So I'm revising my story and I was going to take Jimalyn and Kayla out but people seem to enjoy my character. From here on out, Kayla will no longer be used in this or any other stories. I'm creating a whole new character, I hope you all will enjoy anyway.

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I became close friends with the ticket puncher. His name was Tucker Foley and apparently he's a techno-fanatic. I noticed how quickly he flirted with the waitress, females passangers seated on the plane, and the female copilot. He's a horrible flirter but I admire his determination. Almost like Sam's. Though, he's not going near my baby anytime soon. She's mine and only mine, I don't share! Sam's going to jump into my arms, kiss my lips and love me righteously. For her, and only her, I'd walk through hell and back.

"So dude… Tell me what's the deal with you and your lady friend." Tucker asked me with a slight grin. It was more of a statement than a question.

"She's not my 'lady friend'. She's my baby, the love of my life; my everything. And what on earth do you mean?" I asked aggravated.

"Did she leave you? Did you leave her? Were you guys lovers? Are you two lovers? Does she know you're coming?" Tucker asked me.

"No, she doesn't know I'm coming." I said calmly as I tapped my phone screen and stared at my baby. Of course she's my screen saver, Samantha Adrian Manson is my everything. She's still so beautiful.

"SAM MANSON'S YOUR GIRLFRIEND?" Tucker asked as my eyes narrowed at him. "I don't think she mentioned you to me."

"How do you know my Sam?" I asked slightly growling. He's going to try to steal my baby! Over my cold, dead body!

"She's my best friend and coworker. No one's really attracted to her because of her gothness." Tucker said before adding quietly, "I always thought she was pretty."

"She's beautiful and mine." I said before emailing my godparents. They feel more like my parents than my godparents. I even changed my last name to match theirs. I was once Daniel Masters now I'm Daniel Fenton.

"Wow; so whatcha going do when you see her?" Tucker asked offhandedly.

"Boyfriend-girlfriend stuff." I answer when I noticed the plane was landing. I buckled my seatbelt as the plane flew down.

"So how long have you known Sam?" Tucker asked as the plane door open.

"Ever since I was three," I answered, smiling at the thought, "fifteen years ago."

"Dude, I wish you the best of luck. With her you'll need it." With that he left.

I pondered what he told me. I'll need luck? Luck has nothing on my love for my baby. I don't need luck; I need her.


I walked up the steps onto Casper. I quickly glance around for my baby then gasp. She was sitting under the tree with another girl.

I looked at the other girl; since she was staring at me, for staring at Sam. She's pretty but she's nothing compared to my baby. She was fairly pretty with her clear milk chocolate complexion and long black-ish brown hair that stopped near her forearm. Her hair was wavy that helped intensify her bright sky blue eyes. Her nose was curved and she smiled at me with small thick lips. She wore a silver halter with a diamond jeweled strap around her neck, a jean skirt and some high brown sandals. She also has a bracelet, shaped like a snake that wraps around her wrist and has a second head, one eye green the other eye red.

Not my type.

Next I looked at the person beside her and my heart stopped. My baby! She was sitting next to my baby. Sam looked so beautiful; I could barely stop gawking at her. She had long midnight, oceanic wavy tresses that stop at her hips. Her eyes seem inanimated as she placed hands on her coke bottle like body hips. Sammy's flawless pale complexion made her glowed as the sun rays peaked through the leaves. She wore a sexy, black glossy mini skirt that snuggled her thick hips in all the right places. Love dove also wore fishnet gloves with a black and purple plaid halter. Never in my life have I been jealous of clothing before; that halter hugged her chest perfectly. Her bangs covered her left eye exposing the shimmery purple eyeshadow along winged out liner and massive mascara.

My heart was going 150 miles per hour. I licked my lips slowly. Yeah, now that's my type. Well Sam is my type.

The bell rung and the girls got up slowly. I watched them laugh as they entered the school building. I looked on my watch, I had to rush to class before I'm late.

