LONG LIVE THE RECKLESS!

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Danny's P.O.V.

"Danny Danny Danny!" I groan as Jordan jumps up and down on my bed.

"Go away." I growl at him before burrowing under the covers.

"Come on! Get up! We must venture on!" He stood on my bed and pointed towards the door as if he just discovered a new country.

I kicked him off the bed and laughed as he screamed. "You're such a dork."

He looked up from the floor and pouted. "Meanie."

"Thanks. I try. But really. It's too early for this. And on a Saturday." I groaned as I looked at the clock. "Jordan." I whined. "It's 6 am. Why?"

"Beach. Friends. Teenage life. California." He got up and ran downstairs.

I groan and roll out of bed before walking to my closet.

I get everything in the bag and go over the checklist one more time:

Swim trunks just in case Jordan throws me into ocean again: ☑️

Sunscreen because those idiots never remember to put some on: ☑️

Books because I dislike beaches: ☑️

Music and earbuds because I dislike people: ☑️

Umbrella because I dislike sun: ☑️

Bug spray because I absolutely hate mosquitoes with a passion: ☑️

Extra towels because I have to take care of all the idiotic children I call my friends: ☑️

Pepper spray in case I piss off the wrong person with my sarcasm and sass and the Jordan isn't around to shut me up: ☑️

Okay looks like we're all set. I walk down the stairs wearing a big dorky sun hat as a joke and carrying my beach bag. I pose the best I can after putting on my sunglasses. "Am I fabulous enough for you?"

Jordan laughed and stole my bag. "Definitely. What's this?" My checklist fell out of the bag and he picked it up. He laughed as he read it. "Somehow you manage to sass us without even speaking. While being responsible."

I smile and take my bag back before walking toward the door. "'Tis a gift. Now come on you dork."

We drive to the beach blasting broadway show tunes over the radio and singing along.

When we get there Jordan takes his phone and starts blasting my favorite Lady Gaga song. He smirked at me. "I dare you to walk over to our friends in step to this song."

I smile at him. "Kay. You know I'll do it."

He shook his head. "I don't know why you love this singer so much. It's kinda embarrassing."

I stick my tongue out before walking sassily to the beat.

Rah rah ah-ah-ah!
Ro mah ro-mah-mah
Gaga oh-la-la!
Want your bad romance

Rah rah ah-ah-ah!
Ro mah ro-mah-mah
Gaga oh-la-la!
Want your bad romance

I do weird hand movements as I walk down the parking lot.

I want your ugly
I want your disease
I want your everything
As long as it's free
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love

I wink at a random pedestrian as Jordan cracks up behind me.

I want your drama
The touch of your hand
I want your leather studded kiss in the sand
I want your love
Love-love-love, I want your love

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