003 Valentine's Day
Danny felt a pair of eyes on him. He looked around, trying to figure out who was burning a hole through him. He scanned each face that surrounded him, not able to catch who was watching him. Paulina was picking at her nails, obviously trying to make them seem perfect. Dash was doodling on his notebook, not caring to listen to the teacher's lecture. Sam was watching closely, and next to her, Tucker was hiding his PDA under the desk. He had a concentrated look on. Danny laughed to himself as he noted that his best friend was playing Monopoly. Danny faced his notebook, once more, to find a note tucked under a page of loose-leaf. He slipped it onto and began reading it.
Dearest Samantha,
When you get this note, it will only be a few hours until the Sweethearts Dance at Casper High. I'd like to ask you the honor of coming with me.
Yes, I know you don't know who this is. And I intend on keeping it that way. So, don't try to guess. It's a surprise.
Meet me in the middle of the dance floor at midnight, dressed in your best, with a corsage for me. I will be there with a flower for you as well.
Please, don't decline me. I won't stand you up, for I know that's the worst way for a gentleman to act.
Don't be scared, either. I go to your school and am in your grade. It'll be fine.
Please be there. I'll be waiting.
Anonymously,
Your secret admirer
Danny smiled in triumph as he folded the note, slipping it into his pocket.
"Ooooh," he groaned, clutching his shirt. The teacher looked up from her desk as the students surrounding him snapped their attention to him. His teacher cocked an eyebrow, rising from her chair.
"Something wrong, Mr. Fenton?" Sam watched as Danny groaned in pain, holding his stomach.
"I think I'm going to vomit," he whined. He leaned over the railing of his desk, a little close to Dash. Dash squealed nervously, scooting away from the actor.
Mrs. Mickenly's expression softened. "Here's a pass," she called out while scribbling on a small sheet of paper. Danny got up out of his desk and stumbled to the front of the room, reaching out for the piece of paper being handed to him. He took it and stuffed into the front pocket of his jeans, hurrying out the doorway.
When he was out of view, Danny chuckled, balancing the his Secret Admirer note in his hand. He made his way over to Sam's locker and slipped it in, hoping she would find it. The dismissal bell rang suddenly, only seconds to go before a mob of students would pile out the classrooms. Danny hurried down the hallway and out of the exit. He turned the corner, running to his house.
"Did you see Dan?" Tucker asked, walking along Sam to her locker. He watched out of the corner of his eye as Sam shrugged, peering at her feet as she watched. She had been silent the rest of the class, and -- being a caring friend -- Tucker was wondering why. Although, he probably new the answer. "You okay?"
Sam nodded, coming to her locker. She spun the combination then opened the door, a note to soon fall out. Tucker watched curiously as Sam bent down to pick up the piece of paper. She stood straight up, after, and opened it. Tucker watched as her face lit up, a smile flickering across her face. She finally grinned, handing him the note. "I have a 'secret admirer'," she explained, shoving the piece of paper into Tucker's face. He took it anxiously and scanned it.
"Dearest Samantha," he began, giving Sam a look. He snorted, handing her the note back. "Are you seruious?" She refused to take it.
"Just read it!"
"Fine." Tucker cleared his throat teasingly, then continued, "When you get this note, it will only be a few hours until the Sweethearts Dance at Casper High. I'd like to ask you the honor of coming with me." He laughed a little. "Yes, I know you don't know who this is. And I intend on keeping it that way. So, don't try to guess. It's a surprise." This time, Tucker became intersted. "Meet me in the middle of the dance floor at midnight, dressed in your best, with a corsage for me. I will be there with a flower for you as well." He leaned in, trying to read the note faster and more accurately. "Please, don't decline me. I won't stand you up, for I know that's the worst way for a gentleman to act." Sam watched as Tucker's expression became animated, something she enjoyed to watch when she had time. "Don't be scared, either. I go to your school and am in your grade. It'll be fine. Please be there. I'll be waiting." Tucker let out a sigh before reading the last line, "Anonymously, your secret admirer."
Tucker looked up to find Sam, smiling smugly. "So?"
"I think you're going to have to do this. It sounds like he was expecting you."
She nodded in agreement. "I know, right?"
Danny burst through the door, making his way up the stairs.
"Hey, Dan!" He heard his mom call out from downstairs, but was too much in a rush to answer her. He shut the door, locked it, then walked over to his bed. He flopped onto it, his heart beating rapidly.
I bet she read it by now. Oh crap. He stuffed his face into the pillow on his bed and shut his eyes for a few minutes. He relaxed a little while before his cell phone started vibrating in his pocket. Danny cursed under his breath, reaching into his jeans. He pulled out his cell and flipped it open.
He faked a cough before answering, "H-hello?"
"Dan?" Tucker's voice sounded worried on the phone. Danny tried to sound the sickest he could.
"Yeah?"
"You feeling better?" Danny forced another rough sounding cough.
"Not really..."
"Oh, danggit."
