"Danny! Look at meeeeeeee!"
A little girl, maybe four years old, was running around. Blue eyes sparkled. Her blonde pigtails streamed behind her and her red floral dress twirled like she was a ballerina. But the most striking part was the shimmery white wings she used to fly. A little angel gracefully flying through the sky, her head literally in the clouds. If you squinted hard enough, you could almost see the halo.
"You look beautiful, Grace!" He didn't have wings. He couldn't fly. So he sat on the ground, smiling at her as she flew through the sky. Daniel was her babysitter, almost twenty and in desperate need of money to continue college. Grace's family needed someone who could watch little Grace, keep her secret, and create a lie on the spot. It all worked out. Like destiny.
"I can't see you anymore, Danny! I'm so high up!" A small glint from above showed her smile. She couldn't stop smiling. It was the first time in weeks she was allowed to spread her wings outside, so she obviously took full advantage of it. There's no worse feeling than having the ability to do something you want to do but not be allowed to do it. Especially for a four year old.
"I know! Keep your head up, duckling!" Daniel placed his arms behind his head as he continued to lay in the grass, positioned as if he were a stargazer. But instead he was watching the faint spot of a winged girl gilded in the colors of vanilla and cherries, her favorite ice cream flavor. He wore a green t-shirt and black jeans, his favorite, mint chocolate chip.
"Danny!" her voice was so faint. She must be really high up. "Danny, Danny, Dan-"
"Daniel? Are you okay?" He snapped out of his reverie. His blurry eyes came in to focus. In front of him was a young lady around his age sitting on a bench, blond hair and blue eyes and a simple red dress, no flowers. No wings white as vanilla, only cherry red.
He was dressed in a suit for his first internship, black with a green shirt and tie. Daniel looked to his side and found his sister squeezing his shoulder for support. She thought something was wrong. There was concern in her eyes, deep brown like his, none of the bright blue he remembered moments before. He forced a smile in her direction.
"Yeah. I'm nervous, just all." The perfect lie. Her eyes cleared in understanding, though she actually didn't understand. But he would let her believe it. It was easier that way.
She laughed. "Don't be. You can't screw it up any more than I imagine already." A purple tank top and white shorts. Her ice cream flavor was rocky road. He didn't mention it.
He fake glared at her, but he couldn't stop the smile. "Thanks. I love your support." He continued to the building, his sister holding his arm to comfort him. He walked up the steps.
Daniel didn't look back at Miss Déjà Vu.
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"What are you doing?" a seven year old girl rudely asked. Her blue eyes were sharp and questioning, her wings blowing ever so slightly in the air of the open window.
"None of your damn business," the eighteen-year old boy snapped back, brown eyes glued to the screen, fingers pressing buttons in seemingly random combinations that continued to win the game for him. He didn't care that she was too young to hear language like that, didn't care that she was now sitting next to him with her arms crossed. She was going to threaten to tell his older sister. In 3... 2... 1...
"I'm going to tell Taylor," she threatened, like always. He rolled his eyes because he knew she wouldn't actually do that. If she did, then he couldn't watch her anymore and she would have to hide her wings for a long time until they found a new sitter. He wasn't doing a good job anyways, but she didn't get kidnapped or end up in the news. That was always a plus.
