Yes, I have come back to this! But this time, it's not gonna flow. I have decided to do just a bunch of one-shots/two-shots/possibly three-shots from now on in this :) Just a little FYI. Alright, enjoy!
DISCLAIMER! Read my profile about disclaiming the characters and all that crap but there is one thing that I want to clear up right here, right now. I have included a poem that I love but it is sadly not mine. It belongs to Elizabeth Pinard and if you go to , and seach "Ode to My One True Friend," you'd find it :) Kay, now ONTO THE STORY!
I lied. I could have sworn I uploaded Chapter 3 on The Story Of Us, but apparently, I didn't :c Leave a review if you read it and if I posted it or not. If not, then screw the first two chapters, I don't feel like re-writing chapter 3 for that so BLEH! Ignore them, they will never be complete.
She was walking home from with her best friends. How am I gonna tell them! It seems impossible! I've got two months; that's enough time, right? Oh, God, what do I do! she thought to herself. They were almost to her house. "He-hey guys, can I tell you something?"
"Yeah, sure."
She walked ahead of them, turned around, and stopped. She swallowed hard before saying, "I'm moving."
All of their jaws dropped. "Sa-Sam, why?" her best friend, Danny, said.
"I-I don't know! I mean, my parents didn't have a 'For Sale' sign up or anything! To be honest, I just found out this past weekend."
"So have they sold the house?" her other good friend, Tucker, said.
"Yeah, and they found a house up in Maine that they 'fell in love with.'" She put air quotes around "fell in love with."
"Do you know when you guys are leaving?" her best friend's sister, Jazz, asked.
"They said in approximately two months."
"Why wait so long?" Danny asked.
"No clue. And it's not like there a break in two months."
"Could you guys leave sooner?" Tucker asked. Danny smacked the back of his head. "Oww! What was that for?"
"Do you want her to leave sooner?" Danny asked.
"No, she just said, 'approximately,' so I didn't know if there was the possiblitiy that she was gonna leave earlier," he said.
"Obviously you don't know the meaning of 'approximately,'" Jazz said.
"What's it mean, Miss Know-it-all?" Tucker smirked.
"It means about, almost, roughly, nearly, get the picture?" she said.
"Yes," he sighed.
"So, two months, and then you're gone?" Danny said.
"Not forever, I hope. Ever since I found out I was moving, I've been begging my parents to let me stay and have them go off to Maine but they're just like, 'No, meh meh meh meh!' and then I say, 'Why not!' and their response is, 'Because we can't just leave you here by yourself,' and I argue back by saying, 'But I could live with Danny or Tucker. I'm sure their parents wouldn't mind! Especially if it's just until high school ends!' but, them being my parents, they say no to every option I give them. Why must they be stubborn like the rest of America?" Sam said.
"I don't know," Danny said.
"Well, you know what we've gotta do, right?" Tucker said. We all faced him with a look of confusion. "Make this the most memorable two months of Sam's life! We've got to make her remember us and Amity Park as best we can!"
"Yeah, 'cause I'm gonna forget you guys," Sam said, sarcastically.
Danny smacked the back of Tuck's head again. "Hey! What was that for!" he shouted.
"I don't know. Guess it's just kinda fun," Danny said. They all laughed except for Tucker who rubbed the back of his head angrily and they continued to walk.
The following two months went by way too fast. None of Sam's classmates (other than Danny and Tucker) knew that she was leaving. Whether that was a good or bad choice, the world will never know. But the two months went by way too quickly. Every afternoon, Danny would come over to her house to do homework and study and then after they were finished with that, they would go down to the Nasty Burger and meet up with Tucker and Jazz. Tucker and Jazz soon figured out not to come much earlier than six because Danny and Sam were never there earlier than six-thrity. Why? Well, when you tell the two of them to study together, usually the outcome is goofing off or getting into stupid arguements that were never serious or something along those lines. On the weekends, the teens would go out somewhere like a water park or something. And in all honesty, Sam really did enjoy herself. Everything in the world seemed to just disappear, especially when it was just her and Danny.
But that good time had to go some time. The day that was dreaded by all of them came around and there was nothing anybody could do about it.
"Where is he?" she asked herself.
"He'll come, Sam. He said he was just freshening up," Jazz said.
"But if he doesn't come soon, we're leaving," Sam's dad said. Sam simply rolled her eyes.
Minutes passed by and soon, Sam's dad said, "Alright, I don't think he's coming. So, say goodbye, and let's get going."
Sam walked over to give Tucker and Jazz a hug. They started to walk away and then they turned the corner, hiding there. Sam started to walk over to the limo when her dad hopped out and said, "Have you seen your mother?"
"No," Sam said.
"Ugh," he said, as he ran into the house to go look for her.
Sam started to get in the limo when somebody said, "Is it safe to come out?" The voice familiar. Soft, sweet, and not too harsh.
