I Live for the Sound
A Collection of One-Shot Song Fictions
Kiss From a Rose-
"I can't wait."
"Six o' clock then. I'll pick you up and we'll go out and eat at the La Riviera and some dancing too, so be prepared."
And now she was standing in her room and staring into the full-length mirror. She wore a shimmering, violet gown that matched her eyes, swirling out at her knees. It was a halter-top that tied together and was cut low in the back so it rested at her waist. There was a shimmering design over the violet material, of roses, made in a lighter violet. There were also matching sandals. A teardrop set of earrings and a necklace completed the outfit. With her hair pulled back so that a few choice strands framed her face, she was good to go.
She went to head downstairs, but thought better and quickly ran back to the mirror. She admired herself once more. She twirled to see that she didn't give anyone a show. Once more she checked her hair to make sure that it wouldn't fall out. No, it stayed in place, and it should have with the whole can of hairspray that was used. All she had to do was stay away from any open flames. Other then that, she did look and feel ready. Now, if she could go through the whole night without any problems, she'd be oh so happy. From the looks of it, it was to be a very promising night indeed. At least, that's what she was hoping for. This one date would be the first of many if she could get it to go right. And damn it, she was going to get it right if it killed her!
The doorbell rang.
She grabbed her purse and ran down the stairs, skipping several steps at a time. She jumped and landed perfectly on the floor. There was a clapping sound and she looked up to see Danny standing in the doorway, probably one of the most beautiful young men that she knew. He wore a tasteful, black, leather trench coat. He had an old-fashioned suit that was used for swing dancing: high black pants, a white shirt, a long black tie, a matching black jacket, and a silver chain coming from the coat pocket that held an old watch. He was gorgeous, and the snow on his fluffy, jet-black hair made him look the ever-innocent cutie.
She blushed.
He grabbed her hand and spun her around in a circle, taking in her outfit and everything else with it. He gave a low whistle, grinning when she faced him again. A small, crimson color stained his cheeks. "You look…wow…Sam." He gave a little laugh. "I'm not going to be able to let you out of my sight tonight. If I do, every guy will be crawling all over you."
"That's what I wanted to happen." The look on Danny's face made her laugh. "Don't worry," she said as she grabbed her coat out of the closet, "I wouldn't want to go with any guys anyways. Why would I do that when I have something like you? Tonight is just to have fun; no ghosts or Paulina look-a-likes. What do you say?"
He offered his arm out to her. She took it and he opened the door. The snow fell down from the sky in large, slow-falling flakes. A thin blanket covered everything and it was as if the street was its own little world, an enchanted land maybe even. Whatever it was, it was like dream come true. They stepped out. His blue Honda sat out front, idling, a plume of dirty gray smoke rising high and into the night sky. He ran out ahead of her and opened the car door for her. She sat down and he closed it as soon as she was comfortable. He came around the other side and as soon as he closed his door, the car was put into drive, the tires were spinning, and they were off, into the main part of the city with its tall, tall towers.
There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea.
You became the light on the dark side of me.
Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill.
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and
The light that you shine can be seen.
Outside of the La Riviera was when he stopped the car. A valet parker took the Honda away and they found themselves on a carpet that led to a large pair of doors. Danny handed the bouncer standing at the door a card. The burly man looked at it, at Sam and Danny, then at the card again before letting them in. But as soon as they entered the building, it was easy to see why there was a guard at the door. The place was definitely swinging! It was roomy, bright, and there was a live band that was currently in the midst of a song. Couples were going crazy, dancing in the style of the Swing Kids that had been famous during the World War II era.
"If you'll follow me right this way…" The hostess held up two menus. They walked past the live band. They walked past all the couples. They found themselves at a quaint table for two with floating candles in a bowl that were shaped as roses. Danny held out the chair for her as the hostess placed the two menus on the table. "Your waiter will be with you in just a few moments."
The music was great and they spent their time with talking about the little things: homework, what girl Tucker was trying to nab, what ghost had been kicked back to where it belonged, the usual. The waiter came by and they ordered their food. Danny was having a simple lemon-pepper chicken while Sam had a garden salad with breadsticks. They were served sparkling juice in champagne glasses. The evening was going by splendidly and the end of the meal came by too quickly.
"Gosh Sam, you look amazing tonight." Out of nowhere, he had a rose in his hand, a red so dark that the tips of the petals were black. She gently took it, hesitantly though. After all, he had never acted this way before. Why was he doing this now? He got up and held out his hand to her. "Want to dance?"
She placed the rose down on the table and took his offering. "I'd love to." He led her out to a song that had slowed down. All the couples were embracing and going round and round in a pattern that seemed as if it would never end. They joined it. The song carried them along, as if they were floating on a cloud. "Danny? What's up with you tonight?"
He looked down into her amethyst eyes, a sexy sly grin on his face. "Whatever do you mean?"
"Come on Danny." She gave him the look that she wasn't kidding. His grin disappeared. "You're really…sweet. I know you are, but not this…amazing. What's your game?"
His eyes were half closed. His sapphire eyes were so stunning that she couldn't help but be entranced by them. He leaned closer to her, lips nearing hers. "Maybe all I want is something special." She was caught. He could do anything to her and as long as they were doing this dance and as long as she was staring into his eyes, he could do anything to her. So, what was taking him so long? "I wonder how come it took me this long to get the courage to ask you out. Kind of surprising that I'm such a chicken, huh?"
"Not really," she whispered. "But you should just shut up and kiss me."
"Okay."
Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
Ooh,
The more I get of you,
Stranger it feels, yeah.