Danny sat up, curious. "Why?"
"Sam's going with someone else."
Danny sat there, wide-eyed. "What?!" he yelled into the reciever.
Tucker laughed on the other line. "I knew you'd be surprised."
"Well, who is it?" Danny asked, anxious.
"She doesn't know." Tucker continued to laugh as he continued, "Some secret admirer, or something..."
A smile crept onto Danny's expression. "Oh." He coughed once more. "Sorry, but I can't go."
"Darn. Then, who am I going to go with?"
"Valerie?"
"Dead chance!"
"Sorry man."
"S'okay."
"I'm tired."
"Okay."
"Bye."
"Bye." And with that, Danny heard a dial tone.
Sam stood near the entrance of the high school, watching as familiar faces passed her, all of them walking easily into the dance. She waited in agony, wondering who her secret admirer was.
Did he have any classes with her? Did she even know him? Did she know what he looked like?
Did she pass him by everyday without actually looking at him? Did the guy just slip the note into her locker by accident?
As a joke?
Sam sighed, leaning against the wall. She rubbed her temples, trying to concentrate on what was going to happen during the night. Tucker wasn't coming, Danny wasn't coming, and she was going to the dance with someone she didn't even know. It didn't weigh on the scale to turn out as a very good night. Ugh. Sam checked the watch on her wrist.
11:47 PM.
Sam wandered into the gym, soon to be surrounded by a crowd on teenagers dancing and drinking punch. She watched the dancers on the floor enjoying themselves just as they should be. She walked around the gym, getting a drink of punch every now and then. Once more, she looked at her watch.
11:56 PM.
I think it's time. Sam made her way through the crowd of teenagers on the dance floor, trying to to bump into anybody. And for a little while, she stood there, tapping her foot to the music and waiting for her secret admirer.
Danny walked into the gym, tuxedo and everything. He had the rose in his hand, but slipped it behind his back. He searched the sea of teenage faces for a familiar one, but didn't see it. He walked around, wondering if Sam had actually shown.
He smiled as he convinsed himself that she did. She's always up for a challenge, right? And this is a challenge... Right? Danny glanced nervously at the clock on the gym wall. 11:58 PM. He wandered into the the crowd of dancers, hoping to see her face in the middle of the floor. When he made it, he gasped.
There she was.
And, boy, was she beautiful.
Sam stood there with an edgy look on her face, her dress as beautiful as she was.
The sliver-toned dress fit her figure perfectly, hugging her in the right places. It was lightly stripped, running all the way down to the hems. It was beaded here and there, but didn't look childish at all. Two pieces of black fabric banded right below her chest and her hips, not at all tight, but sensually fitting. She had a small slip underneath that puffed out when she walked. Sam wore a matching necklace, most likely her mother's. It was strung on her neck with a sliver chain, held together with a small lock. Her hair was wavy, a balance between curled and straight. It was in a half ponytail, half up yet half down, letting her raven black hair flow midshoulder.
Sam looked around before spotting Danny in front of her. But she didn't recognize him because of the lighting behind him.
"Is that you?" she called out, handing Danny the corsage in a container. He smiled in return -- but she couldn't see it, though -- and handed her the red rose hidden behind his back. Danny took her hand and pulled her close, leading her around. "I guess so," Sam murmured, resting her head on Danny's shoulder. They danced for a little while, waltzing around the dance floor. They were dangerously close to each other when the song finally ended. Danny let go of her hand, but Sam held on.
Sam was quiet for a moment, as if trying to say something. Eventually, she spoke. "Who are you?"
"Who am I?" Danny rolled the words around on his toungue, smiling a little. Danny took Sam into his arms, wrapping them around the little of her waist. She didn't refuse, to his surprise. "Who are you?"
"Someone you want to kiss," Sam replied, confident.
"Yep," Danny answered, smiling bigger. And with that, he leaned in, brushing his lips against Sam's. Sam allowed him to as she wrapped her arms around his neck. They deepend the kiss with urgency, and though Sam felt a familiar spark from when she kissed her friend Danny, she deicided to not pay much attention to it. Instead, she'd rather enjoy the moment.
Breaking apart, Danny brushed a strand of hair from out of Sam's face. "So, who are you?"
"Sam Manson." Sam cocked an eyebrow. "You?"
"Your date." The girl laughed in Danny's arms.
"I'm serious."
"As am I."
"Please," Sam cooed, tracing down Danny's cheek with her index finger. "What is your name?"
Danny kissed her again before answering, afraid to reply. "I don't want to ruin the moment."
"I'm going to find out, anyway," Sam insisted. Danny sighed.
"I'm your best friend."
"What?" Sam exclaimed, growing wide-eyed. "Tucker?!"
Danny sighed, kissing her once more. "Danny." Sam inhaled, surprised yet somehow pleased. She whispered, "Good."
And they kissed again.
If you want to see what the dress looked like (It's real!!), ask me for my email address. I will give you the link on there ('cause I can't on here, for some reason --pout--).
