He heard a rustle of footsteps on the grass and jerked upright, skipping back a few steps in what he would swear to his grave was ninja-like grace and preparedness but ended up looking more like a zombie shamble as he got a head rush and almost passed out. He swore as he saw it was only the other kid, Steve, who looked pretty composed himself, and Danny noticed too late what Steve was looking at as he stooped down to pick up the handcuffs from where they'd fallen.
"These..."
He trailed off, holding one cuff and letting the other one dangle. Danny winced and held out a hand, wiggling his fingers impatiently.
"Yes, yes, those are mine, I'll just take them back now..."
The corner of Steve's mouth quirked upwards and he swung the cuffs around one finger, looking at Danny as he broke out into a full on smirk.
"These are way too light to be real handcuffs. Where did you get these?"
Danny had gotten them from his now ex-girlfriend who had given them to him as some sort of sad going-away present just before she broke up with him because she claimed she just wasn't ready for a long distance relationship. They had used them once or twice, just from boredom after he found out she wouldn't go past second base and she found out that he wouldn't sleep with her anyhow unless she made some sort of commitment to him. She had called him a girl and pulled out the cuffs, which his weak, hormonal teenage boy brain had somehow interpreted as a positive sign and he'd found himself later shirtless and almost screaming with frustration as she teased everything north of his waist and south of the hem of his boxers with a feather. He'd never felt so keenly like the true expression of teenage stupidity.
"None of your damn business, those fake handcuffs just saved your life so would you please stop *twirling* them and give them back? Please?"
Steve grinned through his teeth.
"Nah, I think I'll keep these. They might come in handy someday, and since your dad is a cop you can just get a pair from him... right?"
Danny winced even harder, and he thought at this point that his eyes might just get stuck that way, given the path his day had taken so far.
"Well, actually, and in all fairness I think it was understandable under the circumstances, but I might have been... well, ok, outright lying just then."
Steve's grin shifted to something a little friendlier as he tucked the handcuffs into his back pocket. "Oh, I know. My dad really is a cop, and I would know if HPD had hired some new sergeant from out of state."
Danny finally flashed a small smile of his own. "Hey, cool. I wish my dad honestly was a cop, actually, instead of just a deadbeat vendor from down the shore." He knew Steve probably had no idea what he was talking about but he felt some weird sense of connection in that moment all the same.
~~(Sorry for weird formatting! It is now almost four in the morning and I need to sleep, I might come back and write more later or anybody is welcome to tack on if they like. We haven't even GOTTEN to Chin yet...)
Re: HAWAII FIVE-0 HIGH SCHOOL AU PART 6/?
"These..."
He trailed off, holding one cuff and letting the other one dangle. Danny winced and held out a hand, wiggling his fingers impatiently.
"Yes, yes, those are mine, I'll just take them back now..."
The corner of Steve's mouth quirked upwards and he swung the cuffs around one finger, looking at Danny as he broke out into a full on smirk.
"These are way too light to be real handcuffs. Where did you get these?"
Danny had gotten them from his now ex-girlfriend who had given them to him as some sort of sad going-away present just before she broke up with him because she claimed she just wasn't ready for a long distance relationship. They had used them once or twice, just from boredom after he found out she wouldn't go past second base and she found out that he wouldn't sleep with her anyhow unless she made some sort of commitment to him. She had called him a girl and pulled out the cuffs, which his weak, hormonal teenage boy brain had somehow interpreted as a positive sign and he'd found himself later shirtless and almost screaming with frustration as she teased everything north of his waist and south of the hem of his boxers with a feather. He'd never felt so keenly like the true expression of teenage stupidity.
"None of your damn business, those fake handcuffs just saved your life so would you please stop *twirling* them and give them back? Please?"
Steve grinned through his teeth.
"Nah, I think I'll keep these. They might come in handy someday, and since your dad is a cop you can just get a pair from him... right?"
Danny winced even harder, and he thought at this point that his eyes might just get stuck that way, given the path his day had taken so far.
"Well, actually, and in all fairness I think it was understandable under the circumstances, but I might have been... well, ok, outright lying just then."
Steve's grin shifted to something a little friendlier as he tucked the handcuffs into his back pocket. "Oh, I know. My dad really is a cop, and I would know if HPD had hired some new sergeant from out of state."
Danny finally flashed a small smile of his own. "Hey, cool. I wish my dad honestly was a cop, actually, instead of just a deadbeat vendor from down the shore." He knew Steve probably had no idea what he was talking about but he felt some weird sense of connection in that moment all the same.
~~(Sorry for weird formatting! It is now almost four in the morning and I need to sleep, I might come back and write more later or anybody is welcome to tack on if they like. We haven't even GOTTEN to Chin yet...)