Drabbles keep the ideabunnies out of my head, and help with writer's block. :3
Enjoy.
1: Dance
The night danced by in an unfocused tempo of swirling colors and floating sparkles, which fell like snow from the ceiling decorations. Music played in slow rhythm, its bass tones low and piano lines slurring together into a droning, yet peaceful, noise. Everything in the room felt wonderfully surreal as the two twirled around, the heels of their fancy shoes- which would only be worn that particular night- clicking repeatedly against the hardwood floor.
Danny's hand clasped with Sam's as he lifted her arm above her head, and spun her twice around. Her dress fanned out, the dark purple lining brushing against Danny and revealing her pale, bare legs which shone gorgeously in the dim lights of the ballroom. Danny pulled her back into his chest, and she smiled playfully up at him as her fingers played over his collar and settled behind his neck.
"Since when did you learn how to dance?" She asked dreamily, her purple-painted eyes closing once her face relaxed into the boy's chest. His heartbeat was very slow, almost as slow as the music. It was a steady lullaby that she didn't mind listening to.
"Oh, y'know… I've been around…" Danny replied sheepishly, daring to rest his hands on Sam's waist. His nerves were settled after several seconds, when the girl didn't jab him, smack him, or anything of the like.
"Is that so?" Sam said unexpectedly, lifting her head. She stared up at Danny, her makeup sparkling vibrantly. Danny felt the blood rush to his cheeks immediately, but he hoped that the darkness of the room would shield him from her gaze.
"Uh, yeah," Danny said, glancing off to the side for a quick second, and then returning his gaze to Sam. It was getting really dark- even more so than normal. The music was growing uncomfortably quiet… Something wasn't right…
"Well, I'll admit this was fun and all…" Sam started, reeling her hands back and crossing her arms. She took a step back away from Danny, her raven black eyebrows beginning to furrow. "Now, Fenton, get out of my dream."
Danny squealed as he was suddenly catapulted across Sam's room and against the far wall, and then promptly struck on the face by a book before he went intangible and sank through the floor.