(A/N) Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom or the song True by Ryan Cabrera.
Anything to be with you
Tears watered in his eyes as he left her bedroom window that summery midnight. It was the third time that week. He wiped them away with the help of the wind blowing in his face as he flew in the direction of his home. He could see FentonWorks' neon glowing sign only a mile away, so he decided to bide his time and float along the stars. He used this downtime to think, something he could rarely do alone. He thought of lots of things that spread over a wide range of topics, but the majority of the fabric his thoughts weaved was of Sam. He realized this as he drifted under constellations that night. Ideas of how to get Sam to love him ran through his head constantly after that, and soon enough, a decent idea came along. He bade the stars farewell and fled to his bedroom, phasing through the window and into his closet. He was a man (or at least a pre-pubescent male) as he flew back in the direction of the Manson residence.
Sam's window was still open when Danny arrived there for the second time that night and the fourth time that week. He sat down in the grass outside and below her window and phased back into Danny Fenton, swinging his acoustic guitar around to the front of his body. He ran a finger under the strap to loosen it and fix it into place. He didn't know if Sam was awake or if she'd already fallen asleep, but he didn't care. He needed to do this, not only for Sam but for himself. He quietly played a few chords to check the tuning. It was perfect, just as it should be. Danny tuned and practiced playing his guitar every night before he went to sleep. He took a deep breath, positioned the guitar comfortably, and began his secret serenade.
I won't talk. I won't breathe. I won't move till you finally see that you belong with me. You might think I don't look, but deep inside in the corner of my mind, I'm attached to you, mmmm… I'm weak, it's true. 'Because I'm afraid to know the answer… do you want me, too? 'Cause my heart keeps falling faster. I've waited all my life to cross this line to the only thing that's true, so I will not hide. It's time to try anything to be with you.
He glanced up for a moment while he played a four-bar instrumental break. There was no movement from the window, but he kept on. He'd already started, and he was going to finish even if the entire ghost realm came charging at him from under a rock.
He really hoped that wouldn't happen. He continued, and the lines made him smile and blush due to the relevance of the song's describing Sam and himself.
You don't know what you do every time you walk into the room. I'm afraid to move. I'm weak, it's true… I'm just scared to know the ending. Do you see me, too? Do you even know you met me?
When he looked up, he saw a slight shift in the curtain's position and he could have sworn he saw a violet eye peering at him. He smiled his adorable, shy, 14-year-old smile and looked down at the guitar, really focusing on the rhythmic smacks and playing of the strings. His voice and remembrance of the words came naturally, but he was still working on having the guitar-playing come naturally.
I've waited all my life to cross this line to the only thing that's true, so I will not hide. It's time to try anything to be with you. I know when I go, I'll be on my way to you. The way that's true. I've waited all my life to cross this line to the only thing that's true, so I will not hide. It's time to try anything to be with you.
The song was almost over and his voice crackled from the pure emotion he was putting into the song. He paused for a moment, playing subtle filler notes to let himself catch his breath.
All My life I've waited. This is true.
As he strummed the last chord and let it reverberate across the airwaves, he looked up towards her window again. The curtain hindered no further movements and he saw no signs of Sam's eyes peeking at him. He grinned again and looked down to play one more little bar of music taken from different parts of the song and blended together, and he was done.
He stood up. "Goin' Ghost." He muttered to himself, slinging the guitar onto his back and adjusting the strap. Giving Sam's empty window one last hopeful look, he flew off into the night feeling less empty on the inside.
His next task? The Scientist by Coldplay, on piano. He'd be ready in a week, but it would take some planning to get just him and Sam in a room alone with a giant musical instrument. But it was for Sam. With that in mind, he concluded that anything could be done. That next morning he was off to the music room during study hall, his eyes twinkling.