Okay so this is AU and in this one, Danny is a loner, but Sam is still a Goth. She's also the one that knows Tucker. They both move to Amity and…when and if you read it, you'll get everything. I won't update this much cuz I'm focusing on Boarding School: Summer Time. I just love AU D/S romance! Excuse the OOC ness of the characters oh and the cussing. I'm not one to do it, so don't expect much during this story, only when expressing extreme emotions.

Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom, if I did, Sam and Danny would be stuck in some pretty awkward situations. Also I don't own Dragonball Z or I'd be married to either Goku or Gohan, maybe even Goten or Trunks. (I snuck in a saying from a V.C. Andrews book called, Broken Flower; can anyone guess what it is?)

Chapter 1: Meeting Daniel

Monday

Sam frowned as she looked out the window at the passing greenery. They were moving… again! She really hated it. She sighed and turned to Tucker, her best friend. At least this time, he was moving with her, too bad though that he'd be an hour or so away.

"Sam, cheer up! I'm sure Amity is a wonderful place to live!" Tucker said perkily as he clapped her on a shoulder and kept his hand there.

"Oh stuff it, Tuck," she said as she shook him off.

Sam stepped out of the car and observed her new mansion. It was the biggest house she had spotted in Amity and the smallest she had ever lived in, maybe that was what made her feel equal with everyone she would ever meet. She had a few bags and those she carried up to her room. She chose a room on the 2nd floor because she knew her parents would stay on the 1st floor, which meant she was the only one on that floor and it was what she wanted. After settling down in her dark room, she began to read a book for Literature class at her new school, Casper High.

Sam was up and ready for school before her parents were even up. She really wanted no contact with her parents on the first day of school. They'd make her wear something pink and frilly and she would never be caught rotting in those clothes. She slipped on thigh length stockings with her favourite combat boots with a short, pleated, black skirt and a sleeveless black top with a zipper straight down the middle (for safety, she wore a black midriff tube top). She swung her back on her back and began to walk to Casper High.

She was lucky that morning, if she didn't see the students running to school; she would never have known where she was going. It eventually worked out that she was standing in front of her new school very soon with tons of eyes on her. As she walked she looked down at her boots. She was glad to get away from the many eyes as she followed the standard procedure before she tried to find the classroom for her first class. She felt so weird not knowing a soul but she didn't let that bother her for she knew that a friend would come along soon and even if she didn't find a friend or associate, she would do just fine on her own.

"Well, class, we have a new student. Her name is Samantha Manson. She's from Cambridge and she lives in the mansion right off the corner of Amity Park and Elm Street. Is there anything you would like to tell us about yourself Miss Manson?" The teacher droned on in a boring voice. He had a protruding stomach and a mirror at the top of his head. His name was Mr. Lancer. Sam was slouching in her chair with a frown on her face.

"I think you told them everything I would, sir, even though I am very capable of communication," she replied. The class snickered.

"Ms. Manson, you really shouldn't be rude now, it's your first day of school here and I'm sure you wouldn't want to embarrass yourself," he said keeping his temper in check.

"I have nothing to be ashamed of, sir, but you on the other hand have lots to make you hang your head in shame. Oh, but then you'll see your big gut," Sam smirked. The class laughed.

"You are very rude young lady, if you continue, I might have to send you to the principal's office," he fumed.

"If you continue to talk, I'll do you a favour and go straight to the principal's office when I have your class…or…I could just ditch school. Yeah, I'll do just that, its more fun."

"That's it! Principal's office now! By Lemony Snicket, I have never seen someone like you ever!" Sam stood up and walked to the door, slowly.

"Don't worry Mr. Lancer, if I do get lost, I'll get back ASAP!" Sam said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "as if," she added. The whole class burst out in laughter. This new chick was crazy. Before she got to the door, she looked around the class at all the people who had enjoyed her performance. She spotted a boy at the very back of the class, in the shadows. He was Goth, like her, but he wasn't laughing. He didn't wear any makeup but his lashes were thick and his eyes were an icy blue that sent shivers up her spine. His raven hair was messy and contrasted with his eyes. She tore her eyes away and walked to the principal's office, hugging herself. He had left her feeling chilly on the inside and out.

Principal's Office

As principal Ishiyama jabbered on and on, Sam rolled her eyes, crossed her arms and waited impatiently.

"Are you even listening?" The Japanese lady asked, a vein standing up in her forehead. Sam looked at her.

