A Blue-Eyed Boy Meets A Brown-Eyed Girl:
Ain't Love The Sweetest Thing?
by Kat Halcyon
E-MAIL: kathalcyon@hotmail.com or kathalcyon@yahoo.ca
SUMMARY: Two kids meet in a playground.
CATEGORY: Is "Random Cuteness" a category?
SEASON: Many years before the movie
DISCLAIMER: All publicly recognizable characters and places are the
property of MGM, World Gekko Corp and Double Secret Productions. The title and subtitle are copyrighted to U2. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes and no infringement on copyrights or trademarks was intended. Previously unrecognized characters are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Being a U2 FanGirl inspired fic. Therefore, no one is
allowed to get mad at me for being a U2 FanGirl.
Danny was almost eight. And the playground was across from the campsite
his foster parents had chosen. They'd told him to go play while they set
up the tent - after taking another one of his allergy pills, because you
could never be too careful.
He could see Darlene, his foster mother, watching him as he sat on a swing
and while Ray, his foster father, hammered a tent peg into the ground. It
didn't matter, though. He was still *technically* at the playground by
himself.
He started pumping his legs, careful not to go too high, because Darlene
didn't like him going high on the swings. She was a worry-wart. Danny
liked that word; he let it echo in his head. He remembered his mom calling
his dad that. A worry-wart. He used the word as much as he could.
Danny watched Ray set up the tent as he swung. He'd never been camping
before, really. He'd stayed in a tent once, for the two months his parents
were in Egypt on a "dig". That was another word he liked.
He hadn't watched his dad set up the tent then. He'd been much younger
then, only five, and he hadn't paid attention to grown-up things like
that. Danny's mental voice was filled with scorn for his younger self.
A little girl sat down on the swing next to him, and Danny stopped looking
at Ray long enough to look at her. She was chubby, with dark reddish-brown
pigtails. Very soon, she was going higher than Danny was. He watched with
interest as the girl went higher, higher, until she was so high he
wondered if she'd go right over the top. He'd like to see that.
She didn't go over the top. Instead, she jumped off the swing, landing in
a heap on the grass in front of the swings. She giggled, jumped up and ran
to the swing, not even brushing the dirt off of her denim overalls. She
started pumping her legs vigorously again.
"How did you do that?" Danny asked her.
"What?" the little girl asked, slowing a little to turn and look at him.
"Jump like that," he clarified. "How did you do it?"
"I just let go and jumped." She gave a shrug. "You should try it."
Danny pumped his legs a bit harder, but slowed down after looking across
the way at his campsite. "I can't," he said regretfully. "Darlene's
watching."
"Is she your mommy?" the little girl wanted to know.
"No. She's my foster mother."
"What's a foster mother?"
Danny thought for a second. "A foster mother is a lady who takes care of
you if your parents are dead," he explained.
"Are your parents dead?"
"Yeah."
"Oh. Mine aren't." The girl jumped again. As she scrambled back to the
swing, she said, "I'm Jan. I'm not supposed to tell strangers my name, but
you're not a stranger, are you?"
"No," he agreed. "I'm Danny."
"Want to play hide and seek, Danny?"
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