Asking Her Out
"I—uh…uhh wanted to know if…if you wanted—" he stuttered. Well, he was looking everywhere but her face. Everything seemed more interesting than her face at the moment. He slapped a hand over his face dragging it down.
"Look," he started over. "I wanted to know if you'd like to go to the movies." He held his breath. By then his knees were shaking and his heart was pounding rapidly, twice the normal speed.
"Movies?" the gothic-cutie asked.
"Yeah," he choked.
Sam Manson's eyes widened from the statement that Danny Fenton—her best friend—had just asked a few minutes ago. He just asked her out, to the movies! Her face was red and suddenly felt very warm. In fact, she stepped back, loosing her footing a little.
The movies. Sam Manson was going to the movies with Danny. Then as suddenly as the though had come to mind, going to the movies wasn't a big deal, especially if someone else was going. Feeling stupid, knowing this moment that Danny (sweet, cute, adorable Danny) was probably forgetting someone he always wanted to tag along to the movies with: Tucker.
Pushing hopes aside in denial, Sam added hastily, "Is Tucker coming? Just another movie night with the trio, right?" She smiled.
At last Danny was getting a chance to back out now, thanking the big guy in the sky. But at the same time he wanted to shake Sam senseless for being oblivious to the fact he was asking her out on a date-date. There were so many pros and cons on going on a date with your best friend, but his heart was willingly to take that chance and throw caution to the wind.
He struggled to keep his voice normal, despite his uncontrollable shaking.
"Nooo! No Tucker." Shaking his hands and head, with gusto. "Just you. Me. And a date to the movies—uhh with dinner added to the list of course, eh heh." He pointed out. Trying not to embarrass himself furthermore in front of Sam, he flashed her a sheepish smile.
Fighting every feminine gene in her body from not shrieking out for everyone to hear—gothic individual or not—she just nodded repeatedly with a small smile forming on her dainty violet lipstick stained lips.
"Okay," she said in a breath.
"Okay?" He questioned uncertainly, "Really?"
The only answer he seemed to get was a nod of the head from Sam who was blushing with a very cute—if he might add—pink blush on her cheeks.
"Cool—" he squeaked. "Umm…I'll pick you up later then?"
Another gracious nod directed towards him and with a subtle goodbye from both parties, both teens walked in different directions. Danny and Sam couldn't wait for the night to come any sooner.
A/N: I know I've attempted before and failed MISERABLY at trying to write short stories. Sigh. But I pinky promise that these short or long stories (depending on my mood) will be worth it. And yes I know apparently short stories or drabbles have become popular recently, that I don't need to know. Therefore, I'll try to make my own unique (keyword "trying" here people). Oh, almost forgot special thanks to my friend who helped me flush this story out, and edited it. Thank-you Natasha!