Author's Notes: Didn't I mention I planned on doing the entire story? It's almost going to be like reading something different!
Secrets, Secrets Are No Fun
Chapter 2: Rule Number 1, Knowing When To Keep It A Secret
-Danny's House-
-Dear Diary
I'm not kidding these butterflies over Danny are pissing me off. I swear every time I see him or think about him...my stomach gets all caught up in my mouth like I'm on the "octopus" ride at the carnival. You know, I think if I do say something, he'll probably get all scared at the sudden shock at my romantic outburst. Just making me more then a mere friend would make him run for the "Ghost Zone"......
Danny took his eyes away for a moment as he reread the last few lines, his cheeks bright red. "I wouldn't...how could she think that?" He wondered aloud. Shaking his head he looked back down at her thoughts, her words spread across the page.
......I mean, when we slowed danced that time, I couldn't control my heartbeat, yet, since I can obviously hide my feelings well, I looked real calm on the outside. And I know, people all the time call me his girlfriend, and then I spit back that we're just really good friends with a strong connection. Truthfully I would love to be his girlfriend, but he so likes Paulina and that just MAKES ME SICK! It's like if Tucker was shoving meat-loaf down my throat, that's how much it sickens me, maybe even worse. But like I said before, if I said anything it would scare him.
-Samantha
Pulling away for a moment he tried to register the fact that Sam had a crush on him...no more then that she was in love with him. That fact right there, well it made him feel pretty damn incredible. Flipping onto the next page he thought it best to break his one page promise and read on. He couldn't help it, he loved her too and even thought you shouldn't do things like this to people you love...he was just a stupid kid so he honestly couldn't help himself.
-Dear Diary
I hate her! I absolutely positively hate Paulina! Why is Danny's always swooning over her like she's an all mighty goddess? I mean...she's not even that pretty! Who could love a stuck bitch like her anyway? She acts, looks, and dresses just like everyone else out there. She's not unique at all, Danny is way to good for her. He's so different, so speical. But, is that why Danny likes her? Because she's normal? Because he wants someone who's normal? Should I change for him? Great! Another thing tugging at my brain! Well I sure hope she's damned happy with herself! SHE'S SO FREAKING CONCEITED!
-Samantha
Page after page, Sam went on about her dreams, fears, hopes, and feelings and when he finally thought that he could be honest with her something occured to him. It wasn't possible now. If he just came out and started babbling on about his feeling she would know that he got inspired by her words, that he looked into something she held dearly, something she didn't want other people to know about her. How could he possibly come out and say he liked her now? Was there even a chance...how long would he have to wait? Closing his eyes he imagined a deep confession, imagined his lips on hers, his tongue...
He stopped and shook his head before his fantasy got to perverted...
But that didn't matter anymore...he would have to wait until this problem had pushed past, when she had forgotten about it. There would be no romantic confession and he regretted reading the damn thing in the first place.
"Another secret..." Danny mumbled to himself, "This isn't going to be fun." The nerves of hiding something from Sam built up so much that he felt himself phase through the bed and fall directly onto the kitchen table. He cursed loudly as he landed with a bang.
"DANIEL FENTON!" He heard his mother shout from the other room. With a jump he ran to where his mother was, preparing himself to apologize for his mouth.
-Sam's House-
"Oh well, Jesus isn't this perfect." Sam cursed as she threw her head down on her pillow, screaming as loud as she could before her vocal strained so much it began to sting. Rolling over she picked up her MP3 player and clicked into shuffle, uncaring of what she was listening to just as long as it would help block out the fact that somewhere out there some ass hole was probably reading all of her personal thoughts...all her confessions...
Everything about Danny...
Sighing she listened harder and blasted the volume.
"Music is the only thing that can cure the human mind." She mumbled to herself as she let the guitar riffs take her. Slowly but surely she was beginning to forget her whole diary thing. But of course, the next song reminded her of Danny, and Danny reminded her of her diary, and her diary reminded her of how she lost it in the first place.
She groaned as she pulled off the headphone and threw them to the floor. Why did everything have to remind her of him? Why did he have to be so perfect for her? Why couldn't he realize that she was perfect for him? All she could do was think of him and finally, closing her eyes she thought it best to think of him in a postive light rather then a negative light...
So dreamily she imagined them kissing passionatly beneath a bright night sky, on a moon light picnic...in a cemetary...
Oh it was so perfect..and then his hand gently caressed...
And with that she fell into a peaceful, deep, sleep.
-Danny's House-
No longer able to stare at the damned book anymore Danny picked up his phone and dialed Sam's number, listening for her to pick up...when he heard her voice his heart skipped a beat and he couldn't help the smile that came to her face.
"Hi Sam..." He drifted off as he imagined what she was doing before she began to speak with him. He wondered if it was something sort of sexy...jeez he was such a teenage boy. Rolling his eyes at himself, "I need to tell you something." He confessed bashfully.
"Umm Hmm?" She asked in a groggy voice from the other end...well now it was more the obvious she was sleeping...
"You left you book at my house." He tried to come off as cooly as possibly but...
"WHAT?!" She screamed, any lingering sleep completely dissappeared.