Author: too enigmatic 2 b urs PM
AU. Sam pondered about her feelings for Danny. A different kind of Danny Fenton. A popularly handsome jerk with a mystery that surrounds him. Written on impulse. DXSRated: Fiction K - English - Romance/Angst - Danny F. & Sam M. - Chapters: 3 - Words: 4,937 - Reviews: 17 - Favs: 10 - Follows: 14 - Updated: 01-08-10 - Published: 10-18-09 - id: 5450405
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Hi, I'm back in the writing zone again. I'm still on the verge of resurrecting my life on so sue me for the abscence and lack of updates. Anyway, here's another oneshot written on an impulse. I don't really know where this is going so any kind of reviews are accepted.
This is an AU. Danny and Sam were opposites on this fic.
I owned nothing but the plot bunny.
He was comfortably sitting on the middle of the room. Along with his air-pumped-up-brain pals. He looked like he was having a despisingly nasty great conversation with them. She could tell by that disgustingly plaster of look on their true-knowledge deprived faces. He whispered slyly to them, cupping both of his hands to his mouth with his eyes glistening with an unkown pervertedness. His meathead pals leaned in hard to hear it, their faces almost touching. Then they all let out the most annoying and intriguing guffaw.
She clenched her teeth in veiled anger and pure annoyance. Why do people choose to gossip about the malignant things around them than to simply just ignore it? Pathetic. She never understand why the hell guys loved to waste their time fonding off on anatomical parts that were supposed to be personal. But she liked him anyway. But He was one of them and she couldn't get him out of her own thick skull. He was a guy's guy. An asshole in every perspective you try to look at. But why? Why couldn't she stop herself from gazing intently at him? Why couldn't she prevent herself from stealing simple glances every now and then?
She sighed as she shut her purple eyes, as if attempting to shove away all those unwanted thoughts and insane habits. This was getting more and more sick every damned second she spared him a glance. She reopened her eyes and focused on him again. Great. So now, eyes opened or not she'd be seeing him. And imagining --
Damn. Life really was in the mood to freeze her mind at the most possible chilling temperature then dip it in some one hundred degree celsius boiling water. Life is ironic. She remembered the infamous quote. Very ironic indeed.
His addicting ice cold blue eyes were there. Staring intently at hers. This couldn't be happening again. The bizarre staring session couldn't be occuring again. ---Although it was.
It was sort of a game they both played. Though none of them actaully planned it. It was just kind of a usual caught of the eye moment that turned into a habit, worse a contest. She would gaze at him then he would catch her doing it so he would stare at her also. Then they would just stood there locking eyes on each other without any emotion on their faces. They had done it more than five times these past few months. And they were still continuing to do it. And it just happened to take place again. Right now.
Ice blue connecting straight to amethyst. She tried to penetrate through his dense icy exterior. Yet she failed. She always did. She just wondered if he could--to her. But she know he could. She could feel it, his laser-like eyes seeing through her carefully woven shield,completely and effortlessly.
Damn. She hated it. How could he do that to her? To simply stare at her and suddely jumble her insides. It was like all papers were flying through the air and alternating themselves so that it would be a total chaos of information--of feelings.
Okay, so the gazing game had somehow created a new and longer record. This was getting really awkward and irritating. Why wouldn't he just stop looking at her like she was the most interesting ugly artwork. But then again, why couldn't she just stop and avert her gaze? After all, she was the one who started it. Wasn't she the one supposed to end it?
She fidgeted. His gaze was invisibly enveloping her. Consuming every fiber in her body. A chill ran down her spine. Got to end this.
She quickly looked away. Pretending to be amused by the floor all of a sudden.
In a blink of an eye, the heat that was surrounding her vanished into the thin air. Gone. And she found herself able to breath again. She was relieved and disappointed at the same time. Hollowed air seemed to fill her stomach and her heart sank all the way down to the Marianas trench..
She gulped, exercising a little mantra.It was nothing. It didin't matter. He didn't matter. She closed her eyes again, longer this time. He didn't matter. None of the things that concern him matter. He didn't care about her so why would she,right? Right. And with that she wished she could believe her own words.
---Thank you so much for reading. Feel free to write reviews.
Too enigmatic 2 b urs, formerly known as loner_gurl / phantom-angel