EDIT: 2 May 06
This is now part of a little random collection, as you probably know by now. For those who've read it before, my apologies if you ran into it again. You can just skip on to the next oneshot. Sorry for any confusion!
Yeah I know this is... what, six, seven days too late, considering April 1st was Saturday, but hey. I was inspired only on Monday, so... :)
And yes I know April Fools' takes place on a school day here, but well... it is fanfiction after all. :)
See disclaimers at the end of this. If I put it here, it'll probably spoil the thing. xD Now that I've written it, I personally think it's better than "memories"... I started to think that one wasn't quite up to standard after I posted it. But I'll leave it there for the sake of those of you who liked it. Okay, back to this little one here.
Here we go! And as usual, enjoy!
Much Truth in All Fools' Day
It'd begun as an intentionally harmless prank.
The two boys had been hanging in Danny's room, basically just doing nothing and relishing the fact that they appeared to have another rare ghost-free night on their hands. Then Tucker of course had to go and remember that it was the thirty-first of March, meaning undoubtedly that the next day would be the infamous occasion where pranksters took the crown, where practical jokes and deliberate false alarms ruled.
April Fools' Day.
Danny had then spoken the first idea that had popped into his mind at the mention of it - why not play a trick on Sam?
Of course, both freshmen had initially been stumped at this silly suggestion of his - for how on earth they were going to fool the highly intelligent and individual Goth of a best friend they had seemed to be a problem with no solution whatsoever.
That was, unless you were Tucker Foley.
The idea had only taken a couple of seconds to reach him, and the plot only a few more seconds to form.
It seemed like the perfect joke to play. Not only was he sure Sam would fall for it - the prank, he was certain, would take some effect on Danny as well.
And as predicted, Danny had promptly forgotten how easy it was for his female best friend to decipher his handwriting - no matter how much he disguised it or how neat or messy it was - and jumped at Tucker's proposal, convinced that Sam would buy it and already trying to imagine the look on her face.
Yes, give her a secret admirer. Go to school early, drop a love note or poem and a flower in her locker, then go to her house and walk to school with her as usual. Then watch her expression when she discovered the mysterious articles, so-called, residing in it. It sounded perfect. There was no reason why Sam wouldn't believe she really had a secret admirer after a surprise as big as that - unless she really smelled a rat. But that wasn't going to happen.
Or so Danny thought, anyway.
And so it was that the next day found Sam opening her locker to be greeted by the first thing that met her violet irises - which was none other than a plain white card folded in half, coupled with the single stalk of a rose in half-bloom, its dark red petals still soft and tender to the touch.
Now, Sam had not forgotten that it was April Fools' - as it was, something at the back of her mind had already registered that it could be a prank - but curiosity got the better of her, especially when the two boys waiting for her by the locker gave her clueless shrugs upon seeing her questioning glance. Thus she pushed the suspicion and all other thoughts of April Fools' pranks away, opening the card and beginning to read the words carefully scripted in black ink.
Interestingly enough, the poem had entirely been Danny's work. In fact he'd done everything the evening before - found the card, run down to the florists' , penned the message - while Tucker had just sat back and watched.
Even more interestingly so was how Danny, in racking his brains for the right words to say albeit a wondrous flair for poetry, and in planning for it to sound as convincing as possible, had found that it'd all come to him much easier than expected, especially since it was Sam he was thinking about, and had realized that perhaps - perhaps it wouldn't be a real joke after all. Perhaps he meant what he was writing.
No, scratch that. He did mean it.
In writing the whole thing he'd reached into a feeling that had started far back in memory - a feeling that had always been there, almost since forever, so much so that he knew not, or perhaps had forgotten of, its existence. Yes, in writing it he'd managed... to find that feeling and put a name to it.
And even though that feeling was undoubtedly different, and far stronger than any other kind he'd felt for any other girl, Danny, being the shy, uncertain teenager he usually was, had chosen to push it to one side and just enjoy the outcome of the practical joke. Besides, it wasn't like Sam felt the same, was it?
Unknown to the young Fenton, however, was that his best friend was already finding the neat cursive of the words she was reading rather familiar. Of course, she hadn't quite yet registered whose it was, caught up in the process of pouring over the card...
I've seen them
those Violet Eyes of yours
Seen in them
so much; Everything
The sparkle of laughter
that makes me want to smile
and laugh
and shout -
all at the same time
The fire of indignance
Strong
independence
wanting
to speak out
And the shine of understanding
that so gently helps
and guides
and comforts
when everything the world turnns upside down
Yes
I've seen them
those Violet Eyes of yours
that so peer beneath the surface,
that so see, and know everything
But until they read these words
They do not see... when I look at you that way
They do not know my innermost secret
They do not know...
