Danny Phantom Fan Fiction ❯ The Sound of a Whisper ❯ Enough Kissing ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter 3: Enough Kissing

“Teach? But Danny, you've never had the patience for that kind of thing,” my mom said when Sam and I got home. I really think mother's were made to annoy us.

“I think he can do it, Maddie. He was very patient with little Jeremy today,” Sam said, and I couldn't help grinning at her in appreciation. Sometimes, I really liked Sam. “But I was only there for the last hour.” Other times, I really wanted to wring her neck as she smirked at me. “Still, he hadn't made the boy cry yet so that has to be a good sign.”

“If your father wasn't a rich, powerful billionaire, I would kill you right now,” I signed to her, scowling.

“All kidding aside,” my mom interrupted. “Are you sure this is what you want, Danny?”

I thought about it for a moment. I remembered the joy on Jeremy's face as he read the books I had written for him. I remember the way he excitedly signed the words back to me when I had him read a book alone. Maybe I didn't want to teach high school or teenagers, but I know I wanted to help every other little kid have the same excitement about being able to read. I could even hire a hearing TA that knew sign so she could teach them a few words. Of course, that would have to be after I actually became a teacher.

Looking up at my mother, I nodded. “I really do want to do this. Sometimes, parents don't know how to teach children like me. You did, but I don't think Jeremy's mom did. I think there are a lot more kids out there that could benefit from a teacher like me.”

“I think he just wants all the little kids to look up to him like some kind of super hero,” Sam signed, grinning at me as I glared at her.

“You don't have to be here,” I reminded her.

“But where would you be without me?” she signed, grinning that cheeky grin of hers. There were times when I really, really wanted to wipe that grin off her face.

I realized too late just how hard a teaching major would be. Not only was I going for a Bachelor's degree in education, but I had also decided to get a multiple-subject credential so I could teach young children like Jeremy. That one little boy became my inspiration. His adorable little face and his desire to become just like me were what kept me going as I struggled through my classes.

“Just make sure that you're doing this for you,” Jazz kept reminding me. “If this isn't what you're want, you're not going to feel motivated enough to continue.”

Sometimes, having a sister that's a psychiatrist is not a good thing. I really couldn't wait for her to find some other guy to analyze. Still, Jazz did have a point. I had never felt motivated before. I had just gone to college because my parents told me to. Now, I had a dream and a plan.

“You should volunteer at the library,” Sam signed to me as she walked with me to the university. She was studying to be a nurse, and she had also taken several courses of sign language. “You could get some experience that way.”

I looked over at her with a frown. “Saam,” I whined the signed, “Isn't my schedule full enough? Between my classes, homework, chores, and fighting your daily trips out, I barely have any time to myself.” I grinned. “Unless you plan on removing yourself from that list.”

She gave me a droll look. “Funny, Fenton. But you're not getting rid of me that easily. I'll meet you at the flag pole, okay?”

I rolled my eyes. “Do I have a choice?”

“Nope.” She grinned at me then waved and ran off to some sort of science class.

If she ever does become a nurse, I hope her patients drive her crazy. She was definitely making me crazy.

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“You got a call today,” my mom signed. “A woman named Sarah wanting you to watch her son?”

I grinned. Sam wouldn't be able to bug me about volunteer work anymore. “Yes, I know her. Did she say when she wanted me to watch him?”

“She left her class schedule with me.” My mom handed me a piece of paper, and I couldn't help but grin. I would be just out of class for most of these. It would work perfectly. “She said her son couldn't stop talking about you and wants to learn to read more.”

Why did she look so nervous? “What, Mom? What's wrong? And don't give me any of that bullshit that nothing's wrong. I can see it in your face.”

“I just wish you would have warned me. I don't like strange women calling you like that.”

I rolled my eyes. “Mom!” “She's not a strange woman. I'm sorry I forgot to tell you who she was, but she's not a weirdo. Jeremy's her son.”

She seemed a bit more comfortable at that. What exactly was my mom worried about, anyway? It's not like I could have a girlfriend; I was deaf. Girls just weren't interested in me.

