The Craze..3..

"Heather guess what?" Danny woke her up jumping on her bed. "Dannny! what do you want? I've got another four hours till four and I really need this sleeeeep!" Heather groaned rolling over. "Oh come on! A few cups of coffee and you'll be fine!" Danny said tugging at the covers. "Alright! Alright! what do you want?" Heather said sitting up and glarring blearily at him.
"I got an apartment!" Danny yelled pulling her up and dancing with her around the room. "Your moving out?" Heather asked her voice stung with hurt. "Well yeah Heather. I'm twenty eight years old. I can't share an apartment with you, not any more. Plus my family are coming back from vacation soon, I need to, what's the phrase? Stand on my own to feet?" Danny said. He looked into her eyes to see if she got it. She nodded saddly. "I'm gonna miss my live in best friend, and guard guy when things get creepy." Heather said laughing. She felt like she was gonna cry. Danny was like her big brother, and her big brother was in the army fighting in a war and she wasn't sure she would ever see him again. She turned her head to look at the picture of Jo she kept by her bed. It was of when they had gone trick-or-treating and Heather had gone as a Pink Lady and Jo as a T-bird, she was eightteen, and he had been twenty one.
"Alright, I suppose I'll just help you pack your stuff, and you can uh, go." She said grabbing a bag. "Hahaha now you're all 'lets get you outta here!" He said laughing while stuffing his jeans in. "Well, you know what I'm like. There's no time like the present." Heather said shrugging.
"Okay, now that the cab is packed, you get to see my apartment!" Danny said pulling her into the cab. "Yeah okay, but this'll have to be fast, I have to get to work!" Heather said trying to get comfortable with a box in her side.
"Wow Danny! This is pretty good for the wages you make at the diner!" Heather said as she looked around. "Thanks." He said as he started to unpack his stuff.
"Say, what did you get fired for anyway?" Heather asked plopping down on the couch. "Okay, well. Unlike you, I procrastinated in everything I did. I would always get the paperwork in late. I used to work in an office, I editted stories for a local paper. Then I got into a drinking thing, and kept skipping work, and eventually they fired me." Danny said shrugging. "Wow. I can't picture you like that." Heather said, trying to piece together what he would have been like then.
"Yeah, he was a real slob." Fred said as he walked in. He plopped down in the couch next to Danny. "Yeah yeah I know. But look, I can even pay for my own apartment and I've got a six days a week job!" Danny said jumping up and jesturing around. "Yep, you did good kid," Heather said patting his shoulder, "You did good."
"But I can't stay. I've gotta get to work." Heather said walking towards the door. "I guess I'll see you later Danny. Bye Fred." Heather said smiling at them and waving.
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LORD! MY SToMACH HURTS! I think my little sister cooked the pizza wrong uuurrrgggghhhhh......