"YOU'RE A MORON!" 14-year-old Sam Manson exclaimed. Her amethyst eyes were filled with anger. Her pale face was flushed from yelling. Who was she yelling at? Well none other than our favorite Halfa.

"YEAH?" Danny screeched back. Danny's ice blue eyes were glaring at his best friend with rage.

"YEAH!"

"Well at least I don't hate things just because they're popular!"

"At least I don't try to be popular unlike some airhead I know!"

"I hope you starve!" Sam paused for a moment to look at the hybrid with an expression that clearly said 'What the heck?'

"Okay, I've heard better comebacks from a slice of bread."

"Why do you have to be such an individual!"

"At least I can spell individual!"

"Are you calling me dumb?"

"Yeah I am!"

"Veggie Eater!"

"You're so insensitive!"

"Oh really! I least I can be happy once in a while! Everything to you is just doom and gloom!"

"Oh yeah!" Sam stepped towards Danny so that their noses were practically touching. Danny's icy blue eyes glared at her as if challenging her to through any insult at him. Sam spoke, "At least I don't wear spandex."

"You know what Sam? Sometimes you just make me wanna-"

"What Danny?"

"You just make me wanna-" Danny cut off and pulled Sam into him capturing her lips with a passionate kiss. Sam's eye's widened in shock and surprise. 'That was unexpected' she thought. But she didn't really care. Sam was in absolute bliss. She returned the kiss and after like 5 minuets they pulled away.

'Oh no she gonna kill me for doing that.' Danny thought.

"Danny," Sam said in a deathly calm tone. 'Here it comes' Danny thought.

"You're a moron." And with that she pulled the young Halfa into another breathtaking kiss. Danny grinned though the kiss. Maybe this day wasn't so bad after all.