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Someone Tonight: Side A
It all started at lunch, the Friday before the Halloween dance. He was talking to Ali about how he couldn’t go because Johnny would kill him if he saw him there. The next, Ali’s eyes widened with realization as she told Daniel she’d take care of it and to come over to Susan’s place a couple hours before the party. He was nervous about whatever the costume idea she concocted was. Daniel hoped that it was a better idea than the shower costume Mr. Miyagi suggested.
The day came, and when he got there, Daniel placed his bike on the side of the house (it definitely looked out of place next to the large and pristine house). Susan’s mom had him bring a tray of shrimp cocktails and potato chips up to her room (Susan’s favorite and the chips were for Ali). Ali and Susan were already dressed up when he got to the room.
Ali was wearing a white dress with a sparkling belt across the middle, and she was twirling the stick of a white masquerade mask in one hand. Then there was Susan, who was dressed as a punk in a purple and black cheetah print dress embellished with studs. He wasn’t sure about what they were supposed to be dressed as, but they looked fantastic and he wasn’t going to spoil their fun by questioning it.
Daniel was about to say hello when he spotted the outfit laying across Susan’s frilly four-poster. An oversized light gray sweatshirt with the neck cut out, a pink and grey headband, black knee-high leg warmers, and a pair of black heels. He recognized the ensemble instantly as the unmistakable outfit of the main girl from Flashdance . Face flushing, he turned to glare at Susan and Ali.
“This is some joke you guys played on me. If you didn’t want me to come, you could’ve just said so.” He nearly shouted. As he turned to leave, Ali grabbed his arm.
“We’re not making fun of you Daniel. Seriously. It’s just, nobody will expect you to come dressed up like this. And I just really wanted you to be able to go to the party with us.”
Daniel stilled. “I mean, all of that’s true I guess. But couldn’t you have picked something that, yah know, covered a bit more?” he said, looking at the hemline of the gray shirt-dress.
“We can add something underneath I guess.” Susan said,voice sounding pained for some reason, before popping a shrimp into her mouth.
Ali went over to the dresser and started examining the clothes in there for what Daniel hoped was tights. Or sweatpants.
“Also,” he said practically tiptoeing closer to the outfit as if it was going to jump up and bite him, “I want to be able to not kill myself when I walk. Got anything with less of a heel?” he asked, examining the four-inch heel of one shoe.
“Ugh.” Susan replied. “I suppose we can find you something from my mom’s closet. I think she’s part bigfoot.” Wow, even her mom wasn’t spared from Susan’s scathing tongue.
Susan plastered the wig to his skull and applied his make up. Hi Ma tended towards a more simple routine with her makeup, but maybe this was a rich-girl thing to layer their faces like a cake. Ali had to hold him down while his eyelashes were curled and the mascara was applied. Susan then threatened him afterwards (“If you mess up my hard work before we get to the party, I’ll destroy you.”)
When he looked in the mirror, Daniel was stunned. Before him was a somewhat tall girl, with long legs, big brown eyes, and bouncy curls of brunette hair. The grey and pink headband held it up out of his eyes. The sweatshirt-dress barely went down to the midpoint of his thighs, and one of his shoulders was left uncovered by the wide gap as a result of having the neck cut out. His entire collar bone was visible, open and vulnerable. Even with the nylons covering up the length of leg between the dress and the leg warmers, Daniel never felt more exposed.
“Yes, you look pretty Danielle. Can we go now?” Susan said snottily, though she was smiling even as she said it.
They went downstairs, with Susan leading the way. She talked to her parents, who were also about to leave for the Halloween party being hosted at the country club. It was a good enough distraction for Ali and Daniel to sneak down the stairs.
Ali grinned and grabbed his hand, making his heart just a bit. She tugged him towards the door and out into the cooler evening air. He was glad he at least had tights on to protect his legs against it. They got into the car and waited until Susan came out a few minutes later. Radio on, the trio were off to the dance.
Outside the gym doors, Daniel lingered, pulling down uselessly at the hem of his dress. Ali looked back at him, “Come on Danni, don’t you want to dance?” she grinned. Daniel rolled his eyes, putting his hands back to his sides and following her into the gym. He felt so awkward, feeling like any second someone was going to point their finger at him and everyone would know. It felt like everyone was looking at him anyway, and he put his head down to avoid eye contact.
Ali frowned at him. “C’mon Danni, it’s okay.” and then she said in a lower tone next to his ear, “Nobody recognizes you. They are just wondering who the cute new girl is. Have fun!” She slipped her hand into his and squeezed.
