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Theoretically Illogical

Chapter 3: Adventures in Grocery Stores

At Tucker's comment, Sam blushed a deep shade of pink.

That just sounded wrong on so many levels.

Danny wasn't looking much better. His face was beet red.

"…Uh, guys? Are you okay?" Tucker inquired after not getting a reply. His eyebrows furrowed together as he tried to figure out the situation.

"Depends," Sam replied slowly to his question. "What's your definition of okay?" She snuggled her face back into the couch pillow, desperately wishing for sleep. Anything to get away from the current status quo.

Tucker looked at Danny, hoping to get an answer from him. His roommate sighed in defeat. "Look, Sam got locked out of her apartment and needed a place to stay."

Tucker raised an eyebrow, noticing how Danny didn't look him in the eyes. "I have a feeling that's not all." He nudged Danny in the ribs. "Whatcha hiding, Danny?"

Said roommate inwardly groaned, knowing Tucker would never leave it alone…

Was the world suddenly against him?

Rubbing his temples, Danny replied nervously, "She was, uh, drunk."

Tucker blinked a few times. Then, he laughed, and he laughed so hard that he started crying. Sam glared at him through her slightly messed up eye shadow. "Dude!" He exclaimed to Danny, wiping tears from his eyes. "You have all the luck!"

Eye twitching, Sam gave him another dark glare that promised suffering. "And you are really irritating. To answer all of the questions running through your sick mind, I'll reply once: No."

I…hope, she suddenly thought, slightly panicking.

The African American backed away slowly from the fuming girl and his blushing roommate. "Okay…" He figured it would be best not to anger the girl more. "Then can I at least know what happened?"

Sam stared at one guy to the other, her gaze lingering on Danny. "No kidding…care to elaborate?" Her headache was slowly receding, thank God, allowing her to think a little better. However, it wasn't over yet. And from the way Danny was blushing, she figured it was only going to get worse.

"W-well," Danny stuttered nervously, "I was walking to the college park..."

After only five minutes, Sam had permanently hid her face in the couch pillow. Danny looked about ready to die, and Tucker looked to be convulsing on the floor, suffering from lack of oxygen to his brain.

Danny looked up at the ceiling. "I hate my life," he said ruefully.

Sam sat up on the couch. "I hate my life more." The burning sensation on her face doubled as she stared into his eyes, but then quickly averted them.

How was she supposed to look him in the eye after such a degrading account?

What will Tia think? Her thoughts crashed to a stop. "Oh my God: my roommate!" Sam stood up, ignoring her apparent dizziness and coordination. "I have to get back home!"

As she tried to move, her legs buckled, like any recovering drunk would have done. But before she could hit the floor, she found herself surrounded by two arms.

Two very strong, familiar arms.

Still trying to process what had happening in those scant seconds, Sam looked up at her savior and blushed in embarrassment. "Thanks," Sam whispered to Danny as he helped her back up. She picked up her black clothes off the floor, but not ever once thinking about returning Danny's own clothes.

Meanwhile, Tucker ceased laughing, intently watching the scene before him. There was potential chemistry between the two, he concluded, stroking his chin.

He inwardly smirked.

Oh the pictures he could blackmail them with…! He pulled out his handheld PDA, discretely snapping a few shots. He thrust it back into his pocket when Sam carefully began walking towards the door.

"Hey, no problem," Danny replied good-naturedly. "Are you sure you can make it back to your apartment by yourself?" For some reason, he kind of didn't want to part with Sam. And he had no clue why. Clearing his head, he shrugged off the feeling. He was probably just overly concerned with her safety...

Because he'd worked so hard to keep her safe this far. Yeah.

Sam nodded. "I'll be fine." She opened up the door. "It shouldn't be too far from here. And thanks again." She slipped out the apartment room and shut the door behind her.

Danny sighed once more and flopped down on the couch, zoning out like everyone tends to do from time to time.

Tucker sat down next to him. "Geez, you help her out and all you get is a 'thank you?' I think you got cheated."

"I know," he responded wistfully. "She could have at least left her phone number…"

Tucker wisely chose not to reply to that, realizing Danny was still under the influence of a blank mind and a pretty face.

Up till then, Sam had just been standing on the last step of the stairs, overhearing their conversation from the open window.

She raised an eyebrow as she looked back at the apartment door. My phone number?

