don't call me that," I say through
gritted teeth.

"Fine, I'll call you shorty."
"I am not short!"

"Sure, what ever helps you sleep at night."

"Whatever."

"We're doing my music, right," Danny asks.

"Ha! Nope."

"Yes."

"Ugh, we're never going to get this done."

"Not with that attitude."

"Shut up Powers." He laughs at my outburst.

"How about we have both our bands featured in the video?," he suggests.

"Yeah.... That could work...," I answer.

"Cool, text your band to meet at my house and I'll pick up on Friday then," he replies before I can respond.

"Okay...."
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HONNNK!
"I'm here!!!!!," a voice yells. I look out my bedroom window and see Danny in his blue convertible. He was wearing dark wash jeans and a red top that contrasted with his bright blue eyes and curly brown hair.

"I see that," I scream back. I can see him laughing from where I'm at. I throw on my outfit for the day: light wash jean shorts, an Of Mice & Men shirt, and my black flip-flops. It was always pretty warm here in Florida. I run down stairs and run out the door.
"I love your shirt," Danny blurts out.

"Really?," I ask excited.

"No."

"Jerk," I reply getting in the car. Once we get going I flip on the radio, and of course, his band is playing.

"That was The Weekenders you just heard with their latest single," the host announces. I change the station to rock. As if coincidental, our new hit was playing.

"You just heard Millennium Hiatus' new single Fire and Ice," the radio says.

"Cool! We're both on the radio, but sunshine driver gets to pick the music, shotgun shuts his cake-hole."

"Did you just make a Supernatural reference with me?"

"Maybe....you watch it?"

"YES! OF COURSE!"

"This season is the last season though," he says with a pout.

"Don't make me cry. Don't bring it up."
I rode the rest of the way in a peaceful silence, until we pulled into his driveway.

"Ready to make some revolutionary music?"