Hola! (Which I've said a lot) Welcome to Love Me, Love Me, a brand new story! This is sometimes in first person, following Sam, our favorite Goth girl, and sometimes in third person. For most of the story, it's in first.

The best part that most of you will find is that this story is very humorous, following Sam when she was only ten years old (and fifteen for some parts). Also, I changed the age of Sam to nine, because that's when I want Sam, Danny, and Tucker to meet, so since they are nine, as some of you might like more is that I realize nine year olds don't cuss, so there will be no swearing either.

Now, I bring you, Love Me, Love Me!

Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom; Butch Hartman does.

Prologue

Present Day, 2005

"Sam?"

"What?" I asked, not looking up from my book. I was sitting on my bed, reading one of my favorite books, Midnighters, in my room. It was just a lazy Saturday. And of course, they'd wanted to come to my house. What did they think I was rich or something? Well, I guess that was, But that wasn't the point.

I guess the real point was that somehow, we were all bored, sitting in my room doing absolutely nothing. Luckily, my dad was at work, so he couldn't do the annoying thing he does and look in every five seconds to make sure both of the boys were securely ten feet away at least. He was overprotective like that. Especially since Danny and Tucker were both fifteen.

"Think fast," Tucker said.

I still didn't look up, but held out my hand in front of my face to catch a small bean filled ball. I looked up, tossing it up and down. I gave him a look.

Danny laughed, sitting next to me on the end of the bed, which he'd never be able to do when my dad was home. "She's good."

"It was worth a try," Tucker argued. They thought they could get me. Yeah, right.

"It was a bad try," I said. I waited until he wasn't looking before I threw it back and it smacked him in the forehead. Surprised, he jumped and the chair he'd been sitting on titled backwards and fell to the floor.

Danny burst into hysterical laughter and I laughed with him. Tucker laid there a moment on the ground, looking like he'd never get up.

"That is so uncool," he said.

"Uncool isn't even a word," I pointed out.

"Even I knew that Tuck," Danny agreed.

The two were best friends, and I'd never seen them fight before. Danny and I didn't fight a lot either. Tucker got on my nerves most of the time, but others he was really a good friend. But when we did get into it, Danny was usually there, trying to play peace keeper. However, where Tucker and I were just friends, I wasn't sure where Danny and I stood.

Yeah, maybe I did like him. A part of me always had. But, except for that one time when Ember McLean, this really lame pop singer ghost put a spell on him to make him fall in love with me, I doubted he really liked me that way. And I respected that. Besides, I didn't really need a boyfriend anyway.

"Sam? Hello?" Danny's voice wracked through my brain. He leaned over to tap my head and the bed jolted beneath us, sinking down at his end and throwing him off.

He rolled over, his eyes wide. "Oops."

"Dude, Sam's bed must hate you," Tucker teased.

I sighed, standing up. "No, it does that all the time," I said grumpily. My cat had barely touched it the other day and it had done the same thing.

"I still think Danny's a walking klutz," Tucker said, pulling himself back up into the chair.

"Duh," I added, smiling. He threw a pillow that had fallen off with him at me in return and I caught it, but barely. So far, between the two of them, he was the only one that could get close to targeting me. In fact, he once had.

Tucker twisted around so that he was leaning upside down in the chair while I walked around, trying to decide what the best way in how to fix this was.

"What's that?" he asked, pointing.

"My leg maybe?" I said, jerking away from him.

"That is not what I meant," he said. "Look underneath your bed, there's something there."

I thought for a moment. I usually didn't put things under my bed unless I wanted to hide something. He rolled off of the chair and bent down and I almost stopped him in case it was something embarrassing I didn't want him to see, but it was too late.

He pulled something out and it looked like some sort of paper, folded up fancily.

"Ooh, a note, let's see what Sam had to say," he said evily.

I jumped at him and pulled it away from him. "Thank you very much, if it's mine, I think I'll read it." He gave me a look but clearly gave up. But that didn't mean that both of them didn't suddenly crowd around me to try and read it over my shoulder.

Reading the first line… "Dear Danny," Tucker said. "Hey, it's to you Dan."

I walked away from them. It was my handwriting, but it was sloppy, like I had been younger when I had written it. Making sure they were clear away from me, I continued reading.

