This oneshot was inspired by a heartfelt and touching conversation I had with my best friend, otherwise known as Teameida Creator. I just changed it a little to make it romantic. Also, there was no tickling involved in the original…ness. LOL XD I hope you all enjoy this story, and don't forget to review! :D
I kneeled by my bedside, tears streaming down my face. I gazed up at the ceiling, purple eyes shining. Once again I had been beaten and bruised emotionally, and frankly, was getting tired of it.
"Oh God," I sobbed, "Why must life be so hard on me?" I slumped onto my bed, still kneeling. My arms were folded and I was crying into them, my makeup running and making my pale arms turn black from eyeliner and mascara. I took in a deep ragged breath and attempted to wipe my tears away. It didn't quite work since my hands were also wet with tears.
I did something then that I hadn't done in awhile… I folded my hands, closed my eyes, and tilted my face up… And started to pray.
"Dear God… I now I haven't really… done this in awhile… I know that the pastors are always telling us to pray, even if nothing seems wrong… But I suppose this is not so much a prayer than a cry for help. You've been working miracles lately, yet something… Something always seems to go wrong. I mean you gave Danny these amazing powers," I laughed, "powers he tries his best to do good with, but yet you give his parents a lack of understanding. What's the reason? I don't know. I'm blind to the true purpose behind pretty much everything you do… But today I have a special request. God, today I'm asking that you guide the people you want in my life into my heart, bring me the angels that you want to be my wings. This is my only request. In Jesus' name, amen."
I stood up and pulled a tissue out of the box. I wiped my face and then looked into the mirror. I looked like a mess. My mascara was smeared from one side of my face to the other, making me look like a clown. I went into my en suite bathroom and splashed cold water onto my face, which not only helped my clownishness, it helped with my overall feeling, I suppose. Like being really dirty and taking a shower.
I went into my room and sat down on my bed, majorly slouching because honestly- I don't care. I heard a tap on my window. "Come on in, join the party," I said, sarcasm dripping from my voice. Danny sat down next to me and leaned down onto his knees so he could see my face. He frowned.
"Have you been crying, Sammy? What did I tell you about crying?" I suppressed the smiled tugging on the corners of my lips.
"That when angels cry everyone cries, so I shouldn't do it," I replied. He grinned.
"I know how to cheer you up! C'mere Sammy!" he yelled. He tackled me by the waist, and began tickling me. I kicked at him, but he just turned intangible.
"Stop… stop it! Danny! Stop… tickling… me!" I said through my laughter.
"Not until you promise!" He replied.
"Never to cry again," he replied, very matter-of-fact. I raised my eyebrow at him.
"I cant promise that! I would break it, like, tomorrow!" Danny frowned at me.
"That's what I'm here for," he replied. Then he kissed me. Oh my God, Danny is kissing me! It was very soft and sweet, his hand cradled my head, and his other hand was on my cheek. I melted into the kiss. I know I prayed for God to bring angels to me, but I didn't expect it to be quite this good.
We separated. "I love you, Sammy. Never ever ever forget that," he whispered.
"I love you, too Danny. That I can promise- I won't." He hugged me and I enjoyed what little warmth he had in ghost form, tucking my face into the crook of his neck. We stayed that way until Danny's ghost sense went off and he had to leave.
I hope you all liked this story. Also, please do not say that there is something wrong with Sam praying because a. That's the friggin foundation of the story and b. In Frightmare Before Christmas, they state that Sam is Jewish. She can pray if she wants to. Please review!