Daniel nodded and smiled at her. Then “Ghostbusters” came on and his nerves went away as Ali and Susan began to dance, pulling him into their good mood and rhythm. They were just taking a break and sitting on the gym bleachers for a second when Daniel could see a group of skeletons stride through the gym doors. One had a familiar swoop of blonde hair. He tensed up at the sight, gaze following Johnny and his Cobras across the dance floor.
Ali shook his arm to get his attention, “Ignore those guys.”
Susan followed her up with, “Yeah forget those jerks. Let’s dance!”
With that, the trio returned to dancing, though Daniel swayed more than danced this time around. But, Ali and Susan didn’t seem to mind too much.
In between songs, Johnny came over to their group while they were near the punch table. “Hey Ali. Who’s the new chick?” he asked, tilting his head in Daniel’s direction.
“She’s not a ‘chick.’ She’s my cousin.” Susan sneered, somehow looking even more unimpressed than usual (which Daniel didn’t think was possible).
“Is that right?” Johnny said, blue eyes still staring intensely into Daniel’s own baby browns.
“Yeah, that’s right. My name is Danni, with an ‘i’” Daniel replied back to Johnny, doing his best to alter his pitch higher and at least appear neutral while speaking to the guy who pushed him off a cliff .
Johnny smirked at that, and was about to say something (what was the jerk going to say now?), when there was a sudden ruckus to their left. The other Cobras were calling Johnny back over to them
“Hey Johnny are you done striking out yet?” Tommy yelled. Dutch howled at that, throwing his head back and laughing like a drunk hyena.
“Well, maybe I’ll see you around, Danni with an ‘i’,” Johnny said with a wink, before returning to his friends.
“What an idiot.” Susan said, nose twisting.
Daniel snorted at that, which made Ali giggle. Susan started to laugh a bit too, before her face turned into a grimace. The dark-haired girl folded over on herself, hands clutching her stomach.
“Hey, are you feeling okay?” Ali said to the other girl. Susan shook her head weakly.
“Danie-- Danni, I’m gonna go with Susan to the bathroom before she upchucks. We’ll be back soon, okay?” She said before hauling an increasingly pale-looking Susan across the gym floor.
Daniel was left alone at the punch table, plastic cup in hand. The doors had hardly closed behind them when, like an eagle, Johnny swooped back in front of Daniel, ladling punch into a cup of his own.
“We can talk now that your guard dogs aren’t around,” Johnny said, standing closer to Daniel.
“You know, I could say the same about you and your goons.”
Johnny frowned at first but then seemed to consider it. “.. I guess it could seem like that. But they’re my friends.” He took a sip from his cup. Johnny’s eyebrows raised up notably, even with the stupid skeleton face paint (see Johnny was wearing make-up too, so that had to, like it, even out this whole situation. Or something).
“Damn. Dutch got to it already.” Johnny said before taking a larger gulp of the blood-red punch.
“What? He spiked it?” Daniel raised the cup to his nose and sniffed, nose wrinkling near instantly at the smell. “Wow. I think you could use this to clean paint brushes”.
“Yeah.” Johnny replied before downing the rest of his cup. “Want me to drink yours for you? Don’t want you to get sick or something.”
How chivalrous , Daniel thought sarcastically.
“No, I can take care of myself.” Daniel downed his own in nearly one go, resisting the urge to pinch his nose to get through it. It was like drinking death, if death tasted like cherry-pineapple flavored nail polish remover. Throat burning and eyes watering, Daniel regretted his own refusal to look weak.
“Bad-ass.” Johnny said emphatically, nodding in approval. Johnny’s approval, just what he always wanted. Still, the praise made his heart thump and a tingle went up his spine. No, that was just the alcohol kicking in, Daniel assured himself. He didn’t care if Johnny thought he was bad-ass or anything at all.
“Hey, do you wanna dance?” Johnny asked. Before Daniel could respond, he was putting their cups in the trash nearby. He took one of Daniel’s hands, and placed one of his hands on Daniel’s hip.
“Let’s Dance” starts up and Johnny was spinning him across the dance floor, and he’s never felt more breathless. He even laughs when he gets dipped at the end of “Girls Just Want To Have Fun”.
“Where are you from?”
Daniel narrowed his eyes at him, suspicious. “Why do you say that?”
“Your accent-- you’re from the East coast, right?”
