Psithurism: (n.) A low whistling or whisper; rustling of leaves.
Characters: Sam, Danny
Genre: Pure fluff :D
Rating: K
Pairing: Danny/Sam
Summary: Sam keeps hearing strange voices...
'Today had been strange. Not a ghost kind of strange, but more weird. Am I going crazy?'
Sam was laying halfway across her bed, legs hanging over the side and head lazily lolled to the side. Contemplating the events of the day.
All morning she had been hearing a low whisper, a male voice murmuring sweet comments towards her. Not that the sentiment wasn't nice, but it was eerie.
Coincidentally, Danny hadn't been at school today, texting her that he was home sick. He would have been the main suspect, but he had sounded like the talking dead on the phone when she had called him at lunch. People had been giving her strange looks whenever she heard the mysterious voice and turned around muttering 'what?' irritated.
She thought she was going crazy, maybe all this time being around and capturing supernatural ghosts was going to her head. It could be a possibility, but she doubted (hoped) it wasn't.
Tucker had raised an eyebrow and mildly grinned when she had told him. Wisely deciding not to comment on her sanity would be better than getting kicked in the shin.
Groaning, Sam rolled onto her stomach and kicked her legs up in the process.
It could have been a ghost that was tormenting her, considering she did hang out with the 'ghost-boy'. Maybe one of the ghosts recognized who she was and started whispering creepily in her ear. The air around her did seem a little colder whenever she heard the voice...
Shaking her head, Sam sighed. Maybe the voice was gone, she hadn't heard it since she got home, in the solace of her room. Closing her eyes, Sam laid her chin against the plush, black comforter and ignored the thoughts. Whatever or whoever, that had been following her around all day was finally gone.
"I'm finally alone..."
But her soft muttering into the blanket, though stated to no one in particular, was answered.
"Not exactly."
Sam's eyes flew open and she jumped up, startled.
A pair of lime orbs stared into hers.
"Danny?" She asked, confused.
"Hey Sammy," he said with enthusiasm and glee, "Have a nice day?"
A/N: Blahh...I didn't really like this one, too short. Oh, this may be my last update for a while, exams are coming up and I'm starting to get a little anxious. Gotta study!
Until next time :D
P.S. Okay, I've decided to make these all Danny/Sam and post the others I have, not pertaining to the couple, in a different story. For this collection I'm trying to aim for fifteen-twenty chapters, only fifteen more left to go!