Ok, I took a break from FF sorta' so all of my writing has been abused . Okay, so the rock concert I went to was fun and doesn't really belong in the excuses column (prison where they make you learn stuff you already know and hate, family, parties-oh wait, that doesn't belong either-heh heh...), but yea... Anywho, I'll finish this up at the bottom.
Part Three
Since it was near impossible to resume making-out after Jack's little burst in, Danny returned first to the living room, and then a few minutes later Sam did too. Tucker eventually got restless, and the trio decided to go out and do something.
The rest of the day was uneventful until the afternoon. Tucker and Sam were going to see a movie so Danny had some alone time for a certain phone call he had to make. He sat on his bed and held his breath as he dialed in her number on his cell phone. Even though all he got was the normal ring on his side, he could almost hear the goofy little ring she had set to his number-it came from a video game, of course. He sighed and began counting the rings outloud.
"One-Come on, pick up... Two-PleasepickuppleasepleaseIamnotleavingamessage... Three-Crapyournotgonnapickupareyounocra-"
"Hello?" Valerie's voice filled the line in a questioning tone while Danny was in the middle of saying 'crap'.
"-p." Danny finished his word.
"Danny? Are you there?-" Valerie sounded a little impatient.
"We need to talk" was said in unison by both of them. "I know, you can go first." again, in unison. They both laughed at how they were speaking at the same time, but both of them dreaded what was to come.
"I guess I'll go first," Danny said, swallowing hard. "I think we should break-up, you know, start seeing other people. It's been great with you and I really care for you and all, but there's something missing..." He sighed.
"I know, that's exactly what I was going to say... Wow, kinda' creepy isn't it? I guess that's it then? It's over?" Valerie said with a tiny bit of sadness that dug it's heels hard into Danny as he couldn't help but feel guilty. Little did he know Valerie felt the exact same thing.
"Yeah, I guess... " Danny said. He felt almost hollow inside.
"Yeah..." Valerie answered.
"So what do we say?" Danny began to try to lighten the mood. "Do we say you broke up with me, and make me look like a sissy, or can we say I broke up with you?"
"Da-nny! Please!" She said while laughing.
"So see you around?" He asked, tone much lighter.
"Yeah, you'll see me around, pansy boy!" She said with goofy gusto.
"Hey!"
"Bye now!"
"Aww come on! No fair!" A beep cut in, telling him it was over and he better think of something to say next time he saw her so he didn't stay 'pansy boy' forever. And that was it. It was over, no hard feelings, no broken hearts... If only everything were that easy...
Danny met back up with Sam and Tucker and they fiddled around for the rest of the evening at Sam's watching movies and scouting on patrol until Tucker and Danny had to go home. Danny fell heavily into to bed after quickly stripping down to his boxers and then he cut out the light. He was soon fast asleep.
He was having that dream again. He knew it was a dream, but at the same time it felt so real. He was reliving that night at the Circus Gothica when he was 14 again, but with weird twists and inconsistancies. No longer was Tucker on the roof with the ghost goons and Freakshow. All of them were gone, it was just he and Sam. It was like someone had cut all of them out of the picture, but Sam was still reacting to them. He watched Sam fall as he saw through hazy eyes. No! He dove after her as he watched her near the ground. He began putting on speed, tapping into power he hadn't had when he was 14. This was where things got completely different from that night.
Instead of catching her when he got to the point where Sam was about 5 feet from the ground, suddenly she had large black wings and she pulled up on her own, right into his arms. She looked like a fallen angel to him.
He had stolen one of Jazz's dream analysis books once, and apparantly Sam looked like that because in his mind she was perfect and the wings were black instead of white because it fit into her personality.
And here came the point where he would wake up, in ghost mode, floating in Sam's room, like he always did after this dream. The first night it scared him horribly. What if someone had seen him? Or more importantly, what if Sam woke up before he did? How would he explain that? The had never happened, however, and he became used to it.
He popped awake, floating about a foot off her floor. He righted himself, still floating, and looked at Sam's sleeping form. He didn't know what to call that dream, it started off as a nightmare, but it always ended well. He never particualrly enjoyed it, well that is, until he awoke. Then he enjoyed it immensely, just because he got to occupy the same room as Sam did for just a little bit longer than usual. He was very tempted to wake her. He wanted to take her flying. That was the one thing he wished he could give her above all else-the ability to fly. It was like free-falling without being afraid of the ground, like swimming without the effort or the pressure of the water. Even those things didn't even give it justice. It was like nothing else in this universe.