How much I love you
I've seen them
Though they haven't seen me
those Violet Eyes of yours.
Sincerely and with love,
Your Secret Admirer
By the time she was done Sam was, for once, reeling - not just from the sweetness of what she'd just read - but also, if not even more, from the shock when she realized that the handwriting could only belong to Danny, and that the words themselves sounded somewhat like what only a best friend could, and would write.
One would have guessed that Danny only remembered the fact that Sam could tell his writing anywhere when amethyst eyes flitted to meet his blue ones, filled with a mixture of surprise, recognition, confusion and utter shock.
"Danny... you wrote this?" The words escaped her mouth in a sort of half-unbelieving, half-hopeful tone.
It probably wasn't surprising that Tucker had now interestingly (yet again) disappeared - as Danny realized when he'd cast a quick desperate glance behind him, planning to ask for help.
Darn that Foley.
He felt himself blush harder than ever before and managed to get out something along the lines of a stammered, "Well... I, uh..."
Things certainly weren't going the way they'd been expected to.
Then again... if Sam knew it was him and Tucker - well, alright, him who'd pulled the prank...
No, interestingly once again, she wasn't reacting like how she usually would - no bored look, no snide remarks, no "oh please, you think that could've fooled me?"
For in truth Sam was overjoyed, and probably extremely delighted by Gothic standards, at the thought that the feelings she'd found and had for her best friend for a length of time now were finally returned. So overjoyed, in fact, that she'd now forgotten completely that it was April the first, that it was all probably a mere joke two best friends would want to play on her just to see what her reaction would be - just as Tucker had predicted she would.
"You have no idea..." she allowed a smile to play on her lips as she moved closer to her best friend. "How long I've wanted this for."
And Danny of course, being the dense person he was, didn't quite manage to get it until she'd slipped her arms around his neck and kissed him softly on the lips, right there in the middle of the Casper High school hallway.
It was that one start - that one hesitation of surprise which Sam had sensed in him that finally made her remember...
Pulling away in shock, she stumbled backward, one hand over her mouth where she'd just kissed him, horrified at what she'd done and what it could possibly do to their friendship now that he knew.
Sam you idiot. It's April Fools' ! And you thought he really liked you?
"Oh my gosh... Danny I..."
Surprisingly however, Danny smiled - a shy one at that. "It's okay. I... kinda realized... after I wrote it... that I actually really meant it. You just..." He went red again. "You kinda stunned me yourself when you did that... I mean, I never realized..." One hand rubbed the back of his neck, as was his usual custom when he was nervous, while blue eyes looked bashfully away.
It was enough for Sam to know that he was indeed telling the truth, that it was no longer the simple April Fools' joke it was probably supposed to be in the first place. Relaxing now that she knew she had nothing to worry about and smiling as the reality of it sank in, she let out a light laugh. "Well, you do now, don't you?"
He nodded meekly and returned the smile.
And Sam stepped up to him again, putting her arms around him as a smirk played on her lips. Some instinctive force pushed Danny slowly forward, and they met in a tender kiss, lips touching lightly, short, and gentle... though somehow breathtaking all the same.
Perhaps there was, as both realized when they pulled apart and exchanged smiles a second later, much truth in All Fools' Day after all...
And Tucker, watching secretly from around the corner, knew his little "ploy" had worked out perfectly. As planned, the joke had eventually turned out to be on both his best friends - but while they'd fallen for it... they'd finally found each other. Man, he was such a genius.
The techno-geek grinned and turned to walk away. This was going to be the best April Fools' ever.
His foot squelched in something and Tucker looked down to find a huge, sticky glob of fake green gunk now stuck to the underside of his shoe.
Then again, maybe not.
END
Eheheh... I feel so mean. Poor ol' Tuck. Gets them together then receives goo as a reward. Oh well. Hope you laughed at that, or it would've missed the target.
Yes, Violet Eyes is mine... I actually based it off another one of my poems Those Blue eyes of Yours. It's on my LJ at kp-krazy. livejournal. com/ 4063. html (take out the spaces) That one's much better in my opinion. I was thinking of Flirting with Disaster when I wrote it, just so you know... x) DannySam is the inspiration for most of my love poems.
Yeah, and the story's mine, obviously. Everything else is the copyright of Butch Hartman and Nickelodeon. Boo-hoo for me.
Ah well. Review and make me happy! x)
FBG - Out.