Sam P.O.V
Sometimes I truly comprehend how anyone can be so dense, even Tucker can see all the major hints that I give our best friend about how I feel about him. Perhaps that's the issue; he only ever sees me as his best friend. Nothing more.
"Samantha, your friends are here." My mother's voice carried through the long corridor, using my ever hated full name.
"Coming." I called back. As I ran down stairs I was formulating a plan. A plan to tell Danny how I really felt about the whole just friends' thing.
"Hey, Sam." Tucker waved. Danny only grinned and tried to hide a blush, which failed. I guess he does notice some things. Like how I was wearing a slightly shorter skirt and a low cut crop-T with fish net quarter length sleeves.
"Hey guys, movie?" Let the plan commence.
"Sure, your place or theater?" Danny asked smiling seductively. I had to take a moment to find my voice again.
"Theater." I proceeded to grab their wrists and pull them away from my ever obnoxious parents.
"Slow down, Sam!" They kept yelling/complaining.
I didn't stop until we got there and once we did I could feel Danny's pulse thumping under my palm and I hastily released his arm before I did something that would foil my plan.
"Sam?" Danny asked as tucker went to the restroom.
"Yeah, Danny?" I love the sound of his name as it rolls off my tongue, though if anyone was to know that my combat boot will leave a permanent mark on their ass.
"Is something wrong?" He put his hand on my shoulder sending a warm shiver down my spine.
"Nothing's wrong," then I muttered under my breath, "that you can't fix." I glanced up into his blue eyes.
"Ummm?"
"What?"
"Do you want to-" Danny was nervously rubbing the back of his neck.
"I'm back." Tucker sang interrupting Danny, who cussed under his breath.
"The movies about to start, let's head in." Danny stated and started pushing Tucker into the theater. As he passed our hands touched and another shiver through my spine.
"I will get some popcorn." I offered. They wouldn't offer to take my place considering I had all the money.
"Cool, Tucker find us a place to sit, I'm going to help Sam." Danny instructed Tucker.
"Thanks."
"No problem, anything for m- you; anything for you." He stuttered. Why he was so nervous was beyond me and what was he about to say? I just smiled, which is really rare for a Goth, but I make an exceptions for the halfa.