On my way to class; I saw Sam slipping on some milk spilt in the hallway. I ran to her and caught her before she fell. One hand on her waist and the other hand holding her left hand. She was dipped low like in a dance and her only unoccupied hand was wrapped around my neck. I placed both hands at her hips and eased her back up.

"Beautiful girls shouldn't fall down." I whispered to her. I kissed the crook of her neck before running off.

Her angry outburst sounded through Casper High. It was so adorable; I couldn't help but daydream about her beautiful angry face in the hall way. What pulled me out of my daydream was the sound of a bell ringing.

I was late to class on my first day.


"Ugh so tired." Drained. I was completely drained by lunch.

I noticed someone runinng toward me. Who is that? Oh that's Tucker. I waited for him to catch up with me. He lifted his hand for a high five, which I whole-heartily accepted. Tucker and I walked into the cafeteria, I forgot to bring money to eat. Oh well.

"I can loan you money for today, dude." Tucker said, before he reach for his wallet.

"Can you just get me an apple? I'm not really hungry."

Tucker nodded before leaving me. My mind wander of images full of Sam. And before I knew it, Tucker came back. I greeted him weakly.

"You sound tired, man. But I don't understand. The hottest girl in school flirted with you! What do you have that I don't?" Tucker complained as we looked around for seats.

In my first four classes, I had this Latina girl in each of my classes. She's been sending me suductive looks and winking a lot at me. She even wrote me notes about how 'delicious' my body looks. But I must admit, she is very pretty but when she pinched my butt; all respect was lost. Beside noone holds a candle to my baby.

"Hey new guy." Someone said beside me, "Hey Tucky!"

It was the girl sitting by Sam earlier! Tucker was staring too hard at the cheerleaders to comment back to this girl.

"Uh hi?" I said as she smiled sweetly at me.

"Y'all wanna sit with my friends and me? It's just me, Jazzy and Sammy." She said then my head snapped up.

"Oh well okay." I said as I gestured for Tucker to follow us.

"I'm Jimalyn Williams." Jimalyn said smiling softly.

"Danny-"

"Masters, well now Fenton. I know, I dreamt about you." Jimalyn said that caused me to stop.

"Why?" I asked with my eyebrow raised.

"I have a sixth sense. You're here to win the heart of Sam. Remember this phase: I'm goin' ghost." She said then when we reached the small group, "I caught a hottie!"

Sam rolled her eyes and I blushed. She raise a hand to me, and when our hands connected the world stopped moving.

"Sam Manson." Sam said releasing my hand, "Thanks for catching me earlier today."

"No!" I gasped then each girl stared oddly at me. "I mean noo problem. You're too pretty. I couldn't let you fall." I tried to explain, blushing my head off. What I really was saying no to was the fact she released my hand. I wanted to hold it forever; it was warm and inviting. I guess that's what the love of your life does to you.

"Uh huh." The long strawberry-orange haired girl muttered thoughtfully, "Jasmine Fenton or you can call me Jazz. I wasn't able to meet you last night. I was helping a teacher do some prep work."

"Nice to meet you." I said mentally kicking myself.

"Jazz, didn't you already graduate? Why are you still here?" Tucker asked before he took a messy chop out of his burger.

"I'm doing a case study. My professors allowed me time to come here for graduate points."

All their voices started to sound distant. But who cares? Sam is in front of me! But it seems as if she doesn't remember me.

"So what are you doing at Casper?" Sam asked me. I wanted to say: to make you love me.

"Unfinished business." I said gently before biting my apple. Sam hates liars; I need her to love me.

"Oh; so is that your black, purple and blue motorcycle outside?" She asked me.

"Yeah. I love the color of bright amethyst." I said finishing my apple.

"Me too. I also like oxy stones and emeralds." Sam said and I couldn't help myself.

"What about the aquamarine? What do you think of that color? It matches my eyes perfectly."

Sam blushed and looked around for her friends, who left at some point. Tucker left too. Are they giving us some quality time together? She looked at me and then open her mouth when the bell sounded. Sam rushed out the room, cheeks ablaze.

One thing I did notice, was the smile that was spreading upon those lips.


So I changed and added somethings. Hope you enjoy !

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