If he could hover, he should be able to fly right?
Seriously, if someone (ghost boy) had the ability to be weightless, you would think they could fly.
Made all the sense in the world.
Except Danny was having a hard time getting over the whole 'gravity' issue.
Distract him for five minutes, and he would be floating meters above the ground, steady as a rock, without a thought.
Tell him to move however, he'd look down, panic and… well, you can guess what happened after that.
(Well, technically, ghost instincts would kick in and Danny would simply slip through the ground of the secluded meadow before reappearing, slightly more frazzled and dishevelled than before).
It'd almost be comical if it wasn't so pathetic.
When Danny flailed (comically) for a forty seventh time as he looked down, Sam resisted the urge to drop her face into her palm in frustration. "Common Danny, you can do this," she urged softly. Meeting the scared neon eyes of her best friend, she smiled as comfortingly as she could. "I believe in you," she added on a rush of impulse.
Surprise flickered, but Danny was too focused on staying upright to respond.
Slowly, ever so slowly, his frantic movements growing steadier and steadier to the point where they eventually settled and Danny was left floating freely in his own control. A grin burst across his face and Sam couldn't help but feel giddy.
Screwing his eyes shut in a burst of renewed concentration, Danny shook once and began to move forward.
He was flying!
Letting out a whoop of excitement, Sam pumped a fist in the air in happiness.
Danny's eyes flew open in joy.
"I did it!" he crowed happily.
Then he trembled in the air and that pesky gravity took hold of his common sense once again.
Bringing a hand to her mouth instinctively, Sam gasped as he hurtled toward the ground. Then laughed to herself weakly when he vanished.
Popping out the ground mere feet from Sam, Danny raced to her and bundled her in a tight hug.
"I did it!" he repeated, forcing the breath from Sam's lungs with the force of his grasp.
"Danny… air," she gasped, not too bothered by the exhilaration.
Leaping backwards, she cursed herself for the look of shame on her friends face. "Sorry," he murmured.
"Hey, it's okay," Sam exclaimed, willing to do anything to wipe the sad look away. "You did it! You flew!"
There was a beat, and the grin was back in its blazing glory. "I did… Thank you!"
"I didn't do anything," Sam protested feebly.
"Yes you did; you believed in me. So I flew," Danny told her quietly.
Something warm blossomed in Sam's chest and she blushed deeply as she silently pulled Danny into another hug.
After a long moment, she whispered in Danny's ear.
"Wanna go again?"
She laughed when he nodded frantically.
Something fluffy is always good for the soul.
Opinions would be amazing.