"Oh cool! This is like Dragon ball Z! Look at that vein standing up in your head. You wanna spar? You can be Vegeta and I can be Goku!" Sam smiled widely and pointed at the vein in the principal's forehead.

"GET SERIOUS MS. MANSON!!" Principal Ishiyama yelled.

"Fine, you can play Goku then," Sam wiped imaginary spit from her eye, "and sure I was listening. I was like a deaf man listening to music." Sam now held an obvious fake serious expression on her face.

"You are suspended for the rest of the day, and don't come back with that attitude tomorrow! This will go straight on your permanent record!" The principal tried to lower her voice.

"Thanks Ishiyama, you're such a doll," Sam smiled, got up and walked out. She smiled to herself. An entire day off from school, what could she do?

As she walked out the school doors, she spotted the Goth boy from her class. He was just sitting with his back to the tree and his eyes up looking at the clouds.

"You look like you've found something interesting to do," Sam said as she descended the stairs, her heart pounding. He didn't turn to look at her, he continued to stare. Sam was a bit offended and she walked over to him and slapped him lightly on the shoulder.

"Hey, have you ever tried manners?" she asked. His eyes drifted over to her for long enough for her to get the message that she should leave him alone, then he looked back at the sky. Sam ignored his look and sat beside him, joining him in the task of looking at the clouds. They were there for a while and Sam was forgetting about him for the clouds were making her sleepy.

"Why are you sitting beside me?" He asked coldly in a soft, deep voice. Sam, surprised, snapped her head down to look at him.

"Wow, I thought you were deaf and dumb," she said sarcastically.

"Don't try that with me," he continued in his cold voice. Sam flinched a bit, and then she frowned.

"I don't need permission from you to sit. After all, it's a free country. What are you doing out here anyway, don't you have class?" She asked.

"None of your business," he replied.

"You're real funny you know that," she continued sarcastically.

"That's why people don't talk to me and you shouldn't either."

"Good luck with making me stop talking. If I want something, I go for it and right now I want to talk to you cuz no one else does. I like challenges." Sam crossed her arms and glared at him.

"You're a spoiled rich kid. Go away," he continued.

"Didn't you get it, I like challenges," she repeated making sure he got it. Suddenly out of nowhere, he stood up, grabbed her and placed a hand over her mouth.

'What the hell is going on?' She questioned herself as she tried to pull his hand from her mouth. He signaled for her to be silent and she soon found out his cause for emergency; something whizzed past her eyes and stopped somewhere behind the tree.

"Where is he, I felt him out here along with someone, most likely a human girl based on her energy field," a deep voice said. She could hear the boy swear under his breath.

"We need to get to them, we must know the girl. With her we can really get him," another voice said. His hand tightened around Sam's mouth and her heart was beating fast. What were they talking about? She let out a silent scream as 2 figures suddenly appeared in front of her. The boy forced her to bend over which was so awkward and made Sam blush.

"Samantha Manson, 16 years old, just moved to Amity. Who knew the kid was so good with the girls?" The deeper voice said.

"We got you Daniel Fenton," the feminine voice said. The boy whose name was Danny let her go and leaned against the tree.

"Damn," he said as he looked down at Sam. Sam was on the ground, in shock as she looked up at him .The freaky looking people were gone.

"What was that?" She asked.

"Why didn't you just go away, I try and I try and yet I never get what I tried to achieve," he said. Sam stood on unsteady legs and held on to the tree for support.

"Who was that and what do they want with me?" She demanded.

"That was Skulker and Spectre. They're ghosts who are after my hide," he explained. Sam found herself laughing out quite loudly and hysterically.

"Amity! I should have known this place was haunted! For crying out loud, I live at the corner of Amity Park and Elm Street! I'm being haunted by ghosts! Can today get any better?" She said in between laughing. Suddenly she stopped and looked at Danny.

"Please tell me they don't want to kill you or worse me," she pleaded. He smirked as if he thought it was funny.

"You'll probably be dead in the next couple hours," he said. Her eyes widened and she growled.

"Thanks a lot Daniel," she said as she began to walk off.

"It's Danny," he said. She turned to see him walking toward her slowly. It was the first time she could really see him properly. He was tall with a gorgeous face and a built body that could be seen through his clothes. She swallowed and said to herself that he was just another pest not a crush or a boyfriend.

"In that case, it's Sam," she said.

"Well Sam, meet your new best friend. I won't be going anywhere while Plasmius is looking for your ass," he said as he stopped in front of her.

"What changed your mind?" She asked.

"The thought of you splattered on the pavement without even one bone in your body visible," he said.

