A/N: So this is an original story, but it's a re-write of the very first story i wrote for FictionPress. So needless to say that first story was HORRIBLE! I'm hoping this version will be better. I will leave that first edition up, but I encourage you not to read it for fear that you will go blind from the sheer badness of it.

I yawned as I looked around my bedroom. Almost every of wall space was covered in band posters. Blink 182, Greenday, One Republic, Sublime, My Chemical Romance, I even had a Rent poster. I raked my hand though my short black hair and stood up, shuffling sleepily to my bathroom. I washed my face and brushed my teeth, which in retrospect I should have eaten breakfast first, but whatever. I walked back into my bedroom, considerably more awake this time. I looked out the window and sighed. Another hot summer day. I pulled out a pair of black shorts and a bright red spaghetti strap shirt, then my tattered old converse. I slipped my phone in my pocket and went back to my bathroom to apply eyeliner. Once that important task was finished, I grabbed my messenger back that served as my purse and grabbed my keys on the way out. I ran down my apartment stairs to my battered old car, sending a text to Danny as I ran. Let me explain about Danny, he’s tall, with dark skin and dark eyes. He has black hair and he’s part Mexican. I drove quickly to Danny’s house (obeying the speed limit this time) and pulled into his driveway behind his Harley Davidson. I banged loudly on his front door, and when he didn’t answer, I picked the lock and ran up to his room.

As I expected, he was still asleep, snoring softly, his dark hair curling around his face. He was laying on his chest, not wearing a shirt, but his sheet had ridden down to his waist. I stood over him and texted him again, smirking. I saw the light on his phone blink from under the sheet.

“Enjoying the view?” he mumbled, apparently not asleep.

“I’d enjoy it more if you were wet,” I teased. “Come on, I’m hot! We’re going swimming!”

“Anna, you don’t have to be so modest! Really, I think we all know you’re hot,” he smirked, his eyes still closed.

“Shut up, Danny! Come on, wake up!” I grabbed a pillow off the floor and whacked him with it.

“Can we go to the movies instead? Theaters are cool. And besides, it’s nice and dark…” he trailed off, smirking.

“Danny, you are the one person who I will never go out with. You’re my friend!”

“Sean Gordon.”

“Okay, scratch that. I won’t go out with him, and you aren’t my friend.” I stalked out of his room. “I’m going to go make a mess of your kitchen and try to make something to eat, I’m starved!”

“NO!” Danny nearly screamed. The one thing in his house I wasn’t allowed to do was cook. Especially in his sacred kitchen.

“Well, now that you’re up, can I have some magical coffee?” I smiled brightly at him. He scowled back.

“Bitch,” he muttered under his breath as he stumbled to his kitchen and started the coffee machine. I jumped up on his counter top and smiled again as he started to make toast. “I’m going to go get dressed now, so when the toast pops up, I’m sure you can manage buttering it?”

“Sure.” He looked uncertain, but left anyway. I sighed, thinking about Danny. We’d been friends since starting middle school eleven years ago. We connected because he failed out of English and I was supposed to help him. We’d been friends ever since. Luckily though, we’d never had the awkwardness of having gone out, we were purely friends. But was that really a good thing? Of course it was a good thing, we were the best of friends! Inseparable! I always got jealous when he had a girlfriend! Oh shit, I’m in love with him! I guess I knew I would fall in love with him the minute I saw him, standing there with his Greenday shirt and his dark blue skinny jeans and sharpied over high tops. He never had a respect for the rules, and that definitely attracted me to him. The whole bad-boy thing. And his hair was so soft and long and I loved playing with it, especially when he got this funny look when I braided it.

“Anna! You actually managed to fail at making toast!” I snapped out of my thoughts, widening my eyes when I saw a faint curl of smoke coming from the toaster.

“It’s not my fault Danny!” I whined. “You know how I drift off! And you know I can’t cook for shit!” He sighed and shook his head.

“Just get the toast out of the toaster,” he ordered, smiling.

“See, you can’t get mad at me!” He turned and fixed me with a look that could peel paint. I shrunk under his glare. “Yes master.”

“That’s better. Learn your place, slave!”

“Ooo, master-slave. Kinky!” I grinned at him. He swung his hand towards my head playfully.

“I am the master and don’t you forget it!” he grinned at me. “You can manage cereal, right?”

“Of course! Do you think I’m food-stupid or something?” I grabbed a bowl from a cabinet and pulled the milk out of the refrigerator and the cereal box off the counter.

“Anna, cereal, then milk. If you put the milk in first then the cereal will splash everwhere.”

“Oh, duh!” I giggled and made my cereal.

“And she has done it ladies and gentlemen! Anna Trescott has successfully made cereal!” Danny joked in an announcers voice. I raised my hands like I was quieting down a crowd.

“Thank you for your help during this difficult time. I appreciate all the support you’ve shown. So thanks!” I sat down at Danny’s kitchen/dinner table and started eating my breakfast. A minute or so later, Danny sat down beside me and set a cup of coffee magic. Let me explain about Danny’s coffee. It was amazing. Think of the best thing you’ve ever tasted, but as a warm, liquidy drink. Well, if the best thing you’ve ever tasted was something cold, like ice cream, then think of it as a cold liquidy drink. In short, Danny’s coffee is amazing. And astounding. And probably another “a” word for really good that I can’t think of right now.

“So what movie do you want to see?” I asked Danny after we were done with breakfast.

“I dunno. We could go swimming if you really want to,” he said, closing his eyes and putting his head on his folded arms.

“Oh, is poor Danny tired?” I asked in a I’m-talking-to-a-baby voice. I patted his back. “Did you miss your bedtime again?”

“Oh well, you know those working girls. They just refuse to leave until you give them a tip!” he joked.

“Jesus Danny! TMI! Let’s go see a movie, then we’ll go swimming,” I decided.

“’Kay. Are we taking your car?” he asked sleepily.

“I guess. Go upstairs and get dressed.” He nodded and shuffled off. I picked up the dishes and started to rinse them off and load the dishwasher. Then I realized his entire sink was filled with dirty dishes. I rolled my eyes. “Boys…” I muttered under my breath. I loaded the dishwasher and started it up, then walked over to Danny’s living room. He still hadn’t come down. I flopped down on his couch and put a pillow over my head. The reason he had an actual house and all I had was an apartment right after we finished college was because his mom was some big-shot head-of-the-air-polluting-company and my parents were artists. Needless to say Danny got a little bit more funding than me.

“Danny! Hurry your ass up!” I yelled through a mouthful of pillow. Suddenly I felt a weight on my legs and then someone laying on top of me, with their big fat head on the pillow on my face. “Mghfff! Ofege!Ahmmm!” I yelled at him.

“What was that, I can’t hear you. You sound a little muffled. Where are you, Anna?” he cried. I could tell he was trying hard to keep from laughing. I grabbed the edges of the pillow and thrust it off me.

“You ass!” I yelled. “Get the hell off me!” I squirmed, trying to wriggle out.

“Don’t wiggle, it won’t help. You’re stuck. My prisoner for all time!”

“Help me Obi-Wan Kenobi! You’re my only hope!” I cried to some invisible person standing next to the couch.

“Nope! He can’t help you! He only has one hand!”

“…What does that have to do with anything?”

“Ummm….let’s go see the Dark Knight, kay?”

“Oooo! Heath Ledger! Let’s go! Now! AS IN GET THE HELL OFF ME!!” He chuckled (yes, the bastard chuckled!) and rolled off me.

“My lady,” he offered me his arm, bowing exaggeratedly. I smacked his arm and dragged him into my little Honda.

So that was the first chappy, please review and tell me what you think!