Efficacious: (adj.) Successful in creating a desired effect.
Characters: Danny, Sam
Genre: Romance/Friendship
Rating: K+
Paring: D/S
Summary: Sam stared at the drawing, lightly caressing it's surface. She never knew he could draw so well.
To anyone watching the young boy, they would notice the amount of concentration on his face. He sat on the ground leaning against a giant oak tree, furiously scribbling in a sketchbook, tongue stuck out to the side.
He lifted the graphite pencil from the paper for a moment, running a hand through his black hair and bit the end of the eraser, criticizing his own work. He sighed a moment later, eyes flickering to the picture taped next to his drawing on the sketchpad, before taking the eraser and lightly wiped out a strand of hair.
Danny shifted the book and glanced back at his picture, studying it once more, prior to delicately stroking the pencil along the paper, creating a now, realistic piece of hair. He nimbly shaded the piece, giving it more depth and smiled, satisfied at his work.
His drawing was finally done. After working on it for almost two months he was finally done. Biting a lip, Danny gazed down at his sketch, tilting his head to the side. Hoping to the heavens that she was going to like it.
Quickly gathering his book bag, he safely tucked the sketchbook into it and jumped up from the grass, taking a moment to stretch before checking the park for any people. Seeing no one, Danny instantly turned invisible and took to the sky's, flying back home. Wide grin on his features.
Two days later, a young Sam Manson got a curious letter.
It was a large manilla folder, unsigned, only her name and address on the front. With a raised eyebrow, she flipped open the flap and found a letter. Her eyes widened at the delicate calligraphy writing. It read:
'I hope you like it. Enjoy.' -DF
Sam smiled.
Danny sent this.
Looking down the hall and towards the kitchen, she sneaked her way up the stairs and resided to her room, not wanting her parents to see whatever he had sent.
Climbing onto her plush bed, she leaned up against the backboard, sitting cross legged. Sam took a deep breath and reached into the folder with a shaky hand.
The paper contained within took her breath away.
She stared at the drawing, lightly caressing its surface. She never knew he could draw so well. It was a sketch of her sitting on his bedroom floor, her mouth wide in laughter, eyes bright in happiness and hands clutched at her sides.
Sam wondered how Danny had drew this. The crisp lines, delicate shading that made her look so joyful. Did he honestly see her like this?
She shook her head as an overwhelming feeling of affection ran through her body towards her best friend. Taking another look at the drawing, she narrowed her eyes and tried to read something that was written along the edge of the sketch.
Seconds later the paper fell from her pale hands and floated slowly to the floor.
Jumping off the bed, almost falling to the floor in the process, Sam slowly snatched up the drawing. A smug grin forming on her purple painted lips. On the boarder of the page he had mysteriously wrote, 'Sam Fenton', in fancy writing.
She raised an eyebrow.
Danny never was one for being subtle. But his drawing sure painted a clear picture in her mind. Eliciting a brief chuckle, Sam carefully placed the drawing on the inside of one of her books, keeping it in a safe place so she could have time to buy a picture frame.
Meanwhile, she thought it would be a great time to visit Danny and ask exactly what effect he was going for when writing, Sam Fenton.
A/N: It's a little short, but I actually really liked writing this chapter. Please leave any comments, until next time! :D