(Narrator's POV)
"Tucker!" was heard faintly from downstairs. "Lights out!" Sam sighed, slamming her book shut.
"So much for the cramming session," she muttered, glancing towards the boys. Danny took a breath, mindlessly, rolling onto his side. Tucker slept on the couch, his face dug into a pillow. They snored silently in harmony.
Sam smiled to herself, making her way over to Danny. She studied him quietly, watching him rest. He looked so peaceful, like there was nothing wrong. Boy, was he clueless.
Clueless.
That was Sam's favorite word to describe Danny, yet she hated using that word to describe him. How could be be so cluesless? There were so many signs! So many hints! Ugh.
Clueless.
"Danny, time to go," Sam whispered in his ear. Danny mumbled as he pushed her away.
"Lemme sleep." Sam sighed, not knowing what to do next. Instead of talking anymore, she flicked Danny on the head.
"Ooww!" Danny groaned, finally sitting up. He rubbed his eyes,straining to get them focused. "I need a new alarm clock." Slinging her book sack over her shoulder, Sam hushed him,then pointed to Tucker on the couch.
Danny glared around the room. "My books. Where are my books?!"
"Shut up!" Sam hissed, grabbing Danny's hand. Mindlessly turning scarlet in the face, she continued, "You retard. Tucker's sleeping." Danny smirked.
"Why thanks," he sneered, sarcastically. Sam led the two out the Foley Residence, self-conscience about them holding hands. She couldn't help but smiled. I mean, come on. They were holding hands!! She bit her lip, urging herself not to ruin the moment. But she was always the rebellious one, even to herself.
Sam started to left go of his hand, her heart dreading every moment of the pain in doing so. Finally, her arms were at her side, with the tingling sensation of Danny's hand in hers still alive. Suddenly, there was a warm pressure around her hand. Sam glanced down, trying to figure out what was going on. Surprised at what she saw, she gasped quietly. Danny was now the one holding her hand.
Sam faced Danny, giving him a questioning look. As if reading her face, he shrugged. "I liked it." She beamed to herself, trying to think of something clever to say back. But, she was to happy and giddy to think. "Me too."
Strolling down the sidewalk, Sam gazed around the city, watching as houselights went off, one-by-one. After all the lights were out, except the street-ones, she stared at her feet, watching every step she took. Being bored of looking at her feet, Sam glanced up at the moon. Abruptly, a preschool came into focus.
"Amity Preschool," Sam whispered, being flooded with memories. That was when she met the whole gang.
"Yup," Danny nodded, flashing his friend a shy grin.
"Why are we-"
"I dunno. Just 'cause. " Sam turned back to the street. Mindlessly, she began to swing her and Danny's hands, back and forth.
Swish. Swish. Swish.
Danny chuckled as he forced their entwined hands down.
"Well then!" Sam stuck her tounge out.
"Fine," He rolled his eyes, releasing the force. Sam started to swing the hands, again.
"Thaaaaaaaank you!" she teased, flashing Danny a smirk.
