Wet Dream

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Chapter 4: Kissing Bash Street style

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Authors note: Just really wanted to finish this story

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Sidney's fist slammed against the desk before he took his seat. "That was well out of order." He muttered to a swollen Spotty.

"I can't move my face." He scowled, half in rage and half in pain, "but…" he took a seat. "just so you know… I'm well pissed off."

"Oh and I'm not??" he jabbed a threatening finger in his chest. "DON'T talk that way about my sister again. Or I'll-!"

"Children, children please!" Teacher was at the front of the classroom, eyeing his group of flustered students

Both Danny and Toot's seats were empty, but he didn't seem to care.

He tossed his briefcase down with a sigh. "I just wish you kids would grow up a bit faster." The kids exchanged confused glances, but he seemed to be going off on personal dialogue. "but alas, the worse is yet to come. If possible, you'll all be more immature than you are."

"such is the curse of teenagerdom."

"Hold on!" Plug cocked a brow, "What you on about? You mean.. we're going to be teenagers now?"

"Well of course you stupid boy. How old are you now? 12? 13? Don't you all realize that you're in the process of, or will go through, puberty??"

The color drained from their faces, twisting into ghastly expressions, except for Spotty, who couldn't move his face.

"You can't be serious!"

He groaned to the ceiling, exhausted from their stupidity. "Don't tell me you haven't even considered what's about to happen in the next stage of your lives? Its time to grow up! After all, your bodies are changing incredibly! Wilfred? Isn't your voice cracking??"

"A little bit." He croaked, the words cracking into an embarrassing beat. "but mum said its only for a little while."

"And Spotty, isn't your face, well… spottier?"

"I wouldn't know right now because of all the blood." He muttered.

"And fatty, clearly you're sweating more." He pinned his nose as Fatty burped in offense, mouth full of chips. "You're all obviously growing up. It's time you've come to realize that. You're not children anymore, you're teenagers."

But Plug folded his arms and thrust his chin out defiantly. "we're never going to grow up."

But no one in the class looked too sure anymore.

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Danny sat on a rocks edge of Beano creek, glaring at his scuffed shoes.

The sound of streaming water was soothing to his slightly bruised face, but the humiliation still burned on his cheeks

"I'm so awkward." He muttered, clenching his fists.

He was suppose to be the calm and composed leader, not a spastic and mushy idiot.

He really couldn't help it though.

He groaned into his palms. Hating the lack of self-control.

"What's wrong with you?!" she sneered. Danny's head snapped up immediately, finding himself face to face with a fierce looking Toots. So… she had found him.

"W-what you mean?" he stammered.

Hand on her hip, her face twisted into a sneer. "I mean exactly this! You're sulking and moping and bein' pathetic! Not to mention turning red in the face every time you see me! You're acting like a… a…" she cringed, barely able to say the words. "a.. softy!"

His body deflated. He opened his mouth to rebut, but he really couldn't argue with it.

It was true.

"I'm a softy…" he paused thoughtfully. "because I have feelings for you….?"

She looked like she got hit in the face with a stack of bricks. "eh?"

"Then I guess I'm a softy."

"Shut up!" she clutched her head, her face burning, unable to deal with all these sudden, strange new emotions. "shut up shut up!"

He mumbled pathetically. "I'm sorry."

And his apology only frustrated her. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block everything out, including Danny's confession, which was giving her a headache.

After all, he had just twisted her entire world upside-down. She was the tomboy, the best friend, the twin sister, she wasn't suppose to like him. If he did, then what did that mean for her? Did it mean she had to grow up?

So she dealt with this the only way she could; by getting angry. "Can't you just act normal to me?!" she yelled. "Why are you treating me like I'm somebody else…?"

"Because, I never realized… "" he groaned, the anxiety flopping around in his stomach again. "how good you smell."

Why wouldn't he shut up?? He bit his lips, squeezed his eyes shut and waited for her to hit him, push him, do something.

But she gaped in shock, and she simply looked beautiful. Her dark eyes, bold, bright, wide. Danny couldn't even stand it anymore.

He was the leader of Bash Street, it was time to take charge.

Sliding his hand beneath her hair he pulled her into a kiss. His first kiss. Her lips were soft, her skin smelt good. So good. Danny could barely breath.

They pulled apart, and Danny dazed dreamily, until…

"What the hell are you playin' at eh??" she snapped, giving him that look.

"Oh shit." He cursed before her fist made him black out.

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Danny slid his lids apart with a groan. On the grass, on his back, staring at blue sky through bruised eyes.

And then a scowling Toots came into view. "That should teach you a lesson."

"Yea! Never to touch you again!" he clutched his face, curling up on the floor painfully. "You punched me in my black eye! Don't you realize how much it hurts?"

She bent over him, closing in on his face threateningly. "Not as much as its gonna hurt when I do that again!" Danny's childishness took over. He grit his teeth and grabbed her hair, pushing her into the dirt.

And there they were, having a full out scuffle on the grass, dirt flying everywhere, punches being thrown, yelling screaming. Doing what they usually do.

Within a couple minutes, Danny had her pinned. Breathing heavily, face bloody and sweaty, he shot her an angry look as she tried to struggle out of his grip.

"Don't you dare." She threatened, "Don't try and kiss me again."

"And what's wrong with that? " he yelled

Her body heat pulsated against Danny's skin. Even though he was angry and covered in mud, the smell of her hair poured through his nose.

"Because it makes me sick you SOFTY!" she squirmed further. They were both so red and angry and stupid.

Danny was so pissed that he bent down and kissed her again anyway, but this time deeply, fully, holding nothing back, refusing to let go.

And it was at that point he accepted everything. He was growing up… they all were, It was time to welcome all the dirt, sugar, honey and milk that came along with it. Life was bitter sweet, he could taste it on his best friends dirty lips.

She muffled a scream, but it drifted away and before they knew it, she was kissing him back.

And there they lay, gripping each other, their lips pressed fiercely together, kissing in the mud, Bash Street Style.

THE END

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Finally finished that bloody story