And now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the grey.
His lips captured hers. The only way to describe it was like an explosion of fireworks. She felt him, so strong and warm. He had the sensation that he was getting kissed from a rose. Yes, there was no other way to describe it. She was silky soft, just like rose petals. He was lost in it all. Oh God, it was amazing. He was losing himself in her lips, her everything that there was to her. It was her scent, her skin, her hair, which wasn't as soft as he thought it was, but that was okay. He had the girl of his dreams. He tried to tell her all of this with his one little kiss, but it wasn't enough.
There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain,
My power, my pleasure, my pain, baby
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny.
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?
They felt like they were the only two in the world. When they broke away from that first, wonderful kiss, they quit their dancing. She took him off the dance floor. They went back to their table and sat down, scooting their chairs together. They stared into each other's eyes. Nothing else mattered to them. It was amazing that such a thing could happen with just one date. One date! What would happen to their relationship? Would their bond deepen, or was this lust? If it was indeed lust, what would they do when that fire was put out? Would they just break up? If they did break up, would they be able to stay friends? How would it all affect Tucker? How would it affect everything?
When they kissed once more, they realized that it was okay. It was love, not lust, and they'd never break up, at least not anytime soon. And Tucker…he didn't care. As long as everyone was happy, he was happy. Everything else didn't matter. When it came to Danny, Sam threw all of her rational thinking out the window. When it was the other way around, Danny didn't care about anyone else: ghosts, fame, other people's feelings…they were merely an annoyance. Nothing compared to the love they felt for one another.
"Damn," he murmured. "I can't ever get my mind off of you…just like an addiction."
"There's nothing wrong with that. Nothing at all." She ran her fingers through his hair, smiling. "As long as I get to be your drug, I don't mind."
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
Ooh, the more I get of you
Stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the grey,
They left the La Riviera early that night. Along the road they walked, enjoying the slow-falling, fat snowflakes. They held hands. They laughed. They smiled and talked and enjoyed life. In the shadows, away from the street lamps, they'd go slightly off the path and steal kisses. They had the whole place to themselves. No one wanted to be out on a cold night, no one but those two.
"Such a perfect night," she whispered. "And you know what else?"
"What?"
"I think a bit of snow in your face would be great!" She was down and scooping up snow into his face before he could duck, or even protest for that matter. "Gotcha!"
"Oh, now you're gonna get it!" She ran across the street. He took a moment to get a snowball ready and stalked his way onto the street. "That was a very naughty—"
"Danny!" she screamed.
I've been kissed by a rose on the grey,
I've been kissed by a rose
I've been kissed by a rose on the grey,
...And if I should fall along the way
I've been kissed by a rose
...been kissed by a rose on the grey.
The car came flying out of nowhere. For some strange reason, the lights of it hadn't been on. He never had a chance to react, never had a chance to become intangible and not get hurt. The car hit him and his body hit the windshield. Luckily, he fell off to the side and wasn't run over as the car stopped for just one moment, and then decided better and sped off into the night, its headlights now on.
"Oh my God! Danny!" She ran over to him. His chest rose and fell. Thank God. He was still breathing. He was still alive. "Danny…honey…can you hear me?"
His eyes fluttered open. He saw her and gave a weak smile. "That…really hurt." His face scrunched in pain as he sat up. There were no signs of blood or broken bones. He was lucky. The car had been going really slow, but still, it could have easily killed him. Someone was obviously watching him. "I can't believe that that happened." A few tears rolled down her cheek. "Aw, Sam." He brushed the little diamonds away from her face. "It wasn't that bad. I'm alive and…bruised."
"But you could have died!" she yelled angrily. "Danny that was a near death experience!"
"It was, but I'm still alive," he pointed out.
"And that's why I'm so mad!"
There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain
My power, my pleasure, my pain.
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny, yeah
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby.
"That's okay," he said softly. He cupped her face in his hands. "I've had worse and I know that this was scary. It's good to know you care about me so much." He gave a small laugh. "Oh Sam…please stop crying. I hate it when you do that."
"But I was so scared!" she wailed.
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
Ooh, the more I get of you
Stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grey.
A few fat flakes of pure, white powder hit them. They looked up to see gently swirling snow raining down on them. The world was slowly being blanketed by billions of little crystals. Danny held his palm out, catching a few snowflakes.
"I owe you a snowball," he said softly and patted the snow he had in his hand on her cheek. At first she just sat there, but then a smile came to her face and she started to laugh a little. "Much better."
He leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips, capturing those silky soft rose petals he had yearned for so long. He pulled away from her, hovering inches just in front of her face.
"Thank you, Danny, for everything." She held up the rose he had given her and traced it alongside his face until it rested below his jaw line. "You are so…special…I don't know what I'd do without you."
"And that's why I'm staying right here."
"With me…"
They lost themselves to the night.
Yes I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey
Ooh, the more I get of you
Stranger it feels, yeah
And now that your rose is in bloom
A light hits the gloom on the grey
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grey.
-Seal
Kiss From a Rose-End
Author's Notes: I told you updates would be few. I just threw this one together one day, so it doesn't make that much sense. In fact, it really is kind of stupid. Oh well. I wouldn't try to find any meaning in it, just be happy for the warm fuzzy feeling that it gives you inside. Reviews would be greatly appreciated and questions should be sent in the form of a PM. Thank you for your support and I hope that you keep reading! Ciao.
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own Danny Phantom or Seal. Since I am not doing this for a profit, I asked to not be sued for copyright infringement. Thank you.
-Sealeena