Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom and I am in no way affiliated with the show.

A/N: I'm still deciding on whether or not I want to do more with this or not...I might add a few chapters to it, but I'm not sure. This is my first time posting a fanfic, so be gentle! I don't mind constructive criticism, but I don't really like being flamed...and being told that I suck... things like that. Okay, that's about it. Thanks for reading!

"Danny!" Sam cried as she ran into the arms of her best friend Danny Fenton. She loved him and he loved her. She hugged him tightly and sobbed into his shoulder as he kissed her head. "I love you, Sam. Nothing will ever change that, okay?" He whispered lovingly. She nodded slightly.

For the first time in a long time, Sam felt happy. She was always miserable before she told Danny how she felt about him. Whenever he looked at Pauline lovingly, or whispered her name when she glided past him (and he, of course, would go unnoticed by her), or when he babbled on and on about her to Sam and Tucker, Sam felt herself dying a little inside each time. She remained silent, unsure if Danny reciprocated her feelings. One day, when she couldn't take it any longer, she blurted out her love for him. How she had loved him more and more every day and how much it hurt to see him not even notice her nor see her in the same light as she saw him. It was then that Danny admitted to Sam his love for her was true and had always been there. Now she was truly happy. She was dating him and she felt like her life had meaning, like she had a reason to exist.

....

Then, a buzz sounded. Sam glanced up at Danny, alarmed. A melancholy look shadowed his features, his eyes weeping with hurt. "You have to go, Sam. I'm sorry." "No! Danny, I can't! I don't want to ever leave your arms!" Sam cried, but Danny faded....

and Sam woke up.

"Damn..." She muttered, glancing at her clock and seeing it was 7:15. She reluctantly tossed the covers off her aching body, feeling even more empty than before. Every night she dreamed about Danny. A dream that could never come true. A dream that could never become a reality.

She sighed, preparing herself for another day of torture. Another day of Danny overlooking her...seeing her but not really seeing her, another day of his babbling on about Pauline and another day that her love for him would be silenced.

Maybe one day she could tell him how she felt. Maybe she could ease her aching heart and fill its void with his returned love. She could hope...

but for now, she was still stuck on Danny. Sam was always going to be stuck on Danny....at least another day... maybe tomorrow would be the right day to tell him....

Of course, tomorrow never comes for Sam.