Yellow! I am back! With a DxS story no less! Sorry you DannyxSam pple but I declare that Dash and Sam need more stories so I shall supply it with one more! Tee hee! Anyways this prologue is 4 years in the future when Sam is 17 so four years back would be 14 in middle school. The WHOLE story starts out as the friendship/love story between Dash and Sam when they were younger and which will ultimately change Sam and Dash and make them out to be what they are now. J This chapter might seem sad-ish but don't worry. If anything I shall try for a happy ending! (though the happy ending will end where they are older so when Dash smooches -or do more- to her it'd be perfectly alright) By the way for those that read my other stories please don't read them! I totally stopped it cause I got flamed (for good reason) but I'm older (14-15) now so I present older kind of stories! (not older like that) but I might redo the Lovebirds story. It was kinda good. So enjoy! J

Prologue

Sam was cleaning out her locker after school while waiting for her usual friends to join her when something unexpected happened. She was fingering an old notebook that she had kept in the back of her cubbyhole when a photo had slipped out from the pages. The snapshot was worn at the edges, wrinkly from many times of admiration, and was about four years old at first guess but still held an odd familiar sense of warmth. The picture was of a young teenage boy in the woods, half turned away but looking at the camera as he cocked an eyebrow with a small smile at his lips as if to say, 'Why are you taking a picture of me?'.

Sam could've asked the same question as she brought the picture closer to her face for inspection. The boy had blonde hair and impeccably sharp blue eyes with a skinny but not scrawny figure. This was, without a doubt in Sam's mind, Dash Baxter. But why did she have a picture of Dash in her locker, least in one of her oldest journals that she use to carry around everywhere with? Wasn't it blatant to the whole school that she always hated Dash with a fiery intensity because he hated and bullied Danny and Tucker and they in returned despised him? It made no sense why she would keep, or even take, a picture of her worst enemy. Or even, in better thought, when and where did she take the photograph. Or was it given to her? It made no sense! Sam Manson adored being on top of things though this unknown photograph she couldn't remember for her life how she got and why she had it seemed to steer clear of any answers and it frustrated her. So irritated was she, she hadn't noticed when someone leaned coolly on the locker next to hers.

"Hey Manson, where's Fenturd and Geeksquad?" a deep voice rung out tonelessly startling Sam so strongly she nearly jumped in the air.

"Oh! Um, Fenturd and Gee-," Sam shook her head furiously "I mean, Danny and Tucker are not home." A couple seconds later. "I mean I don't know where they are!" She nearly screamed out embarrassed and on the spot.

Dash who was watching her cocked an eyebrow and smiled a little at Sam's obvious discomfort, a smile identical to the one in the picture she held in her fingers… The picture! She snapped her hands behind her back and then internally scolded herself. What, was she so ignorant to believe that Dash wouldn't be suspicious of her odd behavior and not wonder what was in her hands? She wanted to slap herself.

The jock stared at her questionably. "What do you have there?" he asked leaning forward. A small smile slowly tugged at the corners of his mouth. "A script of insults for me," Dash paused "Or a little love note for your Darling Danny?" he said with a certain dislike dripping in his voice.

Sam wanted to hit him. How dare he make fun of me, she fumed silently but kept her mouth closed. For what could she tell Dash? That she had a picture of him when he was younger hiding in one of her notebooks for (probably) years that she had no clue about? And she could also add that she didn't like Danny? Even to her own ears it sounded ridiculous. The best route was just stay silent and leave and she intended to do so.

Sam had started to turn around when he swiped the photograph from her. It was so quick and unexpected that all she could do was count on her reflexes to grab onto his arm as he pulled his forearm back, inevitably pulling her into him. The strength of the tug felt like she was smashed against him as she unintentionally pressed Dash into the locker with her body. Sam's breath hitched from the proximity but didn't release her grip. Something in her gut told her that, even though it was a simple photograph, it was important that she didn't let Dash see it.

Dash's eyes flickered onto hers for a second, unbothered and at the same time wordlessly challenging her to do more before he, despite the fact that Sam held his arm down as fierce as her might could allow, lifted his arm (and slightly lifted Sam herself) to examine the object that Sam had tried so badly to hide.

His eyes widened slightly as his body grew stiff at what he saw and when his gaze shifted to Sam she had to let go of his arm. The look of emotion she wasn't familiar with was so strong she backed away from him.

"Sam…"

Suddenly she backed into something and turned to see it was Danny and Tucker. She turned and ran away from them. From all of them.

She knew at that moment why she had a picture of Dash in her notebook that she kept in her locker. She knew the why, when, what, and how but didn't want to know about it. Because now it hurt her. Because now it made her angry, and sad. It made her wish she did things differently, or that she hadn't met Danny or Dash at all.

But most of all, the most important thing that this new epiphany made her feel was want. The old feeling of wanting to be there for him, protecting him, and making him happy when he was sad arose with a vengeance. The feelings she one-sidedly only gave to Danny.

Sam had stopped running when she reached the wooded area near a river not so far from Amity park.

A young teenage boy in the woods, half turned away but looking at the camera as he cocked an eyebrow with a small smile at his lips as if to say, 'Why are you taking a picture of me?'

This is where it started. Sam closed her eyes as she began to remember in great detail about the boy in the snapshot. This is where they became friends four years ago.

She opened her eyes and laid down on the grassy floor and gazed into the sky.

"This is where we became friends four years ago," She said to no one at all as her mind was washed over with the boy in the photograph. "Right before I met Danny."