Prepare for Landing
Goth 1, Clueless 1 has landed.
The slip of paper dangles from a wad of gum on the inside of her locker door. It isn't signed, and Sam isn't quite sure what to make of it. Certainly, it's from Danny. Not even Tucker would be cruel enough to tease her this way, even if he lived for pressing her buttons in a million (and more) others.
She stands there, staring it for who knows how long, oblivious to the fact that the shuffle of oppressed teens fades around her as they escape, school now a distant torment in their minds. At least until morning. Her hand almost shakes as she lifts it and pulls the paper away, staring at it, unblinking.
And then she turns, and she is met with soft lips against her own, the slightest brush of a kiss as she stares startled into two bright, icy blue eyes. A wide smile that is a little smug, almost condescending, but self depreciating at the same time.
"So did I hit the runway?" His eyes flicker as he adds, "Or did I miss completely and become flaming debris miles away?"
The smile begins to fade at her lack of response until he is rubbing the back of his neck, shuffling his feet as she stands still and silent. Sam blinks. And then she finds her voice as her hands wind into the cotton of his shirt, pulling him closer as his eyes widen, equally startled and relived.
She smiles and cocks an eyebrow. "You hit the runway fine, but I think your technique needs a little work."
She takes a great deal of pleasure in the practice.