Good Day Sunshine -Daniel-

[peter bergan walker]

<sup>“Good day, Sunshine. Good day, Sunshine. Good day, Sunshine. I need to laugh, and when the sun is out, I got something I can laugh about. I feel good in a special way. I’m in love and it’s a sunny day.” Peter sang cheerily as he pulled clothes from his closet, tossing them haphazardly onto the bed behind him. It was a good morning for Peter and he couldn’t help it, he just wanted to sing. Licking his lips, Peter continued singing as he turned to examine the clothes lying on his bed. “Good day, Sunshine. Good day, Sunshine. Good day, Sunshine.” He picked up a red button up, slipping it on as he continued on with the rest of the verse, “We take a walk, the sun is shining down, burns my feet as they touch the ground.” With a smile Peter picked out the jeans he wanted to wear. They were black jeans, but that was all the better to make him look even slimmer. Peter sometimes worried that he was a bit overweight.

Peter began to slip the jeans on as he continued singing merrily the Beatles song that had been stuck in his head recently. “Good day, Sunshine. Good day, Sunshine. Good day, Sunshine.” Peter studied his reflection in his mirror before he bent over Bogart, placing a kiss on the dog’s head. “Then we lie beneath the shady tree. I love her, and she’s loving me. She feels good. She knows she’s looking fine. I’m so proud to know that she is mine.” Peter broke his song to nuzzle his nose up against Bogart’s neck. “I’ll be back later, baby boy.” Peter promised. Bogart gave Peter a big, wet kiss before Peter pulled away. He rubbed his hand over his cheek where Bogart had licked. “Love you too, Boggy baby.” Some people might think it weird that Peter spoke to his dog in that way, but Peter felt like his dog was more human than anything. He wouldn’t be the owner that thought of themselves above their pet just because their pet was an animal. Peter stroked Bogart’s fur before moving toward the door, letting the dog enjoy its relaxation time on the bed.

Walking down the hall with a cheery stride, Pete hummed the rest of the song. He wasn’t as good with singing in public, though he was getting better. There had been a point where Peter wouldn’t even dare to hum in public for fear of ridicule. After coming to the island, Peter was starting to branch out a little more. He could sing in front of audiences of one, but any more than that and Peter would choke. Making his way out of the dorms, Peter decided that he would need to find something to do that wouldn’t completely kill him. Peter thought as he walked slowly toward the school exit. Since he didn’t have any classes at the moment he could go and just hang out somewhere. Pete was never much for staying in his room when he didn’t have classes or anything. He could go to the beach, though he had left his trunks in his room… then there was bar hopping, but Peter didn’t much like that kind of stuff anyway. At least that was what he told himself. So in the end Peter decided he’d just go to the mall. At least then he could find some new clothes to wear.

Pete immediately set course for the mall. Boy was he glad the island had a mall with clothes that he could actually afford. Back in Chicago, Peter could never buy clothes he could only window shop. Now that buying was possible Peter felt a little better. He could actually try clothes on without knowing he’d have to put them back on the rack. Peter entered the mall with a smile, of course. He loved the mall. It had so many people and so many freaking good smells. Maybe that was a weird thought, but Peter didn’t care. All he cared about as soon as he laid eyes on it was the merry-go-round in the center of the mall. Peter licked his lips, of course walking toward it with a childish look on his face. Hey, he was a big kid, right? Peter didn’t mind standing in line behind all the kids. He wanted one of the horses. The horses were fun to be on, especially the ones that were actually unicorns. But the only thing open when Peter got up there was the stinking carriage thing that was only big enough for two people.

The ride attendant stopped Peter before he could get in. “Got a single rider, alooooone, single, by himself, no one ridin’ with this fella, siiiiiiingle rider here, any takers?” Peter’s eyes widened. Since when did people yell it out like that? He was sure no one would take it and he had no way of dealing with the angry look he was getting from the random seven year olds. It wasn’t his fault the old man wouldn’t let him ride alone! Peter looked down, hoping the embarrassment would pass and someone would just… come ride with him. He could have given up on it and just walked away, but there was no telling what the guy would say to that. Besides, he REALLY wanted to ride on the merry-go-round… be a kid again.</sup>

[daniel grey]

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing. Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing.
The abrupt ringing awoke the boy and, startled, he jolted into an upright position.
"What the fuuuuuuck," he groaned, rubbing his head and picking up the insistent, beeping phone. "Who set the damn alarm on this thing?" Growling, he resisted the urge to throw it across the room, reminding himself how much he'd have to pay if it got broken. He switched the alarm off and stared at it for a few moments before calming down and placing it back on the bedside table.

At least his back wasn't killing like it had been the other day. It looked like he'd actually managed to get onto the bed last night. Granted, he wasn't in it, but on it was a start, right? And.. Damn it, he was still wearing his clothes from the night before. He groaned, and forced his stiff body to roll off the bed and start on it's morning routine.