“Yeah,” Daniel replied shortly, looking for an opportunity to escape Johnny’s arms.
“California’s an upgrade, isn’t it?” It felt like Johnny was trying to goad him into more conversation. And it was working.
“If you like smog.”
Johnny laughed. “Not like New Jersey is known for its fresh air either. At least it’s warm here, and you can surf here.”
“What about snow? Besides, I’m not the surfing type.”
“Maybe I could take you some time. Show you my favorite beach.”
Daniel snorted. “Maybe.” More like never, but Johnny didn’t need to know that. Danielle would disappear after this, and nothing more would come of this. Well, it seemed like Ali and Susan weren’t coming back anytime soon. So he stayed dancing with Johnny. It was fun seeing Johnny being completely fooled by him. If the blond knew it was Daniel Larusso he was dancing with, well it would probably end with Daniel having his face smashed in and his Ma shopping for a casket.
They drank some more punch in between songs and talk. It was surprisingly easy to talk to Johnny like this. And Johnny laughed at all his jokes and looked at him like he was in love with him. And wasn’t that the funniest joke of all? But Daniel wasn’t going to worry about it; his head was light and he was content to float along, letting Johnny lead his body as he saw fit.
The mood shifted when a slow song came on(“Careless Whisper”). Johnny pressed Daniel close to him, swaying slowly. The smell of Johnny and the pressure of him against his body, Daniel found himself hardening.
He tried to move away, but Johnny’s grip was like steel on his hips. He stepped impossibly closer, until his lower half was flush against Daniel.
Daniel took his head off Johnny’s shoulder and looked up, expecting to see disgust on Johnny’s face. Instead, Johnny staring back at him, pupils dilated until only a ring of crystal blue was left. Subconsciously, his eyes darted to Johnny’s painted lips and his tongue darted out to lick his own. As if given permission, Johnny closed in and pressed his lips to Daniel’s, pulling him closer against him in the process. Daniel’s hands went into Johnny’s blond locks. Johnny’s tongue pressed at the seam of his lips, and he opened up, allowing Johnny to dart his tongue inside.
“Stop! Six inches Lawrence!” Mr. Harris yelled at them, which broke them out of their trance.
“Yeah, Johnny. Leave room for Jesus.” someone snickered at them and it sounded suspiciously like Dutch.
Next, Johnny was firmly gripping his wrist and pulling Daniel out of the gym and down the hallway. Daniel almost tripped several times. Johnny slowed down after that, relaxing his grip slightly.
He brought them into an empty boys’ bathroom, far from the gym and the other partygoers. Daniel’s heart thumped in his chest. He even tried to break away once, but Johnny’s grip just tightened in response.
Johnny pulled him into a stall and released his wrists. He stepped away and looked at the blond warily. Daniel hoped if the guy was going to kill him he’d just do it. He rubbed his wrist where Jonny’s fingerprints left a mark. Like he’d been branded. Daniel blamed that thought completely on the punch.
He came closer to Daniel, crowding him against the bathroom wall. “You okay there LaRusso?”
“What?” Daniel blinked at him. “You knew it was me?”
Johnny nodded. “Yeah.”
“The whole time!?”
Johnny rolled his eyes. “Not exactly the best disguise. I mean, your face basically looks the same. Anyways, there’s something better we could be doing.” His hand went to trace Daniel’s hip, and Daniel slapped it away. Johnny frowned, but he still took his hand away.
“Nobody else noticed-- how did you ?”
“Maybe everybody else is an idiot.”
Daniel laughed at that. “Yeah right,” he said and then feeling emboldened, he added, “Maybe you’re just that obsessed with me. How long have you been looking for an excuse, huh?”
Johnny’s face darkened and Daniel thought for a second he was going to get punched as Johnny encroached on his space once more. He placed his hands on either side of Daniel’s head and leaned down to smash their lips together.
Daniel moaned, giving into the spark between him and Johnny. They made out for a while, before Johnny broke it off and flipped him so his hands were bracing the stall door.
“What the hell ?!” Daniel cursed at him, lipstick smeared; he tried to turn around but Johnny’s hands kept him pinned there.
Johnny rolled his hips against him. Daniel could feel Johnny’s erection pressing on his ass, and nudging his cheeks apart a little. It wasn’t like he hadn’t thought about being with another boy before. There’d been a crush on an older boy in his neighborhood that he denied, denied, denied until the other boy moved away and broke his little twelve-year old heart. But he never let himself act on anything; even masturbating to the thought of another guy seemed off-limits-- a line he didn’t dare cross.