Sarah didn't need me to watch Jeremy on Fridays. Jeremy's dad had join custody so he got his son for the weekend. So, I had an hour to kill while I waited for Sam to get out of class. I know sometimes she could get on my nerves, but walking home with her was better than walking home alone. She said her dad had bought her a car, but it was still on its way over. When I asked what that meant, she had flushed and signed, “He bought me a Ferrari.” So, the car was on its way over from Italy.

I had walked the halls several times already before deciding I needed to go to the library or something. I thought I saw this girl following me, but every time I looked back she wasn't there. Still, I kept seeing her out of the corner of my eye; I thought for sure I was going crazy. I was in the children's books, looking for books for Jeremy when she actually walked up to me. She leaned against the bookshelf beside me, her lips moving. I shook my head, pointing to my ear, and her eyes brightened. Why did I suddenly have a bad feeling in gut?

She grabbed my arm and dragged me away. I don't know how this girl was stronger than me, but even when I shook my head and tugged to try and free my arm, she didn't let go. Why would a girl be heading for the restroom and take me with her? This had something bad written all over it. She dragged me inside, made sure the entire bathroom was empty then locked me in a stall with her. My eyes widened as she pressed me against the tile and leaned forward to kiss me. My brain froze as her lips met mine. My first kiss, and I didn't even get a choice in the girl.

I was jolted back to life when her hand snaked down my pants. “Sam!” I shouted, though I knew she had to be across campus somewhere. I whimpered and shook my head as this strange girl popped the first button on my jeans. “Sam!!!!” I closed my eyes tightly, willing for this all to go away. I was not just about to get raped; this girl had not just kissed me. I felt the whoosh of air as the door was pushed open, my eyes snapping open. The girl backed away from me as Sam walked in; I would have too if I hadn't been so traumatized. Sam looked just about as dangerous as an atomic bomb.

She glanced over at me, and I just sank to the floor, my head in my hands. My legs were shaking too badly to hold me up anymore. I had always thought men couldn't be raped. Apparently, they could be. For what seemed like several minutes, I sat there taking in deep breaths and letting them out slowly. A hand touched my shoulder, and I looked up at Sam. That girl was gone, and the fire in Sam's eyes had dimmed.

“Danny,” she signed. “What happened?”

“She… kissed me. Then she started…” I just shook my head. I didn't want to even think about where that would have gone. “I tried to tell her no, but she didn't stop. I couldn't… hit her. I didn't want to hurt her.” I looked up at Sam, swallowing hard. “How did you get here so fast?”

“My class let out early. When I didn't see you at the flag pole, I had a feeling you'd come here.” Standing, she held out a hand for me. I let her pull me up, still shaking too badly to want to even figure out what had just been about to happen.

“Are you okay?” Sam asked me later as we walked to my place.

“I'm… better,” I signed sowly. “I just didn't know men could get raped.”

“Well of course not. What man would report that he'd been taken advantage of? It's a little damaging to the male ego and all to know that they weren't in control.” That managed to get a bit of a grin out of me. “There we go. That's the Danny I know.”

I stuck my tongue out at her. “She kissed me too.” I made a face. “My first kiss, and it had to be her.”

“That doesn't count, Danny. If you didn't kiss her back, it wasn't a real first kiss.”

“Oh? Do you know this from personal experience? Are you the self-proclaimed first kiss patrol?”

Her face flushed, and she rolled her eyes at me. “Don't get cute, Fenton. Go back to being the sad little victim.”

“What, are you going to kiss my boo-boo and make it better?” I teased. My eyes widened as I found lips connecting with mine for the second time that day. I really must be attractive if I kept getting random women kissing me. Her lips were soft and sweet, and I really, really wanted to return the kiss.

Then she pulled away. Her eyes were wide, and she looked stunned. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to! In the moment and everything…” Why was she trying to explain herself? That kiss was perfect. The taste of her lips still lingered on mine, and I really, really wanted to kiss her now. “Danny? Are you okay? You've got a dorky grin on your face.”

I guess she really hadn't meant to kiss me after all. I scowled at her. “I'm fine. Let's just get home, okay? I've had enough kissing for one day.”

