Here we are. Another chapter. I have a couple ideas that I would like to develop and we'll see where things go. Please be patient with me as i will be extremely busy. I am so sorry I haven't posted anything in a while. I was very occupied and somewhat lazy so i kinda forgot to write. It's a short chapter but it is to let you all know I'm not done writing yet.

Readers, as always, you are appreciated. Enjoy.

JB

The following Monday Sam, Tucker and Danny all met at their usual place before walking to school. Danny nodded at the two as they matched pace with him. Danny was not a morning person (usually due to the fact that he was up late fighting ghosts). He munched on some toast while Tucker bothered Sam about something.

"Did you curl your hair? What's with the getup today? Not the classic skirt and tank? I'm impressed Miss High Society Manson." Tucker mocked as he bumped her with an elbow. Sam socked him in the shoulder right back garnering a whimpered response from Tucker.

"Don't worry yourself Tucker Foley. My mom hasn't gotten hold of my wardrobe yet. My leggings are black, my sweater is purple, and yes, I still have combat boots on." Sam gestured to her outfit as she glared at Tucker.

"Geez you don't have to get so defensive. I tease you about stuff all the time. Even I know that it would be terrible to wear a skirt and tank in this cold weather." Tucker puffed visible clouds of air from his mouth to make his point.

"Your telling me. This weather is messing with my ghost sense. I don't know if it's just unusually cold at night or that I'm sensing a ghost." Danny huffed as he brushed crumbs of bread of his hands. Satisfied, he shoved them into his pockets. Sam and Tucker exchanged knowing glances and Sam was the first to speak.

"I assume you didn't get a great night's rest then?" She queried.

"Nope" Danny looked up from the pavement to glance at Sam's face. Despite the cold, Danny's face immediately went warm and he was sure that if it wasn't for the chilly wind he would be blushing like mad. Man, I have really got to get over the whole "Snuck into her bedroom confession" if I ever hope of carrying on a decent conversation. I just feel like I said what I needed to but she doesn't know yet. He narrowed his eyes in concentration after realizing Sam looked different.

"You get a haircut?"

"Nope" Sam smiled while wrapping her finger loosely in a lock of black hair.

"Uhhhhh…" Danny audibly droned on as he tried to place what was different. His brain was already numbed by the thousands of other thoughts in his head. What was it about her that's different. I can't think in the mornings plus now I'm just brain dead because I realized I've been crushing on my best friend. She isn't helping by distracting my thoughts with her outfit…That's it! She's wearing leggings and a sweater! That is kinda mainstream for her. Maybe her mom got of hold of her wardrobe. Danny shrugged internally. I guess I don't have a problem with the change. Danny's mind drifted to the image of Sam's backside. He reveled in the moment before scolding himself. Stupid hormones again! Would it be back to compliment the way she looks in leggings?

Danny had stopped walking in his concentration and didn't realize the odd looks Sam and Tucker were giving him from twenty feet away.

"Looks like you've got him lovestruck Sam." Tucker teased as he gestured at a frozen Danny. Sam gave Tucker a good shove and walked to Danny and faced him. A face flooded Danny's vision and he recognized it as Sam's but there was something different.

"Your curled your hair!" Danny exclaimed as he brought his finger inches from her face.

"Bingo." Sam replied while grabbing his finger in her fist and lowering it, "Where were you five minutes ago when we were talking about this?" Danny's face scrunched up in thought.

"I dunno, I was tired and I guess with this odd weather I've had to try and determine if each of my breaths is my ghost sense going off or not."

"Hey lovebirds!" Tucker called through cupped hands, "Are you going to stop holding hands so we can get to school on time for once?" Danny and Sam looked down simultaneously to see that Danny's finger was still wrapped in Sam's hand. Sam let go with a nervous chuckle while Danny's wind tinged cheeks flooded with color. Danny quickly walked over to Tucker while he massaged his finger.

"You have quite the grip Sam" Danny commented, in an effort to dispel the 'blushy moment'. Sam recognized the effort and seized her chance.

"Well I'm usually used to you and Tucker playing some sort of prank or surprise so I have grown accustomed to responding forcefully." Tucker shook his head as he viewed the pair now in front of him stumbling over words trying to explain their romantic inclinations.

"Maybe you just didn't want to let go of his hand. Ever thought about that possibility?" Sam jerked her head back to look at Tuck who had a smile forming on the corners of his mouth.

"What'd you say?" Sam asked with eyebrows raised.

"Nothing." Tucker shrugged and looked around as if searching for the person who did make a comment.

Danny and Sam continued their stuttering apologetic form of flirting until they hit the stairs of Casper High. Once in view of hundreds of other students the glares, glances, and gossip began. Sections of conversation about Sam's demon possession and mysterious disappearance at the dance flitted towards the three as they shuffled to their lockers. The number of stares sent their direction was noted by Danny. Apparently, he wasn't the only person that noticed Sam's well shaped butt. Most likely from all the running she does, Danny concluded. His emotions flared as he longed to lash out at the gaping faces. Do they think they can just look at my girl like that? There I go again, being possessive of a girl that doesn't carry the relationship status of girlfriend. I'll make them think twice about staring by giving them a dose of "bad luck". Danny had once again paused in thought with his locker door open and his eyes seemingly looking beyond that.

"Danny, your drifting off again." Sam said with a slight worry in her voice.

"Oh, right, sorry," Danny shook his head and shut his locker, "I just hate that after a few days people are still thinking that you are demon possessed. I mean, we live in a town riddled with ghostly activity. If the same thing happened to anyone else everybody would think it was a ghost or something but since it's you then everyone assumes it's demon possession. That wouldn't even be a…"

"Danny. It's fine." Sam placed a hand on Danny's shoulder. His head shot up from where it was glancing at the ground to where she had rested her hand.

"Really?"

Sam let out a deep breath and smiled confidently. "Yeah, it's not like this is the first time I've been judged. I hear rummers every day about my dark brooding activities that I partake in after school gets out. I mean look at me." With a blank expression Danny made his way from Sam's boots back up to her lavender eyes. Sam followed Danny's view and shook her head. "Danny, it's just to get you to acknowledge the fact that I am a goth and that means my clothing and personality make me 'stand out' in a way." Sam paused as she looked down at herself, "I guess I'm not wearing particularly unique clothing but with this weather I figured I'd go with something warmer. While bitterly oppose the trend and conformity that it has encouraged but I have to say I am quite comfy." Danny made an "O" shape with his mouth to show comprehension.

"Gotcha, well you don't look bad with your wavy hair and change in outfit." Danny commented nervously. His hand soon found the back of his head and his eyes wandered the floor beneath his shoes.

"Are you saying you don't like my goth getup and that you would rather I looked a little bit more like Paulina and posse?" Sam crossed her arms and set a stern look on her face. Danny stumbled over words and made a placating gesture with his hands.

"No, no, no! Your other outfits are totally fine and all! I was just saying because…umm… thats what you usually wear so I was saying you looked nice in something new you were trying." Sam smirked and pulled on Danny's arm.

"I know what you mean, Dork Fenton, c'mon we have biology together first period." Danny blushed and stumbled behind the girl not minding the stream of stares and increased chatter.