She rolled over in her sleep and shoved the pillow off of the bed. Danny bent over and gently returned the pillow to it's place beneath her head. He didn't anticipate Sam to grab his arm and pull him into bed with her, however. Surprisingly, she appeared to still be asleep.
"Tried to sneak up on me, huh?" Sam said, still feigning sleep.
Or not...
"But, n-no, well, y-yeah, but it was an accident!" He didn't want her to think anything weird about him-like she would.
"Yeah yeah, sure..." She cuddled up to him, putting her head on his chest. 'So much for sleeping' he thought. He was in ghost mode and there was no way he was switching back based on their current positions. Maybe he could just look at her all night. That wasn't too creepy, right? He snuggled down more with her and Sam shut her eyes and sighed.
Danny's luminescence cast a slight glow on Sam and he couldn't help but look at her. "You're staring at me aren't you? I can tell." She opened her eyes and, without moving her head, looked up at him. She shivered a little. Suddenly it clicked with her that he was in ghost form and couldn't sleep. "You're not gonna change back?"
"Nope"
"Please?"
"Nope"
"Why not?"
"'Cause"
"Beacuse why?"
"Not wearing anything but boxers."
"Why? Wait, I don't even want to know... So?"
"It's embarassing"
"It's just like swim trunks"
"Never thought of that... Still, nope"
"Fine, whatever." Sam finally sighed grudgingly, giving up. "Not sleep I'm missing."
"I already had an hour or two, I'm good for tomorrow atleast." He said, giving himself an excuse.
"You better hope a ghost doesn't rob you of sleep tomorrow night." Sam pointed out. Danny just stuck his tongue out at her. Sam settled back down on Dann'y chest and promptly fell asleep. Danny admired Sam for a bit, then was bored for a bit, admired her again, and then suddenly it was 6 AM, black hair was hanging in his face, he was just in boxers, and Sam was pretty much curled up on his chest. He slipped out from underneath of her and stuck a ton of her pillows in his spot (Thank you intangibility!). Hopefully she wouldn't miss the warmth because for most of the night he had been freezing cold to the touch anyway.
He felt bad about just leaving so he grabbed some notebook paper from her bookbag where it had been abandoned in the corner ever since graduation. He rifled through it for something to write with, and settled with a stub of a pencil. He quickly scrawled out a note:
"Gotta go, sorry, didn't wanna wake you up. I'll see you later today and might possibly explain last night. Hope you're not mad about this!
Danny
P.S. I love you forever and today"
He changed into ghost mode (bare boxers are cold! and who's gonna' walk across town in nothing but boxers?), set the note on her night stand, and rocketed towards his house, changing back and throwing the covers over his head just in time for the red-head nusiance who was his sister to open the door.
"I'm back from my summer research trip!" It hadn't really been a research thing: more like a vacation for super-smart college kids to London. "And don't try and fake that you're asleep, I watched you rocket in here. So who was it? Skulker? Technus? The Box Ghost? or Valerie?"
Danny grunted in reply and slowly sat up, a scowl on his face.
"Ooo, a girl, but not Valerie... So you finally hooked up with Sam. Tuck owes me money."
Danny was at a loss for words and so he picked some very apropiate ones from his shrinking from embarassment vocabulary, consisting of "OUT! OUT OUT OUT! NOW!"
Jazz simply stuck her tongue out at him. You would think at almost 20 she'd be a bit old to do that (or have her own place besides a dorm room, as Danny often complained), but alas, when dealing with her sibling, she let all of her inner child out to play.
I know, I know, phone break-up. I'm lame, okay? I just couldn't coordinate it in person, it was always ÜBER-AWKWARD! Oh, and when Danny is at Sam's, I'm using the theory that he doesn't need things in ghost form, ie: can't sleep, doesn't get hungry, thirsty, ect. My cousin went on the type of trip I sent Jazz on, so I know they exist. I like to cut off with funny endings when I can, so I did. Not so much 'actual' romancing, but I thought I put alot of really sweet stuff in here.
Who can guess where "P.S. I love you forever and today" came from? Person with most right answer gets something, it may be a sneak peek, a virtual cookie, ect. I don't know yet...
Alright, I have no defense for lack of updates, I know. I'm actually pretending to be sick to get this out (-big grin-) I'm sneaky! And I was going to have gym this morning... 2 miles in 20 minutes really isn't my favorite activity...