I've hit writer's block on my stories, and then this sort of just appeared.
Bleh.
-Phanny
Danny Fenton had never been particularly smooth, even if the current state of his life said otherwise. He was famous around the world for saving the Earth from an asteroid, he had super cool –not his words, necessarily, mostly his younger fans – ghost powers, and he had a girlfriend who was like, the coolest girl he knew. He'd known Sam for a long time, going on ten years now, and while he spent a couple of those years wanting to kiss her, really it was no surprise to anyone that, when Danny was faced with the end of the world, one of the first things he thought to do was plants one on her.
Now, however, he faced a problem. He was a guy, sort of macho in his opinion, but he still had feelings, and they were feelings that he, as a guy, felt that he shouldn't have, at least not yet. He wanted to just sit Sam down one day and tell her, make it a grand gesture, maybe, but his pride held him back, because from what he had learned, the guy did not mutter the L word first.
Danny struggled with it, because it didn't seem real. He and Sam had only been dating for a month, he told himself, he wasn't going to ruin an excellent thing by freaking her out with feelings.
There was another half of him, though, that reminded him that he had known her for ten years, and that was plenty of time to fall in love with a girl, even if you only acted on it in the last possible second.
After weeks of debating, the latter half won him over, and he vowed to tell her. At some point. In the future. Not right then.
But how?
On his first try, Danny was nervous. When he was nervous, he put things together. And Danny was constantly nervous, which explained the forty-three artfully constructed model space shuttles that hung in his room. That day, though, a rainy Saturday, he had to settle for a puzzle. It was sad, he didn't even know what it was, as the top of the box had been lost and the pieces were sealed in with plastic wrap (Fenton Plastic Wrap with Jack Fenton's face all over it, available for sale for $4.99 at the local Ready-Mart), and any images on the side of the box were worn away with time. Danny had no idea what he was doing, but as long as he was distracted, this was fine.
A tap on his shoulder made him jump, and he turned to see his girlfriend smirking at him. How did he not hear her come in?
"A puzzle, huh?" Sam asked dryly. He shrugged, and she went on. "All right, what are you stressing about?"
Danny's heart beat faster when he looked her in the eyes. Now was the perfect time, he thought, she was right there, and they were alone, and all he had to do was pull her near and…
"I think it's a dolphin," Sam suddenly said, gazing at the unfinished puzzle on the table.
"Uh, what?" Danny was caught of guard, it took him a minute to realize she was talking about the puzzle.
"A dolphin," Sam asserted, "cool. I love dolphins." Danny smiled a bit. He wasn't surprised, Sam loved every kind of animal. She had a lot of pets, some without her parents' knowledge, and she was just so caring…
"I love…" Danny trailed off when he looked into Sam's amethyst eyes again, and he swallowed the next word, his body and mind both telling him I'm not ready I'm not ready I'm not ready don't don't don't…
"Danny?" Sam's worried glance snapped him out of his stupor.
"I love…I love dolphins, too." He finished lamely.
Confession attempt number one: failed.
how bout them dolphins