I couldn't have been more confused than after those two kisses I had experienced. Sure, I kind of figured the one with that strange girl meant nothing. She had only been after one thing, and thankfully Sam had foiled that. But the kiss with Sam… I still don't know why she kissed me. She blushes more around me now, and it only confuses me further. Did I do something to make her act so weird? I mean, she apologized for the kiss; that means she didn't want it, right? I will never understand women, of that I was certain.

“I think she likes you,” Jazz signed after Sam had left for the day. I scowled at my sister, and she just grinned at me. “She keeps looking at you like she wants you to kiss her. Did something happen?”

“Well, she saved me from near-rape if that's what you mean,” I signed back with a roll of my eyes. “Of course, then Sam kissed me. I still don't get it. She was all flustered and everything and she apologized for kissing me. Something about being in the moment. What the hell does that mean?”

“My poor, naïve little brother. Maybe you'll figure it out someday. I'm not going to help you with this one.”

I scowled at her. I knew Jazz had a lot more experience with romance and dating and all of that. I couldn't even count how many boyfriends I had seen come through our house. Of course, Jazz claimed most of those boys were students she was tutoring. Well, they certainly wanted to date even if she hadn't been interested. And then Jazz and the boy she'd brought home as her “tutor.” All the shy little looks she sent him and the gushing over his “brilliance.” I knew for a fact that she knew this subject well enough on her own. I thought she'd lost her mind. Of course, they had ended up kissing by the end of the night. I mean, if I didn't know better, I would have said Sam was acting the same exact—Oh…

It hit me as I was walking up the stairs to my room. The shy looks, the blushing, the teasing; hell, even the kiss after the whole thing with the bathroom. Jazz was right; Sam wanted me to kiss her. But I was too much of a shy dork to even notice the signs. I could feel the heat on my cheeks, and I scowled. Great, now I wouldn't have the courage to even look at her tomorrow. Sometimes I really wonder how I even managed to get into college.

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“Danny? I don't understand this word.”

I leaned over the little boy's shoulder at the word he pointed to. The two of us were in the library since it made it easier to get more books. Jeremy was learning quickly, and he would always smile so big every time I complimented him on his progress. I still hadn't quite figured out what to do about Sam. Jeremy was a welcome relief from that girl taking up my every thought. I couldn't understand why, but now that I'd realized I liked Sam too, she seemed to consume me. Metaphorically speaking, of course.

“That word is mechanical,” I signed to him.

He watched my hands as I spelled out each letter, looking back at the book to see the written word. As his reading progressed, so did his writing. I didn't even have to really teach him that. He picked up on the letters and the words from reading the books. He said he wanted to be a writer someday; evidently, I influenced this boy a lot more than I thought I would. A hand fell on my shoulder, and I glanced up to grin at Sam. She looked flushed, as if she'd run here.

“Where's the fire?” I asked.

She made a face. “Running from some boy that really, really wanted to date me.”

My eyes narrowed. Another thing that had popped up when I realized I liked Sam too: a strange kind of overprotection of her. “Yeah, well, he'll have to find someone else. You're already taken.” Sam's eyes widened, and mine did too when I realized what I'd said.

I should really think before I sign.

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Author's Note: I really love to torture Danny… He's so angsty! It's so much fun! Hmm, what is in store for him next, I wonder? The coolest part of this is that after putting the character's personalities in place, I basically just write how they would react to whatever. If I threw a rock at Danny, what would he do? You know, that kind of stuff. So, it's really all them.

Reviews

SamanthaGirlScout: Aww Jeremy's cute! I hope he does come back though... it'd be cool! Keep going k? (I gave you a 5 so I can let you know how I feel 'bout the fic as you go. From me treat the 5 as a 0. Hopefully it'll go up over the next few chappies!)

A five??? A five!!! I'll take ten out of your butt and then make you review the overall rating as a ten! Give me a five just so you can make me keep updating for you…

Shawney: I always heart your writings, Duck lol I liked seeing Danny portrayed as almost a completely different person. Are you still going to give him ghost powers in the end? I was also wondering if that was an actual side effect of giving that drug to small children lol

It's good to see SOMEONE appreciates genius, unlike some OTHER people that review my writings…. *glares pointedly at Sam* To answer your question, no, Danny will not be receiving ghost powers. He shall remain powerless.