AN: Going to be honest right now, if this chapter seems short, well it's because of the lack of views and reviews. If I get some reviews, I'll post the rest of the chapter tomorrow. If not, then I'll probably post it sometime during the weekend. The story isn't even close to the climax so, whether I get a wheel barrel full of reviews or a bucket full, I'll still finish the story. I don't plan on abandoning it but the pace of my update does depend on the number of reviews and views.

I do not own Danny Phantom.

I woke up pretty late. I glanced at my nightstand and saw it was ten till noon. I got up and took a shower. After my shower and breakfast, I decided I would give my mom a call on my way to the grocery store. As I grabbed my keys and locked my door, I realized I don't have a clue to where the closest grocery store is and luckily, my mom said she was busy and to call her later.

I walked over to Taylor's apartment down the hall and knocked. Fridays were her days off, thankfully. I heard noises on the other end and took notice of the sweet smell that filled my nose as soon as she opened the door. Taylor had her hair up in a messy bun, a pair of oven mitts on both hands, and a red plaid apron on.

"Hi Danny." She took off the oven mitts, "Come on in, you can be my guinea pig." I followed her into her kitchen where I found a baking mess. Pans were spread every where, dirty bowls were piled in the sink, and a bag of flour was spilled on the flour.

"Sorry about the mess. Baking can be a little crazy!"

"Oh I can see that." She turned to the two trays of cookies and grabbed one from each.

"I'm working on cake now, but you gotta try this first." She turned around and handed me the cookie to my left first. "I swear I didn't do anything to it." I smiled and took a bite.

"Mmm, this is good, what is it?" She handed me the other cookie as I finished chewing.

"Chocolate chip. It's my great grandmother's recipe. I've been working on an organic vegan version of it for months now and-" I took a bite out of the other cookie.

"Oh my god! You nailed it!" I finished the cookie and reached behind her for another. "And if I do say so myself, I think they taste even better." She blushed slightly and punched me in the arm.

"Hey!" I said smiling.

"That's for lying. Nobody beats my great grandmother's recipe ."

"Well until you came around."

Taylor leaned against the kitchen island grinning and rolled her eyes, "Whatever. Why did you come here again?"

"Oh. I kind of have to go grocery shopping and-"

"Have no idea where the closest store is?"

"Yup pretty much." She looked around and went to wash her hands.

"Just give me a minute. I'll go with you. I'm out of flour."

"Flour for cookies?"

"No, flour for my next goal."

"Which is?" Taylor grabbed a towel and dried her hands.

"My grandma's double chocolate paradise cake of course."

"Let me guess, an organic version." I said with a raised eyebrow.

"Hey eating organic is good for you. Be thankful I'm not a crazy ultra vegetarian or something right." She said as she exited the kitchen.

"Yeah...that would be something..." I couldn't help but think of Sam when she said that.

We walked out of the building and turned on Wabash to head to Kramer's, the closest grocery store unless I wanted to cross the river up north. After about an hour, we came back and my fridge was fully stocked. I told Taylor about the art gallery and she decided to tag along. We were walking along Michigan Ave. when we bumped into one of Taylor's old high school friends. Taylor left to have a quick lunch and said she would catch up with me later.

The Art Institute opened up during the late 1800s-1870 or 1890?-or something like that. It had two large lions at each side of the main entrance. I walked up the steps and got inside. I asked the woman at the front desk where the gallery was being held. She pointed me in the direction of the event room after asking me for an autograph. Now there's something I'll never get use to.

I walked into a white room with paintings hung all over the walls and tables set up with food and drinks. The place was fairly full and there were employees of the institute as well as the artists. I was walking around until something caught my eye.

An oil canvas during sunset at the top of a hill overlooking a town. The oils were mixed in so perfectly that it looked like a really realistic sunset. There was something familiar about it. I don't know what it was but the more I looked at it, the more I knew I had to buy it. It strangely reminded me of home.

I noticed the name of the artist near the bottom and my eyes widened as I read it.

'Sam Manson'

"Um excuse me," A feminine voice spoke behind me, "Are you interested in one of my pieces?"

I turned around and I was face to face with none other than Sam Manson. My Sam Manson.

Danny's POV

It's been four years since we've last seen each other. We were still teenagers, fresh high school graduates. She looked the same and different at the same time. Her hair grew out and was about half way down her back, still naturally wavy like its always been. She was wearing a grey dress with black lace, a worn out dark brown satchel, and black combat boots.

"Danny?!"

"Sam?!" I stepped forward and hugged her. She hugged me back and stepped back slightly to get a good look at me.

"You almost haven't changed a bit."

"Well, I'm barely making changes in my life right now so it makes sense."

"How so?" She asked curiously.

"I barely moved here yesterday." I said shoving my hands in my pockets.

"Really?"

"Yup. The place looked bare and I saw a flyer for this in my mail. Thought I might check it out to see if I would find anything for my apartment." Sam slowly nodded her head and turned her attention to her canvas.

"So you liked my portrait of Amity?"

Amity? I turned to really look at it and I realized why it seemed so familiar. It was Amity Park but not just anywhere. It was the hill Sam and I spent so much time at, the place where I asked her to be my girlfriend. I haven't been there in years.

"I love it. It's the little piece of home I need in my new home." Sam picked up the canvas off the wall and turned to me.

"Take it."

"What?"

"Take it. Free of charge."

"I can't do that Sam."

"Yes, you can. It's the least I could do to make up the poor communication we've had over these years. Plus, think of it as a house warming gift from me." She tried shoving it in my hands but I wouldn't let her.

"Sam, I appreciate the thought but I can't let you do that."

"And why not?"

I slowly started to grin. "For one, it's not really good for any business to give stuff away. Gotta think about the about the profit, Samantha." She rolled her eyes.

"Don't call me that."

"What? Samantha or Sammy?"

"Danny!" She exclaimed with a smile.

"Fine, do you prefer Sammy-kins?" She kicked me in my shin. I almost lost my balance. I wasn't really expecting that.

"Hey! Ow!" I hoped on one foot and rubbed my shin pulsing with slight pain.

"Sorry, but you asked for it. You know I haven't worn these shoes for years until I found them in the back of my closet in the morning. Funny how that happened today." She looked at me smirking evilly but playfully the way only Sam could.

"Yeah, hilarious." I put my foot down. "Are you gonna let me pay for that or not Sammy?" She was just about to say something when a voice rang out.

"Danny! Hey Danny!" I turned my back and saw Taylor walking straight towards us.

Well sorry again for the short update. R&R (Sam's POV is in the remainder of the chapter by the way so...oh and I might just end up posting the rest of it later, maybe...)