It was a cold February day. Danny Fenton, the ghost boy of Amity Park, and his best friend, Sam Manson, were taking a nice walk through the park.

It was a really cold day, though. Like, five below Fahrenheit/20 below Celsius.

"Sam. Aren't you cold?" Danny asked to his friend, who was only wearing a hoodie for warmth.

"No. Not really." Sam said back, pink cheeked and shivering.

"Sam, you're shivering." He said in a concerned voice. "Here. Take my coat."

"No. It's ok. I'm fine." Sam said.

"Please. I don't want you to get sick."

Sam blushed while letting him put his coat around her.

"Thank you." Sam said.

"Your welcome, Sam. You know I care about you." Danny told her.

"Why are you such a good friend?" Sam asked.

"Because I lo..." Danny stopped in his tracks, not wanting to finish his sentence. "Because you are such a good person and friend."

"You're so sweet."

They continued to walk on. Sam not realizing Danny's slip.

When they returned to her house, she gave his jacket back.

"I'll see you tomorrow." Sam said.

"Yeah. See you tomorrow. Bye."

Danny walked away from Sam's house and put his jacket on.

He smelled it.

It smelled like Sam. Her sweet lavender scent.

He smiled. He loved her so much.

He knew she loved him, too.

He knew that they would be together one day.

Danny will tell her one day. One day soon. When the time is right.

Just not right now.