A/N: Day two! Prompt is flying. Once again, this is unedited. I'll probably comeback and edit these stories once the entire challenge is done. Oh, and I forgot disclaimer (Pst this applies to all chapters!) I, SmartyMcSmartle of the United States of America, do not own or make money off of writing for Danny Phantom. The only thing that is mine is the plot.
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The sky was baby blue, the color of his eyes. The clouds were white like his hair when he was flying. It still amazed me that he could fly. Don't get me started on his other powers that make him unique.
He could fly. Fly. On his own accord, without a jet pack or an airplane. And here I was, stuck in my room, only able to imagine the feeling that he could have while flying. I sighed, and rested my head against my fist.
It was one of those beautiful days that not even a teenaged boy could resist going out in, especially one that could freaking fly. Yet I couldn't see him in the skies, and it was three o'clock.
I got up and flopped onto my bed. I picked up a Egyptian mythology book and started to read it. I didn't really pay attention to the book. My thoughts were racing, trying to figure out why the hell he wasn't flying outside. If he was, I could ask him to drop me off at the park or something. Then I'd be flying, close to him, breathing in the same air and...
No. I'm not going to go there. Sure, I liked him. I loved him, in fact. But what if he didn't love me? What if I caused the loss of our friendship because I tried to take it too far? Ugh. I put the book down and paced around my room a bit, restless as ever. I sat down at my desk and opened a new document. I started to create a t-chart of possible pros and cons to me telling him how I feel.
Pros:
He may actually like me, and then we get to be in a relationship.
He would know how I feel about him, and I wouldn't be stressing over it anymore. I'd be able to sleep at night!
He may be happier.
I'd be able to stop screaming "WE'RE NOT LOVEBIRDS!" when Tucker calls us lovebirds.
I'd know whether or not he still likes Paulina.
Cons:
He may not like me, and the friendship could be ruined.
If he likes me, he could push me away from ghost hunting to 'protect' me. Sweet, but I like ghost hunting with him.
If he likes me, Tucker could become a jealous third-wheel.
It could become a high school relationship. Those don't last, and I want to be with him as long as possible.
It could distract him from ghost fighting.
And the list was dead even. For every good thing I had, a bad thing came up, and vice-versa. I eventually got fed up. Shivering, I turned towards my digital clock. 4:56pm it read. I closed the document and turned around.
Behind me was Danny, smiling broadly and holding a pot of black roses. I was freaking out inside. "Do you like these?" Danny asked gently. I barely could manage to nod. "Well, they're for you. A-and I was wondering if you wanted to go out flying with me. Just you and me." He gave me the roses, my mouth hanging open.
"Uh, l-let me out these in some water first. But yeah, I'd love to go flying with you, Danny." I managed to stammer out. I ran into the kitchen and quickly found a vase. I filled it with water and carefully laid the flowers and soil into the deep purple plant holder. I looked around and squealed quietly like the girly-girls I hate. I shook myself and ran back to my room, placing the roses on the windowsill. Danny grabbed my hand and I swooned in my head. Outside, I bit my lip. Danny shifted into his ghost mode with practiced ease and turned us intangible.
"Are you okay?" Danny asked looking me in the eyes. I nodded and he channeled some of his flying power into me. We flew out of the house and into the dimming sky, a perfect sunset coming across the horizon.
Danny guided me into gentle loops and twirls, arching gracefully in the atmosphere. We dove quickly and pulled up at the last moment, giving me an adrenaline rush. Eventually, he sat me down in my favorite tree. I realized he had actually been listening to me talk about this tree.
"Sam." I turned towards him. Danny was holding a ring. The ring was glowing very faintly light blue, like the ghost ice he can make. It was sculpted delicately in the shape of a vine. I twisted around and came up into a blooming flower. Inside the blooming flower was a green gem, for, his father's class ring. He hit his lip, like he was trying to remember something. He then shook his head slightly. He gazed into my eyes and I gazed into his. His toxic green eyes suddenly shifted into the china blue that I had known for longer and loved far more than the green. "I really like you Sam. No, scratch that. I love you Sam, and I was kinda wondering if y-you wanted to be my girlfriend." Danny quickly stuttered out. My eyes were wide and I was hyperventilating in my head, tiny little Sam-bots in my head running around and screaming in joy and in shock and in confusion. I must've been spacing out for a minute or two because Danny asked "Sam? Are you okay? If you say no, it'll be okay." I shook myself and looked Danny straight in the eye.
"Yeah. I'd like that Danny. Very very much." I replied. Danny slipped the ring on my finger and he titled my head up and we leaned forwards. The sparks that flew when our lips met sent me into a much bigger adrenaline rush. This was the best thing in the world. I was flying.
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He set me down on the floor of my room gently, like I was a fragile glass figurine. He quickly said goodbye and vanished through the wall. I sat on my bed, reminiscing my first date with Danny.
After we had our first kiss, Danny flew us down to the ground, under the shade of the tree. He slid a picnic basket out from inside the tree. I realized that Danny had had this planned. Maybe he wasn't as clueless as I thought. Anyways, he unrolled a blanket. We sat and we had a picnic, watching the sunset. He had packed my favorite meal, a Greek salad without eggs or croutons and with apple slices.
The sunset was beautiful. Danny rested against the tree and I sat in front of him, snuggling slightly into his built chest. Nobody knew that Danny was strong except for Tucker, Jazz, and I. He wrapped his arm gently around my waist. I could almost feel the happiness radiating off of him, and I knew he could feel the happiness radiating off of me, if he wanted to. And I was fine with that.
I was shaken out of my reminiscing by the sound of knocking on my door and the soft voice of my grandmother. "May I come in?" She asked gently.
"Yeah, grandma." I sat up in my bed as my grandmother came in and locked the door behind her. She wheeled up to me.
"Sam, I don't think you know this, but your parents decided to put video cameras in your room a couple of weeks ago." I stiffened. She must've seen Danny change. Crap crap crap crap crap. "I don't like it, but I couldn't stop them. And as you know, they're away for the week. They asked me to watch the tapes while they were gone and report anything suspicious to them." Grandma continued. Oh, shit. "I saw Daniel into the house with black roses. And I decided to look into your room to see if you would finally get a boyfriend. Although, I think I can tell by the ring on your finger that you did." She gave a pointed look to the ghost ice ring I had around my finger. I blushed slightly. "I also saw that Danny turned into that Phantom ghost." Damn it all. I hate my parents sometimes.
"What're you going to do?" I asked. Grandma chuckled at that.
"Delete the evidence on tape. That's what I'm going to do. I've always liked Danny, and I always though Phantom wasn't a menace. This just proves it to me. But Sammy, I'm not going to tell anybody. Okay?" Grandma said, tilting her head and cracking a small smile. I jumped up and threw my arms around my grandma.
Now, I was soaring.
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