A/N: Hey guys! I made this little oneshot because I got to thinking about the episode where Sam wished she'd never met Danny and the episode with Pointdexter. It never actually told us how they met, or even when, but they were friends since at least second grade. So here's my take on how it all began.
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom.
A Friend
Seven year old Sam sat on the swings by herself on the playground. She knew she was different, and she liked it, but . . .
"Even your parents are embarassed by you, Freak." That mean girl's dumb, accented voice echoed in her brain. "No one cares about you."
Sam kicked at the dirt. She wanted to be different, but nobody liked her because she was different.
"Um . . ." A voice broke her thoughts and she glared at the boy in front of her. He shrank back a little from her intense violet gaze, but didn't leave.
"Let me guess, this is your swing, isn't it?" she asked. Then, without waiting for an answer, she said, "Well too bad. I'm not moving."
"No, um, that's not it," he replied sheepishly. He sat down in the swing next to her. "I was just . . . You were . . . I wanted to know if you were okay." The boy began moving one foot in circles in the dirt, then looked up at her.
Sam looked up too, about to yell 'Of course I'm okay, why wouldn't I be?' But she stopped when she saw his face. His midnight black hair fell down into his face like a curtain, but she could still see his eyes. They were crystal blue, and sparkled with innocence and genuine concern. She felt like they weren't really looking at the moody girl dressed in all black in front of them, they were looking deeper. As if they could see something was wrong, as if they could see the girl who'd been picked on for being different. As if they saw her.
"No," she sighed in defeat and stared down at her shoes.
"Paulina?" he asked.
"Who?" she looked up. The boy pointed to the mean girl who was laughing with her friends. "Yeah. How did you know?"
"She picks on everyone, but she likes to pick on me the most. Because my parents believe in ghosts."
"Wait a minute, your parents are the Fenton's?" Sam asked.
"Yeah. My name's Danny. Wanna be my friend?" Danny gave her a slighly hopeful look. She could see that he he half expected her to say no because she knew who his parents were. But she didn't care, because to her, it didn't matter. She could care less who his parents were and what they believed. Because in that moment, she was talking to someone who understood what she felt. Someone who also didn't care what others thought of her. She was talking to the kindest, sweetest person she'd ever met, and he'd just asked if they could be friends.
"Uh, sure. My name's Sam."
"Isn't that a boy's na-" Sam cut him off.
"It's short for Samantha, but I like Sam better," Sam huffed.
"Okay." There was silence between the two for a moment. "Wanna meet my other friend? His name is Tucker." Sam agreed and the trio became the best of friends. And Sam was happy to call them friends, because they were the only ray of sunshine that she actually liked.
A/N: So there it is. My take on how it all began. Hope you like it!