Once he was all showered and dressed in clean clothes, he came to that daily decision that he more than often dreaded.
'What do I do today?
He 'hmm'ed to himself and wandered in circles in his room. The boxes.. They still needed unpacking. He stared at them and then pushed them to the opposite side of the room, neatly lined up against the wall. There. Now he could prolong the actual unpacking.

He shrugged to himself and contemplating sitting around in his room all day. Danny was really in one of those 'i-cant-be-arsed' moods. Then he realised something vitally important: he was almost out of booze.

"To the mall, then!" he exclaimed, after having a mild panic attack. There's be a booze shop there somewhere.. Right? Grabbing his last can of beer, he cracked it open and downed it, scrunching the tin up and tossing it across the room (and completely missing the bin). Grabbing his skateboard, he exited the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

'Thank god I figured out yesterday where the mall was,' he thought to himself absently as he rolled down the path on his skateboard in the direction of the mall. It wasn't an extremely long way, so he reached his destination pretty soon. He entered slowly and peeked around. Was skateboarding allowed in here? Back in England it wouldn't have been allowed, but he wasn't sure about here. Either way, he couldn't see any kind of security guard so he proceeded in on it anyway.

"Ohmygod what is that?" he spoke to himself, curiously staring at the object. "A merry-go-round?" A smile grew on his face at the sight of it. He hadn't seen one of them in.. Years.

As he rolled past, he was within earshot of the attendant, who was currently yelling that someone was on his own - and rephrasing it in every way possible.
'...Pretty embarassing,' Danny thought, feeling sorry for the kid, whoever it was. As he passed, he peered over to see who the unfortunate child was and -
'...He looks my age,' Danny couldn't help but grin. Poor guy. That made the embarassment doubly worse. 'At least I'm not the only immature idiot in town.

He waited a few minutes, watching to see if anyone kind enough would offer to be the guy's partner. When no one did, he decided to relieve the guy's pain himself. He rolled towards them and turned to face the unluckily-alone guy.
"I'll be your partner," he grinned.

[peter bergan walker]

<sup>Of course Peter was slightly embarrassed. He didn’t know why the guy couldn’t just let him ride as one person. Did the guy do this to kids too? Or just fun-loving teenagers? Peter looked around. There were some girls laughing and a couple of guys walking by giving him strange looks, but no one seemed to want to take the offer. That sucked. Maybe he could wait until the next ride and catch a uni-horse or something like that. Peter actually liked the uni-horses. They moved up and down while the wonderous contraption belted horrible carnival music and twirled in circles. The little carriage thing just sat there. Peter could imagine that it would take two people to actually enjoy that one. Peter was about to turn around and just go to Hot Topic or something. That would be a lot less embarrassing than standing there the whole time just waiting for someone to decide they wanted to take a spot with him.

Upon hearing someone say they’d be his partner a smile lit up on Peter’s face. Immediately his eyes were trained on the dark-haired boy who had offered. The guy looked to be even paler than him, which was a hard thing to accomplish. But the thing that struck Peter the most about this mystery guy was his dark, almost black-looking eyes. They were so… deep. Peter knew he could write a song just about this guy’s eyes and how freaking awesome they were. “Oh good, thanks.” Peter said his tone excited. “I owe you one.” He winked before looking back to the ride operator. The burly man finally opened the gate, allowing them to enter. This was gonna be great. Peter suddenly wondered if he smelled good. God, that would suck if he got in there and smelled horrible. The guy would probably change his mind last minute! Peter couldn’t have that. He knew that he had taken a shower so that made him feel a little better. He always tried to smell good. It was just one of his things.

Peter took a seat in the open carriage and patted the seat next to him. The carriage always reminded him of fairytales… so much more even than all the others did. Sometimes Peter wished that he lived in a fairytale with a happy ending. He was sure that realistically he wasn’t meant for a happy ending, but a boy could dream, right? Peter always tended to make his life so much more than what it was. Carson had always said he lived in Peterland, a twisted reality where things are always so much better than they really are. Pete didn’t know if he believed that completely, but he was sure that he could be convincing himself somewhat that things were better than they were. Peter was just kind of… thankful to be wherever he was (since there was no way for him to actually know where he was). He didn’t really miss home, but sometimes he wondered what his dad was doing and if he was okay. Carson would kill him for thinking those things, but Peter never shared those thoughts with Carson for that reason.

