Driving

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Human Nomicon

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Randy yawned. He was tired. Why? Because it was 2:00 PM on a Saturday, obviously.

But he had a problem: he was hungry. Now, having recently turned fifteen, he couldn't drive to the nearest 7-11. The fridge was empty. So was the pantry. Nomi wasn't even a legally registered citizen.

Now, his roommates, however…

Randy, as the current Norrisville Ninja, had three odd roommates. One was his ninja guide book/800 year old teacher in the form of a fifteen year old redhead. The other two were just as strange, if not more.

Danny (he didn't use the last name Fenton anymore, instead opting for Nightingale) had come to stay with him after revealing a secret to his parents and getting kicked out/brutally attacked as a result. Randy had been his school-assigned pen pal for a while, and they had actually become good friends, so of course Randy had let him stay. It was hard for a half-ghost to live in the same house as a bunch of ghost hunters. Which is the secret Danny revealed to his parents, who, after Danny escaped, promptly disowned him.

The last was Jake Long, a transfer/guardian. Transfer was just a cover. See, Jake was a dragon. Dragons were the protectors of the magical world. With the Sorcerer under Norrisville High, and an emotionally unstable halfa, Jake's grandfather had sent Jake to watch over them. Jake was actually a pretty cool dude, though.

When Danny had been accepted into Norrisville High, he had jumped at the chance to get a new start, and since he wasn't needed as a vigilante, Danny had become the straight-A student he was previously. Which was great, as he was able to help both of his fellow school-bound roommates with homework.

But back to the problem. Randy was hungry and didn't have a ride. But, luckily, a solution was found in the form of a newly-sixteen year old sitting on the couch watching a documentary on the formation of stars. (Not like Danny didn't know every detail already.)

As Danny had gotten a car from his billionaire godfather for his birthday (Vlad had luckily taken a turn for the better), he was fair game. And though, due to the super-halfa-healing-abilities, Danny didn't physically age, he was still legally sixteen.

So Randy whipped out his phone:

:Hey, Jake, you hungry?:

:Yeah, why?:

:How does 7-11 sound?:

:Great. But how to get there?:

:Simple. Get down here. Help me bug Danny.:

:But isn't he watching a documentary…?:

:Yeah, but we can threaten to hide his Dead Teacher movies.:

:Dude, you're a genius. Be down in a minute.:

Sure enough, Jake literally flew down the stairs less than a minute later. He quickly hid his dragon wings and ran over to Danny, stopping on the side opposite to Randy.

Danny was so absorbed in the process of a supernova that he didn't notice the two younger boys until Jake poked his arm.

He started. "Wha…? Oh, hey. What do you need?"

Randy pouted. "We can't say hi to a friend?"

Danny gave him a look. He knew the ninja well.

"Can you please drive us to the 7-11?"

"What about the fridge?"

Jake's turn. "Empty."

"Pantry?"

"Zilch."

"Secret candy stashes?"

"…You know about that?"

"Pretend I never said that. And, I'm not going to drive you. I've been waiting for this documentary to air for a while. It apparently has some new theories."

Randy smirked. "Luckily, we prepared for that. If you don't take us, well hide your Dead Teacher movies."

Danny's eyes widened. "…that's a low blow, dude."

Randy and Jake just smirked.

Danny glowered for a few seconds, then sighed and set his documentary to record. "Fine. See you outside in five minutes. Not there, not going."

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Everyone except Nomi was now loaded into Danny's shiny new car, Randy in the back due to Jake having called shotgun. They watched as Danny found the correct key, then attempted to jam the poor piece of metal into the ignition.

Finally managing to turn the car on, and hearing the alarmed beeps, he buckled himself in. Jake fiddled with the radio, finding a good song on a channel that actually wasn't playing ads.

Meanwhile, Randy was looking increasingly pale.

"Uh… Danny…" Randy squeaked, "Do you have your driver's license yet?"

Danny sent hims blank look. "What's a driver's liscense?"

And he shifted the car into reverse, flooring the accelerator.

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Randy and Jake stumbled out of the car, clutching the door handle for dear life.

Danny had obviously inherited several generations of Fenton driving skills. He had narrowly missed several accidents by turning the car intangible, and ran stop lights by turning the car intangible and invisible.

Stumbling into the chain snack store, Randy got out several bags of chips while Jake grabbed a Slurpee. Paying groggily, they slumped out, dreading what was coming next.

Danny held up his keys. "Ready for the trip back?"

Jake, in a rare moment of intelligence, yelped, "Actually, I think I'll just dragon up and fly home," and he ran out of sight.

Randy, picking up on the wisdom of his short friend, copied. "Yeah, I don't. Want to bother you either. I'll just leap across the rooftops with my ninja-endurance, heheh," and he vanished.

Danny waited a couple of minutes with a hurt look on his face, before climbing back into his car. As soon as he saw safe in the reflective windows of the vehicle, he split into a devious grin.

"Suckers," he laughed, before driving back with only normal Fenton levels of bad driving.

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Danny got his revenge for them interrupting his documentary with heir laziness. XD

I love this, it's such a compatible friendship. They all have the difficulties of a double life, so they all understand each other in that way, and they'd probably all snark on each other, and this would be totally awesome.

If you don't understand how Randy can take all of these people in, and why his parents can't take them, read my story called Maternity.

Please review!