Now Johnny Lawrence was grinding on him and if he let himself just feel it, well it wasn’t bad. No, it felt good, so good that he was pushing back against it and breathing heavily, feeling way too hot in the sweater-dress. Excitement and nerves were bubbling in his chest-- how far were they going to take this? It felt like a game of chicken, and Daniel hated to lose.
Instead of the feeling of his tights being pulled down like he expected, Daniel felt the thin fabric stretching tight over his ass, one of Johnny’s hands on each cheek. His breath hitched.
“Wait---” and before Daniel could tell him not to, Johnny tore the fabric apart, exposing his underwear.
“Wow, you really committed to this, didn’t you?” Johnny said, placing a finger under a thin strap of the black string bikini panties.
Heat rose to his cheeks, “Susan said my briefs would’ve shown through.”
Johnny pushed Daniel’s panties to the side, and he shivered as he felt the cold air of the bathroom brush across his ass.
Suddenly, the hands were off him and he could hear them rubbing together behind him.
"What are you doing?" Daniel asked.
"Don't worry I'm just warming it up."
"Warming what up--" and he was cut off this time as Johnny answered him with a slicked finger at his entrance, rubbing circles before dipping into his ass. Daniel’s eyes went wide, and his body stiffened despite the liquor in his system.
“If you keep squeezing like that you're going to break my finger.” Johnny commented.
“Maybe you should make it feel better then.” Daniel snapped at him.
“Don’t be a bitch. I got it.” Johnny replied.
Afterwards, there was a squelching noise, then he felt a cool glob smack the skin just above his hole. The single finger went in easier this time, and it was weird to have something going up there but it wasn't necessarily bad either…
It dug into him and he could sense Johnny was searching for something. It was crooking, pressing firmly against a wall when it found its target. Daniel jumped a bit at the feeling, his cock hardening more at the toe curling sensation. Most embarrassing of all, he had moaned like a--
"Like a whore." Johnny finished for him, because apparently Daniel was saying his thoughts out loud. He took a deep breath as Johnny added another finger, and willed himself to relax against the intrusion.
More lube was added and after another minute, Johnny said, "I think you're ready. How do you feel?”
“Like you could hurry up.”
“Shut up and let me make sure it's at least good for you. Dipshit.” He inserted a third finger that had Daniel wriggling his hips.
“You're a real charmer, you know that?” He managed to say, despite his brain starting to malfunction.
Johnny crooked his fingers into his prostate in reply, making Daniel’s whole body jolt. He wondered if that was what Johnny would do anytime he couldn’t think of something smart to say.
“I think you’re ready now. You good?”
“Good. I’m good. Just hurry up.”
“Can do.” He could practically feel the other boy grinning. Hands were off him, and he turned around to watch Johnny taking off his costume. He was filled with envy at Johnny’s washboard abs compared to his own skinny frame, but at the same time his fingers were itching to touch them.
Johnny caught him looking and smirked, which made Daniel roll his eyes, “I’ve seen better.” Shit wait-- that sounded really gay and Daniel wasn’t gay, technically speaking. He still had some interest in girls, after all.
“Sure you have.” Johnny said, and then he was taking off his shoes. He took the rest of the costume off of him until he was left in his underwear, his hard dick almost poking out the top of it.
“You could be an underwear model,” Daniel blurted out because drunk Daniel didn’t give a damn about his dignity. But if Johnny did model underwear for Calvin Klein or whatever, sober Daniel would probably cut out the page and put it under his mattress for safekeeping.
Johnny’s face turned red and it took a second for Daniel to process that Johnny was blushing. Daniel grinned. “Shut up.” Johnny said, though Daniel hadn’t said a word. Next, Johnny pulled off his underwear, and his erection was free. Holy shit-- he knew Johnny’s dick was bigger than his but this was ridiculous.
Johnny bent down and retrieved something out of the costume’s pockets-- a condom.
“Are you going to just stand there or do you want to help, princess?”
Daniel sneered at the name but came closer anyways. “What do you want me to do, your lordship?”
“Smartass. Grab the lube.” He tilted his head to where he left it on the floor. Daniel bent over and grabbed it. “Now help me slick up before I put the condom on.” Daniel could feel his cheeks heat up, his ears too.
“What? You're okay with having someone else’s dick inside you, but you’re too prissy to touch one?”
