Happy Birthday Kas!
Every pairing needs a Prom drabble, I figured it was time Iambic Prose had theirs.
May I Have This Dance...?
:: (Established Iambic Prose)
"Remind me why I agreed to come to this?" Danny asked irritably, one of his eyes starting to twitch as he heard more shrieking laughter coming from the dance floor. He was all for fun and hanging out during normal human activities but really, Prom? This was torture for something he did wrong in a ghost fight, he could just feel it.
"Dude, come on, you're acting more depressing than Sam," Tucker complained, gesturing to where Sam was snickering while spiking the punch before giving a cup to Paulina in a gesture of good will. "At least she's trying to have a good time." Danny only gave him a glare, slowly flipping him off. "Can't you at least do something Prom-ish?"
"No," the half-ghost teen replied flatly, readjusting his seat on the top of the table he was sitting on. Mr. Lancer and the other chaperones had yet to shoo him so he was content to stay seated where he was. "I'm silently protesting the horror and torture that is High School Proms."
"You read that 'Cindy Ella' book again, didn't you?" Tucker asked, grinning at Danny's sudden blush. "I know you like reading even more now what with your author boyfriend but really? Trashy romance teen novels?"
"It was a good book about the expectations society places on young teenagers!" Danny argued, Tucker only shaking his head and giving his friend a sad look. "Oh shut up, go do something Prom-ish if you're so hung up on it."
"I am. I'm trying to convert one of my friends into seeing that Prom isn't all that bad." Danny gestured dramatically to Sam, who was cackling as she took over the DJ booth and started blasting Daft Punk. "I've given up hope on Sam. You're a sappy romantic at heart though, I have hope for you yet."
"If you still have hope then you should go drown in Sam's spiked punch," Danny grumbled, frowning as one of the teachers finally spotted him sitting on the table instead of at it. "Although you could start convincing me by saving me from a teacher's wrath."
"I'm on it buddy," Tucker patted his friend's back before pulling out his PDA, taking a seat next to him on the table and scrolling through a playlist of songs. In seconds Gangam Style was blasting over the school speakers, every teen on the dance floor executing the dance flawlessly. "It's slightly terrifying how they're all in tune."
"For some reason when I see them dance to this it reminds me of a cult," Danny commented, watching as Sam managed to escape the teachers who were chasing her, reappearing beside them. "How's Prom Destruction coming along?"
"So far I've spiked the punch, laced the food, and taken over the DJ stand. All that's left is to destroy the disco ball," Sam panted, catching her breath after running around the gym all night in heels. Danny was slightly impressed. He knew he wouldn't have managed that much running tonight, and he was only in a suit. "Speaking of Prom Destruction your suit makes you look like you just emerged from a drunk bar fight."
"Not far off," Danny snickered, pushing his sleeves up again and taking in his unbuttoned jacket, loose tie, and the fact one of his shirt tails was sticking out. "Got into a scrape with Skulker on the way over- You know, if you really want to destroy this place we could release him. I have the Fenton Thermos stashed in my locker."
"Can't you two at least try to enjoy tonight?" Tucker whined, his two friends only staring at him. "Pretty please? For your tech geek friend who has no hope of getting a girl any other night of the year?"
"And you think you'll get a date tonight?" Sam snorted, Danny only shaking his head in amusement. "On Prom? Really?"
"The shattering of the illusion of grandiose, Sam," Tucker explained, looking serious. "They'll be massive dumpings tonight, and the girls will still want the final magical dance with the guy of their dreams, even if they have to throw out all of their morals and usual standards. It's the best night."
"I hate to say it...but he's starting to make sense," Danny muttered, Sam looking as equally terrified. "Should we lock him in a classroom?"
"Yeah, sure, why not," Tucker spoke, voice laced with sarcasm, "While you're at it why not put a learning helmet on me and leave me tied up for twelve hours."
"Oh you're just never gonna let that one go!" Danny half-shouted back, blinking as the music suddenly changed. All three looked to where one of the teachers had taken over the DJ booth and was now playing a song from the Swan Lake. Sharing a look Sam reached over and took Tucker's PDA, scrolling through the songs. Seeing her pause on one Danny slowly grinned. "You wouldn't."
"You still doubt me?" Sam asked in a mock hurt voice, Turn Down For What suddenly blasting over the speakers and scaring every adult in the room. "You should never do that."
"Yes, almighty Prom Destroyer," Danny made a mocking half-bow from where he was seated, Tucker choking on a snort. "Tell me Your Highness, how long until your campaign reaches end? The night wears thin and daybreak approaches."
"You've been re-reading Lord of the Rings, haven't you?" Sam asked, Danny only flashing a smile. "Right, well, all that's really left, besides death of that disco ball, is to dump a couple gallons of water on the rest of the prom goers. Danny and Tucker both started laughing at that.
"Sam, I know you're good, but not even you can pull that off." Sam only smiled, jumping down from the table and brushing her black and purple dress off, small chuckle escaping her.
"We'll see." As the two watched her walk away they shared a look.
"I feel like we've signed our souls over to the devil," Tucker idly commented, Danny giving a shrug in response. "She's already made you half-ghost, it's only a matter of time until she makes me one of her undead minions."
"You as a zombie would be pretty hilarious you have to admit," Danny pointed out, Tucker giving him a flat look. "No, no, just think about it. Just...I don't know, I find the idea funny."
"Yippie- Jessica was just dumped on the dance floor!" Tucker suddenly shouted, Danny wincing as the scream was right in his ear. "This is my chance! Wish me luck, buddy!" In a flash Tucker was off, Danny only shaking his head and hoping his friend knew the night would end with him getting slapped.