Peter glanced ahead, watching the kids prepare for the merry-go-round to begin going. He could remember running up to the merry-go-round in the mall when he was little. Instead of a carriage there was a pumpkin with a tiny gate, big enough only for a couple of tiny kids. Peter could remember hiding in there with Carson when he was maybe five years old. They would talk, and then devise plans on how to get back to their parents without being noticed. Of course, that was the off chance that they would be allowed to go to the mall with their parents. Those were the days. Now Peter would be sharing the ride with someone else, but he didn’t doubt that maybe it would be just as exciting.</sup>

[daniel grey]

Danny couldn't help but grin when the guy's face lit up with clear relief. He didn't blame him; he'd die from embarassment if it had been him in his place. Either that, or he'd grab a passing random ten year old to be his partner. The thought amused him. A ten year old would probably kick his ass.

"No problem!" he grinned wider at the guy's thanks and gave him a thumbs up. It felt good to help someone out. Maybe today wouldn't be such a bad day; helping out this guy had inspired him to go and do some more socialising rather than sitting around in his house getting drunk all day. Woo! Something to do! Most of the time, Danny was bored out of his mind.

'I owe you one.'
Danny was sorely tempted to reply with a 'you can make it up to me by buying me a drink!'. That way he'd get.. Free alcohol in return, and also a possible new friend. He glanced over at the guy. He looked like someone he could get along with well. I mean, any teenager immature enough to ride on a merry-go-round had to be pretty fun, right?

But he didn't ask for a drink in return. That would be rude, he guessed. Knowing what to say and what not to say: he wasn't very good at it, but he was learning. Asking a stranger he'd known for a whole thirty seconds to buy him a drink definitely came under the 'things not to do' list. Instead he replied with a:
"No you don't," he shrugged, batting an arm as if to dismiss the matter. "It's no problem."

Danny bounced on the balls of his feet as he waited for the stupid ride assistant guy to open the gate so that they could get on. It was silly how excited he was, and he snorted at his own immaturity.
'Ah well. Immature people have the best fun,' he thought to himself, smirking. Serious people couldn't possible have as much fun.

When the ride assistant opened the gate, he strolled past him, following the guy who he was meant to be riding with. He paused as he went past to pull a face at the back of the man's head as silent revenge for humiliating partnerless people. When the other guy patted the seat beside him, he bounced over and plopped down next to him, shoving his skateboard on the floor (not trusting to leave it with the ride attendant at the gate). He took a brief moment to look over the guy he was sat beside.

They were very different. This guy had cool hair with a semblance of order to it, while his own was a choppy mess; this guy had an awesome shade of brown for eyes whilst his own were black, and in his opinion, boring. And this guy had really nice skin, he noted. Danny resented his own 'almost-freckle' type things on his face. He stopped staring, because that would be considered freaky, and attempted to start some kind of conversation.

"We.. Look silly," he grinned, watching as the rest of the ride was filled with small children. He shrugged to himself. He didn't really give a crap who thought that they were being 'stupid' and 'immature'.

"It's stupid how something like this amuses me," he smiled lopsidedly and bounced in his seat, waiting for it to start. Danny was in a better mood now; the pounding in his head had reduced to a buzzing background noise. It was annoying, but bearable.

[peter bergan walker]

<sup>God was it embarrassing to be called out like that. Peter was just glad that there was one taker even. He could deal with that. At least he didn't have to wait for the next ride or something. Maybe he should have waited for something better than the carriage to open up. Oh well. It wasn't like he could go back and change the scenario, though it would be freaking awesome if he could. If Peter could go back, then he would definitely have the merry-go-round all to himself. Peter liked that thought about as much as he liked the idea of actually getting to live out a real childhood. He would give anything to be able to go back that far and relive childhood.. the right way.

Peter nodded when the guy said that he didn't owe him anything. That was really nice of him. Some other guys probably would have taken advantage of that statement. Peter was glad that the boy didn't. Sure Pete wouldn't have minded owing him something, but he didn't want to think of this guy like he was just some random asshole or something. Peter knew that if this guy was offering to ride with him and saying Peter didn't owe him anything... then he had to be a really great guy. It kind of made Peter want to get to know him a little bit. Hey- he liked making friends! It was no big deal, right? Peter just had trouble figuring out what people would make good friends and what people wouldn't make good friends. sometimes it was really hard to tell.

Peter smiled as the guy sat down next to him. This was going to be great, he was sure. He crossed his arms over his stomach for a moment as the ride began to move. "We may look silly," Peter said with a soft laugh. "But you only live once." Pete believed that it was best not to waste any time. He didn't want to be stuck wishing that he had done something during life. Peter already had enough regrets as it was. There was no use in adding anything to it. Besides, he wanted to live a full life while he could while he wasn't being held back by his dad or his ex-boyfriend. Things were complicated back home and it was nice to just... be able to relax a little. How many would seriously like the fact that they were stuck in a boarding school?

Peter laughed as the ride slowly began to move around, but sped up a little after a little bit. He glanced at the boy next to him with an innocent look before tossing his arms in the air as if he were riding a super fast roller coaster or something. "WOOOOO!" Peter didn't mind acting like a goofball every now and then. Sometimes it was just... really fun.</sup>