“Fuck you.” Daniel said, squirting some lube into his palm. He then reached his hand out and tentatively stroked Johnny’s dick, coating it with lube. It was weird holding another guy’s dick. Like, it was familiar but there was a thrill in feeling Johnny’s every minute reaction. He could practically feel it twitch when his thumb stroked the head.
Johnny rolled the condom on. Then, one hand returned to his dick and he coated the condom in lube. His cheeks red, Daniel turned his head back to stare at anything else.
“Turn around.”
“You could at least say please.” Daniel muttered, but turned and placed his hands against the bathroom door once more.
The hem of the dress was pulled up again, and two of Johnny’s fingers were touching his hole, slippery with lube. He quickly stretched Daniel’s ass again, scissoring a few times before removing them.
Daniel’s body tensed as he felt the head of Johnny’s dick nudge against his entrance.
"Take a deep breath." Johnny said, and as he did so, Daniel felt it pop inside. He winced at the stretch. It was slightly painful, but more uncomfortable than anything. Daniel grunted as Johnny inched a bit further into him.
“Want me to stop?” Johnny asked, though his tone made it clear that he hoped Daniel wouldn’t respond with a ‘no.’
“Just wait a moment. Maybe put some more lube on?”
Johnny obeyed, remarkably with only an “Okay.”
Gee. All he had to do to get Johnny to listen to him was let him fuck him.
After spreading more lube around Daniel’s entrance, Johnny waited a minute before he continued pushing into him. Daniel gasped, and reminded himself to breathe. Johnny’s dick felt a lot bigger inside, and he felt oddly full. But it wasn’t bad, yet it wasn’t good either.
What seemed like forever later, Johnny was fully seated inside him. Daniel groaned, feeling even fuller than before.
Johnny gritted out, “So fucking tight. Shit, maybe I should’ve stretched you more…”
Daniel shook his head, “No, no. Maybe if you just move, it’ll be better.”
Johnny experimentally pulled out and then pushed back in, and shit that was better. Daniel clenched around him and then Johnny started up a slow rhythm. His hands went to Daniel’s hips, and his pace hastened after a couple minutes.
On one particular thrust, Johnny hit his prostate and Daniel’s brain melted. He gave his loudest moan yet, and his insides trembled around Johnny’s dick. Johnny’s eyes practically sparkled, and he set to committing that magical spot inside Daniel to memory. Daniel couldn’t help but throw his hips back into it, trying to match Johnny’s pace.
Daniel screamed as Johnny pounded his prostate, his accuracy immaculate. A few minutes of that and Johnny’s hand reaching down to touch his dick,Daniel was coming hard. His cum splattered against the inside of the dress, and some of it dripped down to the bathroom floor.
Feeling Daniel clenching tight on him during his orgasm, Johnny wasn’t far behind. A few hard thrusts, and he was filling up the condom with his cum. A part of him wished he hadn’t used a condom. Then he’d see it dripping from LaRusso, like a flashing neon sign saying ‘“Johnny was here.”
Both of them fucked out and still on the tipsy side of drunk, the two boys slumped to ground. Johnny relocated them to the piece of wall by the toilet. He was lying down, leaning against the bathroom wall. Daniel was in his lap, eyes closed. In a few minutes, he was wearing Johnny’s headphones and leaning against his chest.
Johnny rolled a joint, and Daniel hummed to the music coming from the headphones (“Good Trouble”).
He lit it and sucked on it, blowing out smoke afterwards. Daniel opened his eyes and looked up.
“Want a puff?” Johnny offered.
Daniel nodded and Johnny passed it to him. He brought it and put it to his plush lips to take a drag, and wow that was a pretty picture. He breathed in and held it before releasing a puff of smoke into the air. He passed it back to Johnny, closing his eyes and leaning deeper into Johnny’s chest.
“I can’t believe I lost my virginity in a high school bathroom.” Daniel said, counting the cracks on the ceiling.
He could feel Johnny choke behind him. “You’re a virgin?!”
“Was. I was a virgin.” Daniel replied dryly.
Johnny looked astonished, and then far too pleased with himself. Daniel gave him a vicious jab backwards with his elbow.
Daniel looked down at his costume. "Fuck. What am I going to do about my clothes?"
"Do you have any in your locker?"
Daniel shook his head. "No. I took them home to get washed."
"... I got some in mine." Johnny offered. Daniel sighed. He had to take what he could get. Johnny cleaned himself up a bit and then left for the boys’ locker room. The wait for him to return was awful. What if Johnny decided he still hated him and left him there like that? How the hell would he get home in this get up-- and, oh God, what if his Ma saw him dressed like this? (Daniel David LaRusso, you look like a prostitute and you smell as drunk as a skunk.”)
