Rimple: (n.) To wrinkle.

Characters: Sam, Danny

Genre: Friendship/Romance

Rating: K+

Pairing: D/S

Summary: "So..." he started. "Do you usually hide in closets during these parties?"


Sort footsteps could be heard echoing down the long hallway, leaving the large crowd of chatting and laughing adults behind.

The boy stopped at the end of the hall, near a staircase and called out, "Sam. Sam, are you there?"

A door beside the stairs suddenly opened and a hand tightly gripped the tie around his neck, pulling him into the dark closet without a sound.

The door shut and a light hanging from the ceiling was clicked on as he squinted, taking in his surroundings. The girl he was looking for stood beside him, wearing a violet and black dress, hair twisted in an up-do and kitten heels on her feet.

There was a relieved look on her features as she faced him, slowly releasing his tie.

"Danny, thank god it was you. I was positive it was one of my parents looking for me after my escape."

He smiled in amusement.

"Why do you even stay at these parties your parents hold, if all you want to do is leave?" Danny asked, trying to readjust his tie and white dress shirt.

She grimaced, snorting.

"Are you kidding? As if I stay at these things voluntarily. My mother usually makes me stay so I can talk to their so called 'friends' and socialize with the elite. The only reason I did today was because she said you could come, thankfully."

Crossing her arms, Sam watched as Danny tried, but failed, to fix his tie. Rolling her eyes she stepped closer and started to fix it herself, a barely noticeable blush spreading on her face.

He smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"So. Do you usually hide out in closets at the back of your house?"

It was her turn to look abashed.

"Okay, in my defence, these parties my parents hold are a total snore. Plus some guy was trying to hit on me, but ended up acting more obnoxious then Vlad."

She shivered for good measure.

"That bad?"

"I'd rather be wearing a pink ballgown with little bows attached everywhere then spend ten minutes with those people."

His eyebrows rose.

"Well I'm always here for moral support."

Sam smiled, placing his tie in the right position. She then ironed out the wrinkles in his shirt with her hands, slowly caressing the cotton material.

"Thanks Danny. Sorry for ditching you, I just had to take a few minutes to breath."

He gently grasped one of her hands, pulling it away from the continuous stroking motion and stared into her eyes. She tilted her head to the side.

"No problem. I think I'd do the same thing if I was in your situation and had to deal with those people."

Sam nodded, grinning appreciatively up at him. Biting a lip, she stepped forward once more and leaned her head against his shoulder, taking a deep breath. Danny blushed before wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

They stood like that for quite a while, when he heavily sighed.

"Do you suppose we should venture back out into the crowd?"

He could feel her breath against his shirt as she spoke. Taking a hold of his free arm, Sam checked his watch.

"Nah. I'd say we got seven minutes left till they realize we're gone. Plus I'm more comfortable in here with you anyway."

Danny craned his head to look down, as she tried to hold in a yawn, her eyes starting to droop. He pulled her arms arms around her neck, trying to shift her into a more comfortable position.

She smiled into his shoulder.

Looks like I'll be fixing his shirt again...


A/N: Finally got to updating this chapter. The internet was acting rather screwy today :/