"I hate you," she seethed.

"And that's how I know the feeling is mutual," he said in a calm way that made her even more upset and so she stomped off with him following her, very coolly and calmly.

Sam slammed herself into her bed then turned on her stomach to bury her head in her pillow. She wanted to block out the words of her parents echoing through her head. They were always talking about how they had wanted a perfect girl who wore pastel colours and adored boy bands and loved baking nice little pastries, but she never did turn out to be that kind of girl. She never wore anything lighter than green, hated boy bands that girls seemed to dream about all day long and even though she could bake, it was always for Halloween when she could make them look Gothic without much fuss from her parents. Even if she did bake or cook out of Halloween, she had a way of making the food look gloomy and her parents were always chewing her out for it.

She suddenly sat up and took a deep breath. She let it out and made a decision. She wouldn't let them get her down; she was going to be a unique person and they wouldn't be able to stop her. With this in mind, she quickly got ready for bed, she had school the next day and she had to sleep off whatever was on her mind. She switched off the light on the wall behind her bed and made herself comfortable under her sheets. As she snuggled into her pillows she let out a short sigh and soon drifted to sleep.

Sam shot up in her bed, her hands rubbing her bare arms. A chill went up her spine and she immediately looked over to the window. Her heart jumped to her throat as she saw a figure sitting on her windowsill with her windows wide open. She sprang up to her knees and felt for the light switch. She was the person who found out what was happening before she reacted. When the light flipped on a few milliseconds later, she looked at the figure on her windowsill with wide eyes. Her mouth fell open and her eye twitched slightly then her eyebrows met in an angry glare and she barred her teeth.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She asked roughly as she felt the temperature in the room rise.

'Weird,' she thought as she jumped off of her bed and stomped angrily over to the boy in black who had a noticeable smirk on his face. She stopped in front of him.

"Well, aren't you going to answer?" She asked as she cocked her head angrily to one side. Suddenly he broke out into loud laughter. Sam was caught off guard. When she met this kid earlier, he was practically freezing his surroundings with how he was behaving, now he was laughing his head off like some goofy kid.

"What's wrong with you?" Sam asked, not out of pity but out of the need to know if he was mentally stable.

"You should have seen the looks on your face when you realized it was me!" He laughed as he mimicked her. He continued with a mocking laugh until he almost fell off. He grabbed the sides of the window and pulled himself in.

"You should be more careful, you could fall," Sam said as her anger died down. She couldn't stay angry at him while he was so carefree.

"Don't worry, I won't," he smiled.

"So, why are you here, it's like after 3 in the morning," she folded her hands.

"I'm here to collect our homework, what does it look like? I'm here to haunt you," he continued as he walked around her room.

"Surely these ghosts that are haunting me must sleep, so why are you really here and who said you could come in?"

"They don't sleep and I won't either. I won't let them take someone completely innocent away again because of me," he suddenly became serious.

"Again?" Sam asked, interested. He glared at her, obviously upset by her question.

"Just go to sleep," he said as he walked past her and back to the window to sit.

"Moody much," Sam muttered. He heard but didn't say anything. She rolled her eyes and frowned before she walked to her bed. She was muttering something about waking up at 3 to complete foolishness. She sat on her bed and glared at him. There was no way she was going to sleep with a guy in her room. Anything could happen and she wasn't willing to find out.

"Go to sleep, nothing will happen," he said as if reading her mind.

"I'm not ready to trust someone who just pops into my room when the window was locked…wait…how did you get in?" She asked, curiosity arousing.

"Remember curiosity killed the cat," he said turning his head to look at her for a few seconds. She snorted.

"Obviously you haven't heard that satisfaction brought him back," she said as she continued to watch him. She swore she saw him smile at her statement, but it was gone so fast that she thought it was only in her imagination. After a few minutes, her eyelids began to feel heavy and she kept dozing off. Whenever she realized this, she righted her posture and continued to stare at Danny who was smirking at her attempts to stay awake. Sam's eyelids continued to fall until she herself fell asleep. She was in a weird position and Danny couldn't help but put her back under her sheets. He moved back to the window and watched her for a few minutes before his eyes went back outside.

"Plasmius," he said as he gazed up at the twinkling stars placed neatly into the dark sky.

What do you all think, huh? Review and tell me, please! Major attitude adjustment, don't you think? I don't intend for this to last too long, I'm guessing around 14 or 15 chapters. All I do know is that I have a time limit where this story is concerned. This story is going to span over 4 months and a week, in the story, not in real life. Do you get it?