Shoes
Disclaimer: Ain't mine
Summary: Danny has a shoe fetish, at least he does when it comes to one particular woman. She's worn lots of shoes. DL. Collection of oneshots.
I deleted this, changed the format, sorta, now resubmited this. on with take two...
You want to fall in love with a shoe, go ahead. A shoe can't love you back, but on the other hand, a shoe can't hurt you too deeply either. And there are so many nice-looking shoes.
Allan Sherman.
Running Shoes
He loved her in running shoes. They weren't the most attractive things on the planet; to put it
plainly they were hideous. At one time they had been white, now they were grey with New York's
signature grime. So why did he like them? Because they were ugly. She wasn't out to impress, she
was working out. Watching her made him want to start running. He had never been one for jogging,
but she inspired him to give it a try. Maybe one day they could run together. There were a pair of
blondes behind her and they tried to get his eye, but they only succeeding in making him lover her
more. These girls had spotless shoes and flat stomachs displayed by bright sports bras. Their teeny –
tiny shorts showed tattoos. They weren't running they were looking cute. He rolled his eyes and
finished his coffee before returning his gaze to Lindsay now down the path. She was gorgeous by
not having ulterior motives. Her clothes were sweaty and too big, her hair was cranked back into a
tight bun, and her shoes were hideous. And he loved it.
A/N: My mother freaked out when she read this, "Danny's too cute for a shoe fetish! I don't want Danny to have a shoe fetish!" I think we all have fetishes, and of them all is shoes really that bad.