She rolled her eyes and smiled. Guys, they never changed.

But then she did something she hadn't considered before. She memorized their room number for future purposes. Maybe she'd take a rain check on giving out her phone number.

After all, that Danny guy was kind of sexy…in an adorable sort of way…

Sam eventually found the door to her own apartment on the other side of the complex block. She knocked, hoping to get the attention of her rather unreliable roommate. If she was even there.

Lucky for her, Tia did open the door.

And the first thing Sam noticed was Tia's scraggly and rumpled appearance. Still in the outfit from last night, Tia had smeared make up and slightly green features, her normally cheerful smile a grimace. She walked with unsure feet, much like Sam herself.

"Hey, Sam," she said, holding her head. "Come in, you look like shit."

"Thanks a lot, Tia." She walked in and slipped off her sandals. And then Sam caught a glance of herself in the hallway mirror.

All in all, Tia wasn't kidding. Both the roommates looked like death itself.

Sam grimaced and pulled at her disheveled locks, pressing her lips together. Had she really talked to Danny looking like this? "Oh God," she said, eyes wide. "What a nightmare."

A little dose of embarassment dropped into her stomach, and she fought back a groan at the world. "If you need me, think I'm gonna go to my room and hide my face for the rest of my life." She turned away from the mirror before she could feel any more pity for herself and opened the door to her room.

Sam collapsed on her dark purple comforter, still wondering why she had even gone to the party.

Tia slipped through the door. "So, Miss Antisocial, did ya have fun?"

Sam lifted her head and stared at Tia. "I feel like I've been run over by a truck... Does that answer your question?"

Tia sat down on the bed next to Sam, a questioning glint in her bloodshot eyes. "Not all of it. Where were you last night?"

"Off in loopy land like you were."

"No, I mean where were you: physically speaking."

Sam sighed, racking her brain for something to say. "I was at…a friend's apartment."

Tia quirked an eyebrow. "Who is this friend?"

"…His name's Danny."

"Oh, so it's a guy friend, huh?"

"Judging by his name, obviously."

"Is he cute?" Tia asked, curious, forgetting about her headache for now. This information was more important. Sam did not have friends, much less guy friends.

Sam blushed and avoided her roommate's gaze. "I don't know. I never really paid attention to his looks…"

"You're lying Sam."

"Well, okay, fine. He's kind of cute."

"How long have you known him?"

Sam's thoughts went into a jumble once again. What was she supposed to tell Tia?

Maybe it would just be best to tell her the truth, Sam concluded with a wince.

"Since last night?"

Tia's eyes widened with surprise. "Geez, Sam, I never thought-"

"It's not what you think!" Sam cried out defensively. Sighing, she related the events of that passed night, Tia desperately trying to hold in her giggles.

And then, suddenly, it hit her. "Oh no!" Sam exclaimed, horror overwhelming her. "I forgot to give Danny back the clothes he lent me!"

"Oh, so those are his boxers?"

Sam face faulted.

"…Shut up, Tia."

MONDAY: 3:37 P.M

Danny grumbled as he shifted his backpack to one shoulder, cursing his books. Why did they have to be so heavy anyway?

He had tests to study for in nearly every class, a C average in nearly all of those classes, and God knew how many projects he'd forgotten about. He hadn't even started that purple back gorilla essay yet.

His thoughts were already occupied by something.

Or rather, someone.

Why can't I get that Sam girl out of my mind? he wondered in annoyance. It's not like she's anyone special. I mean, she was drunk! That's not exactly a ringing endorsement.

He looked up at the sky. So why am I wondering where's she at, and how she's doing?

Catching himself in the act, Danny shook himself out of that train of thought and walked into his apartment.

He threw his backpack on the couch, forgetting his homework in favor of his stomach.

Danny walked into the kitchen and opened up the refrigerator to find nothing. Absolutely nothing. (He did not think the empty liter of orange soda would count.)

Danny's eyes narrowed suspicously. Tucker.

Sighing, he took two twenties out of his backpack and then stuffed them in his jean pocket.

I swear, one of these days I'm going to make him pay for all the food…

He locked the apartment door behind him.

So, Sam realized something that afternoon: bicycling to the store with the lingering remains of a hangover was not really the best idea. She still had horrible balance, and that never combined well with a bike.

