It Slipped

They were a bit older now. Seniors in high school. Nearing their twenties, but not quite there yet. They liked to claim they were still young, but the end of puberty had taken its toll on the three friends, and the two lovers.

Danny thrust his hand into his pocket, and held Sam's in the other, as they took a quiet stroll through the park.

"So what are your plans for life?" asked Sam, looking up at him. "I mean, we're almost done with high school. Anything to look forward to?"

"Not sure yet," replied Danny. "Never really put much though to it," he finished with a shrug.

Sam sighed. "Me neither. My parents have really been bugging me about it the past few weeks. Something about inheriting their company and taking responsibility or whatever."

Danny raised his eyebrows. "That sounds big."

"I guess," she muttered. "But whatever. You think you'll still be fighting ghosts and all that?"

Danny led her to a large maple tree and motioned for her to sit down, so that they could watch the sunset together. Slinging an arm around her shoulders, he remarked, "Probably. Like Batman, you know? Billionaire by day, vigilante by night. It'll be fun."

"Yeah. And that way, you'll never get that life-threatening beer belly thing your dad has," she said cheekily, poking his abs.

He smiled and nuzzled his face into her hair. "I guess we can figure out logistics once we're married."

Sam's breath caught in her throat for a moment.

"Sam?" Danny couldn't see her expression from his angle.

She stared blankly ahead. "Marriage," she said softly, the heavy word rolling off her tongue with ease.

"Sorry," said Danny awkwardly, rubbing his neck. "I guess I sort of assumed… It slipped."

Sam glanced in his general direction but didn't look up. "It's so easy to see…"

"You, uh, you are going to marry me, right?"

Sam smirked and met his careful gaze. "You never asked, Danny," she retorted with a tinge of amusement.

"Well, would you?"

"Would I what?" she asked innocently, batting her eyelashes.

"Would you marry me?" he reiterated, huffing as he did so.

"That's a horrid way to ask," she scoffed, crossing her arms over her legs, holding them close to her chest. "I imagined a more elaborate way. With a nice dinner for two, and finding a ring somewhere in the dessert. It would be a nice surprise. Or a shopping trip to the mall. A casual stop by the Cartier store. And then I'd find a ring with my name on it. But you didn't even ask properly. Where's the knee Danny?! The knee!"

Danny nearly rolled his eyes but went on one knee anyways. "Will you marry me Samantha Manson?"

Sam looked up thoughtfully and replied, "Let me get back to you on that one. I want to see if I get any better offers."

Danny glared.

Sam beamed.


You know those couples that have been around ever since they were junior highers?
And they looked perfect together?
I always imagined they'd stumble across this kind of awkward conversation.
I wanted to try something new.

Short, but I didn't know what else to write.
Cute ficlets aren't my thing.

Lmao, sorry for the typo ...