People Will Say That We're in Love
Chapter Two
Notes: Yay! I gots feedback. Thank you for feeding my ego. It has swelled to twice its size, but will deflate soon. Oh well. Without further ado...
The limousine had plush, black, leather covered seats. It had taken Danny seeming forever to save up the money for it, but in the end, it was worth smelling like Nasty Sauce and working part-time at the Nasty Burger. He said he was going to give Sam the night of a lifetime, and he meant it. Yes, and all because she was a loyal and caring friend, he convinced himself. And yet, her gaze was directed out the window. An uncomfortable silence took hold, and Danny began jerking impulsively at his collar again. If one of us doesn't say something soon, the unnerved boy thought, I'll spontaneously combust.
"Um...It's a beautiful night, isn't it?" Danny mentally kicked himself for using the lamest pickup line ever.
"Yeah. Nice and overcast." Sam rolled her eyes, and her date's face flushed in embarrassment.
"Uh, yeah. I love overcast days. I can sleep through all of my classes, and have an excuse."
Sam giggled, something which she does only once in a blue moon. Trouble is, that once wasn't due for weeks; she'd kept track. Still, that thought barely registered, as she was having too much fun.
"Mmh. You're no comedian, Danny," she said, when her laughter subsided.
"And a goth girl would have so much expertise about humor, of course." He retorted, punching her shoulder lightly.
"Such a gentleman! I be sure to inform my parents that about the physical abuse you've subjected me to!" The teenaged girl playfully slapped her friend, who continued their play of melodrama.
"Ah! She has stricken me, the fair lady! My heart has been ripped still-beating from my chest!" Danny declared, adopting a fake, thick accent while making a show of fainting, slumping into his seat. Sam couldn't hold back the torrent of laughter escaping her lips. That it was Danny spouting lines so cheesy as to shame the cheesiness of cheddar made the scene seem ever the more hilarious to Sam. The drive to the school was filled with lame jokes, jests of similar quality, and much incoherent babbling, but was the most entertaining ride she'd ever had, so much so that she felt a twinge of sadness at finally arriving at their destination. However, Sam couldn't imagine a better prelude to the dance, and, she thought, if it was any omen, the night would be unforgettable.
AN: Laughter is the ultimate aphrodisiac. Give me a humorous guy over tall, dark and mysterious any day; I, though a grave person, like to laugh, not brood. My own sense of humor is lacking, however, so bear with me. This is one of my weaker areas, and is weaker writing, I know, aside from the fact that I wrote it mainly due to a line in the song. And it's short. I'm not contented by it. But I tried my best. The remaining chapters will be longer, and hold more relevance to the story.