Movie Night II

A/N: So I thought this could use a part two, just for grins and giggles.

My mom noticed me sneaking back into the house and forced me to sit down at the kitchen table.

"Jo? You didn't come home last night, did you?" I pressed my lips together, hoping that would prevent me from blurting anything out.

"Jo!"

I sighed, putting my head in my hands.

"Danny and I were watching movies, that's all, mom! We were in the middle of Zombieland when I must've fallen asleep. I swear, I was going to come home, but Danny let me sleep, instead," I explained. She frowned.

"I can't lie to your dad about this," she said.

"Well then don't tell him!"

"Jo! That's the same as lying!"

"Will I be grounded?"

"I'll talk to him about it when he comes back from the conference in three days, okay?" I nodded, feeling irritated that I'd given myself up so easily. I took a long shower, brushed my hair and my teeth and changed clothes. I spent an hour cleaning my room, only to notice I'd left a bunch of movies at Danny's house.

"Mom!" I called, coming back downstairs.

"In the garage!" She replied, and I went in there to find her setting up her pottery wheel.

"I left some movies at Danny's house, I'm going to go back and get them, okay?" She looked up at me, a suspicious look in her eyes.

"I swear, that's all I'm doing!"

"Alright, be back soon," she said, "and I'll call you if you stay to long!" I sighed and ran out the door, texting Danny as I walked toward his house.

"Can I come by and get the movies I left?" He replied a minute later.

"Yeah, sure."

I walked to his house and knocked on the door. Danny answered with a grin.

"You couldn't resist my charm, so you returned Masterson!" I laughed and he let me in. I gathered the DVDs I'd left and put them in my bad when the house phone rang and I heard Danny's mom answer it.

"You still have a land line phone?" I asked. Danny nodded.

"My mom, she hates changes, even ones that make sense," he said.

"DANNY! Get down here!" She called loudly. Danny acted as if this was no problem at all, and I hesitantly followed him. We were still on the staircase when I stopped and tugged his arm.

"Should I go home?" I whispered and Danny turned to say something, when Karen Desai appeared at the bottom of the staircase, looking up at the two of us.

"Jo! Perhaps you can explain to Scott Ogden's parents that Danny couldn't have possibly been with you and at Scott's house at the same time!" She seemed delighted to see me.

"Why?" I wondered, not denying that I'd gone home for a while first.

"Mrs. Ogden seems to think that Danny did something. Do you know what this is?" She asked him, starting at Danny intently. Danny shrugged nonchalantly.

"I have no idea what she is referring too, Mother," he replied. Karen held the phone up to her ear.

"You must be mistaken because he's been here all morning with Jo Masterson. Stop making up lies about other people!" She hung up and stomped back into the kitchen. I gulped nervously.

"What is she talking about, Danny?" I demanded. Danny shrugged, and stepped up to be next to me on the stairs.

"I don't know," he replied. I shook my head.

"Yes you do! You do too, know! I haven't been here with you all morning; did you do something to Scott? Why?" Danny gazed down at me and I noticed the power in his gaze. I gasped.

"I only fixed his face for him, a little," Danny said softly.

"What?!" I practically shrieked and Danny covered my mouth with his hand.

"What is that supposed to mean?" I asked into his hand, and Danny lifted it slightly.

"I fixed his face, that's all. I made sure to let him know that it was retroactive payback for what he did to you in 6th grade," Danny explained.

"Oh my God! Danny! You could get into so much trouble!"

"Not with you as my alibi I can't!" He said cheerfully.

"How did you fix his face?" I wondered hesitantly, twisting my sweater around in my hands. Danny grinned slightly and leaned forward, whispering in my ear,

"A broken nose, a busted lip, just the basics, that's all. No one touches you, Jo. Do you understand me? If a guy ever touches you again, so help me God I'll…" His face was so close that I smelled his toothpaste and aftershave. He didn't finish the sentence, but the stoic look in eyes would have been terrifying if I didn't feel an odd surge of happiness.

"What would you do?" I whispered.

"Maim them as a warning. Kill them if they tried it again," he murmured. I threw my arms around him in a hug and he smiled.

"No one touches you," he whispered in my ear, his lips brushing against my hair.

"You're touching me right now," I replied and he grinned.

"Am I allowed to touch you?" He wondered and I knew that our conversation was heading in a very different direction.

"Yes, you…" I didn't get to finish my sentence because that's when he kissed me.