I gasped. "Oh….my….god…"

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August 1998, Third Grade

"Do you ever talk?"

I shook my head. I didn't want to talk to these dummies. Couldn't they see I didn't want to talk to them. The girl was annoying. She was wearing pink.

I hated pink.

"¿Esta loco?" she said in some foreign language I didn't know yet. She had shoulder length black hair and blue eyes. Her skin was also very tan.

"Speak regul..arly," the boy said. He had blonde hair and was pretty mean looking for only being nine years old. He seemed to have problems…with his brain.

"I asked her if she was crazy," she said. "Since she's not talking."

"Maybe she is," he said.

"Why are you stalking me?" I asked finally.

"What? Why would we want to do that?" she asked, giving me a I'm-so-much-better-than-thou look.

"What does stalking mean?" the boy asked.

"Dash Andrew Baxter you are so stupid," she said, putting her hands on her hips.

"I am not," he argued.

"Would you go away and act like a married couple?" I asked, snapping at last. I stared into her eyes fully and she gave me another look.

"Whatever. I didn't want to hang out with you anyway," she said, moving her head in a circle. Other than the fact that Dash or whatever his name was did seem to be stupid, she was probably right up there with him.

"Then why are you here?" I asked.

"Ugh. Freak," she said. "Come on Dash."

She stalked off. Such a coward. Couldn't even think of a good comeback to say. And she had her little dog trailing behind her every step of the way.

I was the new girl at this strange place called Casper Elementary. Third grade, nine years old, in a class full of complete strangers, most of which were incredibly stupid in fact.

I hated it so much. Everyone here was annoying and talked too much. And they all wore pink. I hated pink.

I myself liked black. A black tank top and a black skirt that my teacher had told me not to wear but I wore it anyway. I had little black bracelets that my mom had bought me last year for my birthday. My eyes were purple and my hair was black.

So far I hadn't made any friends in the school. And I didn't intend to either. Friends were lame. Especially ones who wore pink.

I looked up absentmindedly and gasped. Someone was sitting above me on the monkey bars, swinging back and forth, his legs hooked onto one of the bars.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Swinging," he said.

I walked over to him and he stared at me, tilting his head like a cat does when you talk to it. He had blue eyes.

"Aren't you afraid of falling?" I asked.

At the same moment, he lost balance and his feet uncoiled around the bars, and he fell on top of me and we crashed to the rocks on the ground.

And that's how I met Danny Fenton.

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Ha ha, of course Danny would do something clumsy around her. What do you think? Please R&R! Oh, and by the way, I know that in the episode "Splitting Images" (after Danny is in Poindexter's body) he says that he and Sam knew each other in second grade, but I'm changing that if it's okay with you….hopefully?

Please R&R! Here's your sneak peek!

Chapter One: Danny

"I'm sorry," he said quickly, standing up. He held out his hand but I stood up on my own and brushed a rock off my shirt. "I'm really sorry."

"What was that for?" I asked, raising my hand to brush my hair away from my face. He flinched and ducked away and then looked relieved. "What?" I asked.

"Nothing," he said. "I thought you were going to hit me."

"Are you afraid of a girl hitting you?" I asked, amused.

"No," he said firmly. "I just thought you were."

"Were what?" I asked.

"Going to hit me," he said.

"Oh, I wouldn't do that. I don't know you," I said. I blew upwards with my mouth to get the last piece of hair away. It didn't work unfortunately.

"So you hit people you do know?" he asked.

"I don't hit anybody," I said. "Why are you so worried that I'm going to hit you?"

"I didn't say that," he argued.

I blew up again to no luck. "I'm not going to hit you okay?"

"Okay," he said.

I swung my hand around and inched it by his face. He ducked instinctively and I brought it back, giving him a look.

"I'M….NOT….GOING……TO….HIT….YOU!" I said, slowly.

"Than what was that for?" he asked, standing up again.

"I was testing you."

"What's your name?"

"That was random," I said, getting frustrated.

"What was random?" he asked, stupidly.

"Ugh. Never mind." I turned around for a minute and then back. He was still staring at me. He did that thing with his head again and he really did remind me of a cat…with less gracefulness. "Are you always this weird?"

"I don't know. Am I?"

Lateraina Wolf (aka LA)