The sun definitely wasn't helping. Sam sighed dejectedly and crossed the deserted street, letting her thoughts wander. And of course, the subject of him came up in her mind.

Now why she was wondering about one particular Danny Fenton, Sam didn't know. As a matter of fact, all of her thoughts that day were random.

It was probably from the alcohol, she guessed. Or maybe I just feel that I should thank him again for what he did. Or really, for what he didn't do.

She did not want to think about what could have happened had he not been there for her.

Sam was on the back roads of the town, which she had found out, lead to just about everywhere in Amity. She passed by the rows of trees as fast as she could, wanting to get to the grocery store and back as soon as possible.

After all, she had a test to study for.

A very important test. Forty-five percent of her grade.

Narrowly missing a car, she rode up to the bike rails of the grocery store and hopped off. After locking her deep purple bike to the rail, she swept invisible dust off her arms and made her way to the doors.

The grocery store itself looked as thought it just came out of the future. It was one of those "architectural experiment" buildings that someone with too much money decided to build simply because it was a college town. The entire front side was glass with titanium lining. And above the twelve foot doors was a bright neon sign that flashed, "Shoppe a la Future."

Something about having ghost hunters in Amity Park attracted a lot of futuristic things.

Sam just rolled her eyes as the glass doors folded in on their selves, emitting her into the store.

However, just because something looked cool, didn't necessarily mean it was different from everything else. The inside of the store looked like an overly stuffed drug store, random people aimlessly wandering.

And it was there the great crusade began. Sam zipped through the aisles, searching for all she needed in as little time as possible.

In five minutes flat, she had found what she needed.

Advil, Tylenol, and gluten-free, vegetarian food.

Salad! Sam thought happily as she took five bags down from the crowded shelf.

Her stomach growled as she stared at the food, reminding her of its neglect. Now that the alcohol had (finally) worn off, she really was hungry…

…And if eating meant not reading section two of her biology, then so be it.

By the time she had checked out, it was 4:00. Satisfied that she hadn't wasted too much time, Sam walked out the sliding doors with her bags.

Within Shoppe a La Future, Danny had just been minding his own business, as usual, when he couldn't help but notice there was a gap in the shelf in between the the jars of salsa, the hole letting him see into the next aisle.

He, once again, being his usual self, opted to look through it.

And he couldn't believe his luck.

There, looking at the salad choices, in all her sweatpant and baggy t-shirt glory, was Sam. Her black hair was pulled up in a sleek ponytail, and she was without any makeup

A smile lit Danny's features. If there was any time to get her phone number, now would be his chance…

But before he could even walk to the next aisle, she grabbed five bags of salad (was that all she ever ate?) and rushed off.

Danny raised an eyebrow. What was she in such a hurry for? It was almost like she had a major test to study for too, as that was his problem at the moment. One that counted for forty-five percent of his biology grade.

He bit his lip, indecision tearing him two ways.

While he really should go back home and start studying, he realized, it could be possible that this would be the last time he saw Sam…And you know, ask her how she was feeling and stuff...

Sighing, he closed his eyes and focused on his gut feeling. Among general disgruntled hunger, it was telling him to go look for Sam, so he complied.

But with him and his horrible direction sense, he couldn't find her. Out of the entire store, he couldn't find her.

Could it be possible that she already left?

When that realization sunk in, Danny then saw how desperate he really was becoming.

What made him want to talk to her so badly? It was just…there. A want, even a need, to know her. She was bitterly sarcastic, fiery, and hardly even a friendly acquaintance. But she was beautiful, and he could still feel the smooth skin of her stomach, the softness of her hair brushing against him. She'd looked at him too, not just brushed him off.

"Oh man," he swallowed hard, running an unsteady hand through his hair. He knew this feeling; he hadn't really felt it since he'd had a crush on a Paulina Sanchez back in high school.

But his heart was beating faster with even the thought of Sam. And that's what terrified him.

I'm really sorry that it took so long to type this. I feel horrible! I get all these emails pleading for me to update, and I really, REALLY, want to. But I go to pull up Microsoft Word, and my mind goes blank…..

Luckily, I at least know where I'm going with the next chapter, so it shouldn't take as long as this one did.

Ooh! Guess what? I put a foreshadow into this chapter, and I was just wondering if anyone could find it….

This chapter was more of a filler, so it was definitely harder to write humor and other things into it. However, I would really appreciate constructive critisism!

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