A twenty eight year old man plopped down exhaustedly into his disgustingly colored brown chair, oh how he loathed the thing especially it's color, that is until he found relaxation in it. It was still hideous but it was the most comfortable thing he could afford. Although it did reflect the horrible look of his dreary and cheap apartment.
The man had been trying to get his job into action, which just wasn't working out. He thought NewYork was a wonderful place to prosper as a photographer. This proved to be quite wrong, he was still trying though. For now he was an oh so wonderful pizza delivery boy.
That was a barrel of fun all in itself, biking around the crowded streets and dealing with angry customers all the time. Granted he could've used a delivery car the company offered, but driving was impossible, it was NewYork City for God's sake. And he passed on his ghost powers often because that attracted more ghosts and publicity than desired.
"Another day another minimum wage dollar." Danny grummbled under his breath and closed his dull blue eyes, they hadn't twinkled in God knows how long.
His boss screamed at him all day, he hadn't been feeling too well after a ghost fight so his powers were acting out. Which caused more than enough "clumsy mistakes" and "unexplainable damages."
As a boy Danny wanted to be an astronaut. He loved everything about space, including the stars which nowadays always gave him a painful longing he couldn't quite place. But like all children Danny grew up. It's not that his dream career was impossible to reach it was the fact that he long since put it behind him because of his special abilities.
He figured working for the government and being tested on would surely reveal his secret identity, his powers. Danny knew the government didn't like that from past experiance and also learned that they'd go after him for experiments. He decided his life meant more to him then his dreams it wouldn't have been the first dream he put behind him.
He opened his eyes and stared out the window from behind his raven black hair. He wondered how she was doing...
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The twenty eight year old female grumbled as she enetered her well furnished and high class New York apartment. Life was quite comfortable for her, if you don't count her love life. She tossed her long black coat on the dining room table and headed for her living room.
She stared down at her favorite violet dress, ruined. A lovely and large spot of red wine settled nicely in her lap. "Jerk..." Sam mumbled and answered her ringing cell phone.
"Hello?" Sam spoke into it crossly.
"So I take it things went bad." A ditzy sounding female countered on the other end.
Sam sat down in her light blue loveseat and blew a strand of black hair from her face. "Yes." Sam answered with a sigh. "I just wish, I don't know I just wish I could find Mr.Right. Not some high class money loving jerk."
"Oh Sam you are so picky. You get all the rich and socially accepted men that you could have a swanky life with, but you always find something wrong with them."
"Hey if you want Johnathon," Sam exagerated the name with a roll of her eyes, "Than you can have him Stacy."
Sam's date refused to let her call him John, and he also refused to call her Sam. He didn't like jokes and he mostly talked about money the whole meal, he didn't agree with her on anything. He was just a regular stuffed shirt.
"I want someone who's wild and unruly and has the devil may care attitude. You know the kinda guy who breaks the rules streches the limits but is still a gentleman." Sam explained.
"Oh you are still that gothic-rebel self deep down aren't you?" Stacy teased. "Look Sam this was just the class you were born into, and isn't a cliche for you to date someone like that?"
"I suppose but I can't help it." Sam sighed dreamily streaching out on her furniture and kicking off her black heals.
"Sam you're holding out for a hero type, the Superman with the lock of black hair and steel blue eyes, the kinda reckless guy who still holds the door open for girls and always saves the day. Your standard doesn't exisit Sam...sorry, but if you keep waiting for that then you'll be alone forever." Stacy explained casually, just because she sounded like a ditz didn't mean she was one.
Sam pondered for a moment. No, although Stacy was almost always right she wasn't this time there was a man out there for her, she just let him go. Sam's eye caught the blue color of the loveseat, it clashed with all her other decorations but she always fondly loved this color, that lovely ice blue that wasn't as cold as the name made it out to be. A name caught on her tounge.
"Yeah, well I've got to go, I've got to call someone, talk to you later."
"Yeah bye Sam."
Sam hung up her cell phone than got her house phone from the kitchen, she returned to the couch and reached into the end table and fished out a purple photoalbum. She skipped to the last page and grabbed a slip of paper and read the number. Sucking in a deep breath she punched in the number carefully.
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Danny groaned at the ringing of his phone. He turned over and threw a pillow at it, but that didn't stop the infernal ringing so he picked it up.
"Hello?" He asked boredly, hoping that he wasn't going to be fired, again.
"Danny?" His eyes went wide at the soft female voice on the other line.
"Yes..." He answered.
"It's Sam," Her voice relaxed and he imagined those amethyest eyes sparkling on the other line. "Gosh it's really good to hear your voice again..."
"Same here." He said with a soft laugh.
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Wow that came from nowhere. But it was cute huh?