Listening through three more songs, with no sign of his friends besides the occasional glimpse, he sighed, looking at his watch. Wondering how much longer he would be forced to suffer he blinked at hearing the notes to a slow song slowly start playing. Feeling a flash of pain he shook it off, shaking his head.
"Prom is stupid and pointless." If he was forced into admission it had to do with the fact that he couldn't dance with his boyfriend because, well, he was a ghost. He wouldn't even mind all of the threats and teasing he would get about being gay or bi or whatever. He would have gladly dealt with it if it meant getting to dance with Andrew at his school dance but... "I hate this."
"Strange, you're usually rather tolerant of events your school puts you through." Darting up at the familiar voice Danny looked around, eyes widening when he saw a human Andrew standing in front of him. A teenage human Andrew. Seeing he was getting no response Andrew only smiled, "My arrival is that surprising?"
"Wha- How- Who-"
"I received an emergency text that you were close to releasing Skulker on innocent prom-goers," Andrew explained, showing his phone before slipping it into a hidden pocket. It was then Danny noticed the other was wearing a black suit with purple accents and, wow, Andrew looked good in a suit.
Wrapped up in admiring his mate he didn't even notice when he was pulled to his feet, Andrew carefully tucking his shirt back in, fixing the sleeves, and buttoning up his jacket. "I thought you said you weren't attending Prom?"
"Oh- Uh, Sam forced me into coming," Danny explained, slightly blushing as Andrew gently and carefully re-did his tie for him. "Something about me being either an accomplice or a scape-goat. I was too busy trying to escape to pay any attention." Andrew chuckled at that, finishing the tie. "You actually came. In a disguise. And a suit."
"The illusion won't fool any ghost sensors but I calculated the risk to be worth it," Andrew smiled, taking a step back and making Danny almost step forward in order to follow him. It took a few seconds for Danny to wrap his mind around the words.
"Uh, 'it'?" Andrew only smiled, looking amused as if Danny hadn't quite caught on to the joke he was telling him. "I've missed something here. Can we just- Rewind? Because something has been missed- I blame your suit. It's distracting."
"Well, I could always take it off." Seeing his mate's blank expression Andrew chuckled softly, Danny finally coming back to his senses.
"Wow- No- That- That would be even more distracting- What were we talking about? Before the part of you offering yourself up to me?" At Andrew's look Danny only shrugged. "I used context clues. You should be proud, that was my English Lesson a few weeks ago."
Hearing another slow song start Danny blinked, suddenly realizing that not only was his boyfriend at Prom with him but he was at Prom in a way where he would be able to dance with him and not get shot at by ecto-guns. The only problem was that he was a shy mess in situations such as these. Luckily though his mate was only a step away from being a mind-reader.
"May I have this dance?"
"Hell fucking yes," Danny grinned, Andrew laughing as his hand was taken and he was dragged out onto the dance floor. In seconds they were wrapped around each other and dancing to the music, Danny remembering the few dances Andrew had showed him in the privacy of the library.
"You've been practicing," Andrew approved, twirling Danny and bringing him back to see a bright red blush that had him laughing. "Having fun?"
"Now that you're here? Definitely." Passing by Tucker, who was dancing with his own date, he shared a grin with the teen. "Guess you were right about Prom not being all bad."
"I'm always right!" Tucker laughed, twirling off with his date in a whirlwind of laughter that had the girl struggling to keep up in her heels. Danny felt almost bad for her but judging by the grin he saw she was at least having fun.
"So my Prom hasn't exactly been perfect, as you've noticed, but it's certainly improved now that you're here." Seeing Andrew's gentle look he smiled, "Know what would make it perfect?"
"What would that be, mon cher?"
"Slow dance kiss," Danny smirked, Andrew chuckling and leaning down. Before their lips even touched they and the rest of the students dancing all stopped as they felt the floor rumbling. In what felt like seconds they were suddenly falling into a pool, the floor sliding away underneath him like in a scene from a movie.
As the shocked students swam to the surface of the water they all saw Sam swinging from the disco ball, cackling like the evil queen she was. The gym was silent for a few seconds before another student's laughter joined her. The others looked to Danny Fenton, who was clinging to a equally wet teenager that they had never seen and looking like a wet cat, laughing at the top of his lungs and looking happier than he had in weeks.
It was only a few more moments before another few teens started giggling or laughing, the whole gymnasium soon following suit. The teens who had managed to avoid the pool were now throwing tables, chairs, and anything that might float into the pool before throwing themselves in after. Danny started laughing even harder when he saw Tucker floating by on a table with his date doubled over in laughter, fists in the air.
"POOL PARTY!"
Just like that the music was blaring over the speakers again, Sam doing a cannonball from the disco ball into the pool, the ball falling down with her. Other students soon had the same idea, piling chairs and tables together and using them as diving boards, the teachers giving up all hope as they sat on the sidelines, shaking their heads, or in the case of a few of them diving in along with the students.
"So, having fun?" Andrew asked over the noise, clinging to the edge of the pool as Danny swam around him absently, still laughing as water fights and games of chicken started up.
"This is the best Prom ever," Danny grinned, swimming over to Andrew and pulling him into an amused and happy kiss. It was nothing like the romantic and passionate kiss he had imagined sharing with his boyfriend during an electricity-filled slow dance. No, this kiss was happy and joyful, filled with laughter and amusement and an utter sense of contentment at where he was.
It was perfect.
Cindy Ella? That's a real book, and it's fabulous. It's also from the same author who wrote Geek Charming- Now I never saw the movie for that but from trailers alone I can tell you that yes, the book is better. Also this was a shameless piece of fluff, buy hey, it's a Prom Piece.
It's supposed to be sappy as hell.