But all his doubts were for nothing, because Johnny returned five minutes later with a drawstring bag in hand.
Immediately after putting Johnny’s clothes on, Daniel felt ridiculous. The shirt was too long and just about covered all but a sliver of the red shorts Johnny had given him as well. Daniel threw the dress, underwear, and torn-up tights into the trash can and prayed for forgiveness from both God and Susan.
The wig and heels-- those he shoved into a drawstring bag Johnny had for his clothes. He'd just have to tell Susan he spilled punch all over the dress or something and snagged the tights.
They heard a group of people walking by the bathroom, laughing and jostling one another. The voices were recognizably the Cobras. Daniel watched as Johnny’s entire posture went rigid. They both held in their breaths until they couldn’t hear them anymore.
Daniel looked at the blond warily. “I can walk home.”
Johnny seemed to consider it for a moment (which made Daniel’s heart hurt for some reason), but then shook his head. “No. I’ll give you a ride.”
“Thanks.”
“No problem.”
They took the long way to the parking lot, Johnny walking ahead of him the entire way. Fortunately, most of the student body was still dancing in the gym. Daniel gingerly sat in the front seat, wincing as his butt made contact with the seat.
Johnny started up the car, and they left the school behind them. Daniel made sure to sink low in the seat for the first mile or so. He figured Johnny wouldn’t want them to be seen together. Hell, he wasn’t sure he wanted them to be seen together either.
The only conversation they had as Johnny drove him back was when Daniel gave directions to his apartment building. Otherwise, the ride back to Daniel's apartment was silent. Johnny had become quiet, and he refused to look at Daniel.
Daniel opened his mouth to say something, but everytime he did, it felt his stomach lurch forward. He was worried about what was going to happen at school tomorrow. Would Johnny go back to harassing him? Or would he ignore Daniel completely? But, even more than that, he felt like crying. But he wouldn’t, because what a way to make an awkward situation worse.
Why was Johnny being like this all of a sudden… asw it because the alcohol had worn off and now he regretted everything? Daniel’s head tried to make sense of his racing thoughts, but the alcohol and weed in his system wasn’t helping things at all.
When they arrived at South Seas apartments, Daniel got out of the car with the bag. “Bye Johnny.” He said.
Johnny looked at him briefly and nodded before driving off into the night. Only then, did Daniel let himself cry, tears rolling off his cheeks and soaking his borrowed shirt. He trudged up to the apartment slowly, both because of the pain of the stairs and trying to air out the smell of weed that lingered on his clothes.
He knocked on their apartment door, and his Ma answered it.
“My son has returned!” She grinned at him, but then paused, expression becoming somber. He winced. She probably could still smell the weed after all. To his surprise though, she was grabbing his face and looking at his eyes.
“You’ve been crying. What happened?” She grabbed his hands. Her hands were warm, and he grabbed them back.
“Nothing-- I was just being stupid thinking things could change or something. I don’t know.” Daniel shook his head. “I just wanna take a shower and pass out.”
Lucille reached her arms around and hugged him. She spoke, still holding onto him and rocking a bit back and forth, “I know it may not feel like it now, but it’s gonna be okay.” Then she separated from him, holding his face in her hands again. “And I will always be here for you. Even if you come home smelling like a pothead.”
Daniel opened his mouth to speak up and she shushed him.
“It’s California-- I figured that might be a possibility when we moved here. At the very least, promise me that you won’t smoke and drive,” and then she took a whiff of him again, “or drink and drive.”
“Okay. I promise.” He said. Daniel wondered if his Ma ever tried weed, but then thought better than asking her for the moment. He winced as head started to throb.
“We can talk more about this later, but you’re almost eighteen now. I hope you don’t make a habit of drinking or smoking. Alright, I’ll let you go to bed now.”
Daniel felt a little guilty about making his Ma worry about him, or think he might end up addicted. “Thanks Ma... Good night.”
“Night, my darling son. Maybe I’ll make greasy fried eggs for breakfast, what do you think?”
Oh. Daniel’s stomach did not like that at all, and he gagged. Lucille cackled, and left to go watch TV again. He guessed he deserved that. Daniel made his way to the bathroom and took a couple aspirin before he hopped in the shower. After that, he laid down in bed and did his best not to think about anything-- if only he could be as cold-blooded as Johnny Lawrence.