A/N: I got this idea because I was watching this Spanish thing called 'Doce Corazones' or something like that. I decided to write my own version! Here goes!
Doce Corazones
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Twelve Hearts
An eighteen-year-old Samantha Manson sat on a park bench reading a book and chew some bubble gum. It was a romance novel with the strangest title ever: "Gory Love." The only reason she picked it out was because of the word 'gory.' But the book was as mushy and fluffy as ever. There was nothing 'gory' about it! Sighing, the girl put the book down and watched as Danny and Tucker, both a bit older than her, locked in a stalemate with thin branches they'd both found.
"You're going down!" Tucker said.
"Ha! Just try to keep me down!" Danny challenged.
"I swear, you two are such kids," Sam sighed, shaking her head. Danny and Tucker looked at her. They grinned and pointing the supposed 'sharp' end of their 'swords' to the ground.
"Want to try, Sam?" Danny asked. "You know you want to!"
"No, Danny," she said. "I don't." Danny walked over and sat next to her, putting an arm around her shoulders and laying the stick he had down on the remaining bench next to him.
"Bored of your book already?" Danny asked her, grabbing her book and looking at it.
"Yes," Sam murmured, taking no notice, or rather making it see as if she didn't care, of him putting his arm around her shoulders. She made a grab for the book, but missed and ended up toppling over Danny's lap. A blush as bright at a red apple lit up Sam's cheeks as she came into the realization of what was going on. Danny's eyes widened and his hand dropped the book he was holding away from Sam. A blush matching hers showed up on his face.
Sam quickly sat back up and twiddled her thumbs. Danny handed back her book. "Sorry," he said sheepishly. They shared an uneasy glance, each smiling a bit nervously. Tucker snickered and laughed, causing both teens, whom had matching red-tinted cheeks, to glare at him.
"What? This is totally funny! After all these years, you two still have blushy moments!" he said.
"Shut up Tucker," Danny said, crossing his arms and leaning back against the bench. Sam held her book now and stared at the cover. 'Love'. She sighed.
"So, we still up for a movie tomorrow?" Tucker asked then, hoping to break up the awkward silence that had befallen them. "For Sam's B-day?"
"If you guys are up for it," Sam said, shrugging one shoulder casually.
"It'll be the best birthday ever," Danny assured her, smiling now. Sam smiled as Danny once again wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Tucker grinned.
Next day. Saturday, October 21. Late afternoon. Manson Residence.
Sam laid on her bed reading her book, was suddenly surprised by a doorbell. She sat up quickly and walked out her room. "What time is it?" she wondered aloud to herself, looking at her wrist-watch. Her eyes widened. Six! "The movie!" she hissed, having forgotten all about the meeting that day. She had even forgotten it was her birthday!
Now she ran down the stairs as the doorbell rang again. Sam jumped over the last four steps and skidded to a stop at the door. She reached for the door knob and twisted it right, opening the door. "Tucker"! she exclaimed upon seeing her long-time friend.
"Happy nineteenth birthday, Sam," Tucker greeted happily, smiling at his black and purple clad friend.
"Thanks," Sam said, stepping to one side. "Where's Danny?"
"Said he'd be here as soon as he could," Tucker said. "I don't know what's up, though."
"Oh...okay. Well, think he'd mind if we start the movie before him?" Sam asked. Tucker grinned.
"Not at all. Knowing him, he'll probably be too much in a rush to care," he said.
"You're probably right..."
8:30 o'clock that night.
Sam slouched in her chair, resting her chin in the palm of her hand. Tucker sat in another chair beside her in a similar position. Danny still wasn't there. Then, Tucker yawned as the movie they were watching, The Grudge," went along. "It's getting late," Sam said, sitting up and arching her back while stretching her arms and yawning herself.
"You're probably right," Tucker agreed. "Hey, where are your parents?"
"Business trip." The answer came automatically, as if Sam didn't really care. Tucker sighed. "Danny never made it, I guess," he mumbled, checking his wrist-watch.
"Probably had something better to do," Sam mumbled, crossing her arms.
"Come on, Sam, don't be like that. You know he must have a good excuse," Tucker said softly.
"Best birthday ever," Sam muttered, repeating Danny's words. She shook her head. "It's getting late," she repeated. "You should probably head home already." She stood up, Tucker followed suit.
"If you say so," Sam said. "But, Sam? Maybe you should give him another chance, huh?"
"We'll see," Sam said as they started up the stairs and into her living room. "But he'd better have a good excuse."
Tucker stood out the door for a few seconds before walking away with a short good-bye and happy birthday. Sam nodded and watched him leave for a few seconds. Then, despite herself, scanned the sky. Seeing nothing, she walked back inside her house.
Tucker got home soon afterwards and saw his mother sitting on the couch watching something. A woman stood in the middle of a platform with three men on one side sitting in chairs, and five woman on the other side on long stools. He closed the door behind him and his mother looked up. His eyes, however stayed glued to the television screen.
"Hey, sweetheart," his mother greeted.
"Hey, mom, what'cha watching?" Tucker asked.
"Oh, it's a new program your cousin Richard thought up. Can you believe it's a hit with only five airings already?" his mother replied. Richard was Tucker's rich cousin who was about ten years older than him. Tucker took his sweater and hung it on a coat rack.
"You don't say," he mumbled. "What's it about?"
"It's called Twelve Hearts. It's like a dating service where you go to meet people," his mom explained.
"Really..." Tucker watched the screen as the woman pulled out a three small basketballs and began to explain something. "Interesting."
"Yes," his mom said. "Very entertaining. Oh, and Tucker? Richard said he's got your apartment ready. It's all good to go."
Richard also owned land on which he built a building for people to rent apartments. One of the renters were evicted because of complaints from other renters and the apartment was to be Tucker's. "Cool, tell him--" Tucker stopped. "Know what? I'll call him. I just got an idea."
Tucker grinned and raced up stairs to his room. His mom looked on, but shrugged and continued watching her TV program. She laughed softly at something.
One ring.
Two.
Three.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Rich. Saw your new show."
"Yep. Tuck, right?"
"Yeah. Say, think you can pull a few strings for me?"
"Name it."
A mischievous grin later...
"You got it."
"Thanks."
E/N: Haha! YEAH! Just so you know, I don't own 'Doce Corazones' or 'Danny Phantom'! This is only going to have about three or four chapters. There may be a max of seven chapters depending on how long I make them. Anywho, five MAX as of this point. Seven if I decided to make the chapters short and so on.
--Airamé Phantom
