Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom or any related characters. All rights belong to Butch Hartman.
Daniel Fenton stared down at the paper in front of him. He was supposed to be following whatever it was Lancer was talking about, but he simply couldn't. There was too much floating around inside his head for him to concentrate on school. One of those things being Samantha Manson, his best friend who was sitting beside him.
Sam could feel eyes on her as she stared at the board, writing notes every few seconds. She looked over and caught Danny staring at her. It had been months since she had spoken more than 10 words to him, and she planned to keep it that way.
Tucker Foley was watching his 2 best friends stare at each other. It hurt to see them this way. All Danny ever talked about was Sam. How worried he was about her. And all Sam talked about was how much she just wanted to be alone. How much she hated the attention she was suddenly getting. Tucker sighed slightly as his friends went back to whatever it was they had been doing before.
Danny sighed and picked up his pencil. He suddenly felt the urge to write. He had never been very good at writing, but he just wanted to write. So he leaned over the paper on his desk, and let his thoughts pour out onto the paper.
She was everything
I could have ever wanted.
She was always there
Whenever I needed her.
She was always waiting
For the day I finally realized.
He tapped his pencil against his chin for a moment before letting it glide across the paper once again.
But that day
Came one too late.
She was broken
Beyond repair.
And all because
I had been too clueless.
He was slightly surprised by how easily the words formed. He wasn't even thinking, he just let everything flow.
The way she stared.
The way she blushed.
The way she yelled.
I hadn't realized
It had all meant one thing.
He looked up from the paper for a moment. He could feel eyes on him. He turned to find both Tucker and Sam looking at him, a slight confused expression on both their faces. Why they were so confused, he couldn't tell. But at the moment he really didn't care. He sighed and turned back to the paper, letting his thoughts consume him once again.
She was always waiting
For me to notice.
She was always waiting
For me to be there.
She was always waiting
Until it was too late.
There was something in the way the words just filled the page that filled Danny with joy. He had never felt so calm before. He liked the way it felt. Letting his emotions spill onto the paper.
I was everything
She had ever wanted.
I was never there
When she needed me.
I hadn't realized
That she had been waiting.
He was slightly surprised at the way he was thinking. He never thought he was smart, but as he re-read what he had written so far, he realized that he was, indeed, smart. Even if it was a different kind of smart.
I had been so consumed
Within my own mind
That I hadn't noticed her
Slipping away.
"Mr. Fenton." Danny looked up to see Lancer staring at him. "Are you following?" Danny nodded quickly. Lancer smiled slightly and returned to his lecture.
I hadn't noticed when she
Stopped calling.
I hadn't noticed when
She became withdrawn.
I hadn't noticed when
She was no longer around.
I hadn't noticed.
Danny sighed, feeling guilty. He never meant to hurt Sam. Never. She was his best friend. She meant the world to him. He tried his best to protect her. And yet, he was the one who had hurt her. He hadn't managed to protect her from the one person who would hurt her the most.
She was always waiting
For the day I finally realized.
But that day
Came one too late.
That one person was himself.