"Danny?" Sam said.
Icy blue rings formed and Danny's human self appeared. He was on the steps just standing there casually. He cracked a crooked grin and walked down.
Sam walked towards him and said, with tears in her eyes, "Danny, I don't wanna go. I'm gonna miss you and Tucker and Jazz and fighting ghosts with you and-"
"Shhh," he said, pulling the skinny Goth girl in for a hug. He ran his fingers through her jet black hair; it was so soft and tangle free. They released and he wiped her eyes. "It's gonna be ok. I promise. I'll come visit you as much as possible, I'll video chat with you every night, call you, text you, email you, everything." He sounded so confident even though he had no idea on what was gonna happen.
She nodded and her parents walked out. "Come on, Sam. We've got a long trip ahead of us," her mom said.
Sam sniffled a little and said, "Ok, Mom. I-I'll be there in a second, ok?"
"Alright, just don't take too long, ok?"
"Ok, fine." Her mother sat in the front along with her father.
"Your parents are driving the limo all the way to Maine instead of a limo driver?" Danny asked.
"Yeah, don't ask me why. The almost took a minivan. Man, that would be crazy," Sam said.
The two looked into each others eyes. God, his eyes are beautiful! Should I tell him how I feel before I go? For all I know, this is the last time we will see each other in person, she thought.
Danny place a small strand of hair behind Sam's ear and thought, Should I follow through with my plan? It's crazy; what happens if she doesn't like me back like that? Or what if she doesn't love me like I love her? Then what? So many unanswered questions that day.
There was a silence. "So, I guess this is it," Danny said.
Sam nodded, then gave him a hug while saying, "I'm gonna miss you."
He said, "I'm gonna miss you, too."
A car horn honked and they separated. Sam had tears in her eyes and smiled a weak smile and said, "Bye." She gave a small wave with her fingers on got in the limo.
She looked out the window and said in an almost silent whisper, "I love you," then looked at the ground. Sam knew Danny couldn't hear her nor see her through the dark-as-night windows but she did it anyway.
Danny waved goodbye as the limo pulled away. He turned to go home when Tucker and Jazz jumped out in front of him. "Dude! Why didn't you tell her?" Tucker practically shouted.
"I don't know. The nerves over took me. Have you guys been behind there the whole time?" Danny asked.
"Yeah," Jazz said, putting a hand on Danny's shoulder. "She'll come back, Danny. Do you honestly think that she wouldn't? And if she doesn't, which will never happen, you can always go visit her."
"Yeah, I know, it's just...I don't know. I mean, I've known this day was coming for two months now and I've been planning on telling her since I found out that she was leaving and, now, she-she's gone forever!" He quickly wiped his eyes, hoping neither of them would notice the tears forming.
"Wait, woah, woah, woah, wait. You've liked her longer than what you made it seem to us?" Tucker asked in shock.
"Yeah, but, I've never gotten the courage to ask her out or anything. And, now she's gone and I'll never have the chance to," Danny said.
"Stop saying that! Sam would never leave Amity Park and never come back! That's not like her! She loves this town and her friends and would never just say, 'I'm leaving, bye!' No. That's not like Sam at all and you know it," Tucker said.
Danny just shook his head slightly, looked around, went ghost, and flew home.
Jazz smacked the back of Tucker's head. "Oww! What is the deal with people hitting my head?" He started to rub it.
"You don't get mad at a person for being upset and not knowing what's gonna happen! Don't you realize that he's upset because the love of his life just left for Maine and he couldn't stop that from happening. Sam probably is feeling how he's feeling, that her feelings for him will never be revealed," Jazz explained.
"Wait...Sam likes Danny?" Tucker asked cluelessly. Jazz smacked the back of his head again. "Oww!"
"Of course Sam likes Danny! Haven't you noticed how in the past two months they've been 'studying' and 'doing homework' together? Haven't noticed how she get's all defensive and nervous if you ask her if she likes him? Haven't you notice-"
"Ok, ok. I get it," Tucker said, cutting Jazz off.
"Good. Now, just go easy on Danny for the next few days, maybe weeks, alright?"
Tucker sighed. "Fine."
Sam checked her phone for messages. Nothing. She decided to text Danny since she was bored and had nothing to do and...she wanted to talk to him but wouldn't be able to control her tears if she heard his voice.
Sam: Hey.
Danny: Hey.
Sam: What's up?
Danny: Nothing much. You?
Sam: Bored out of my mind, hence why i'm texting you.
Danny: Great, so now i'm a last minute resort. Thanks.
Sam: No! I'm just bored. Have you realized that even though a limo seems nice on the outside, it's really boring on the inside?
Danny: No, figuring that i've only been in a limo once and i was surrounded by friends.
Sam: Oh, well then...hahaha
Danny: Have you ever noticed how you never say lol?
Sam: Yes, i have noticed. Why? Are you just now noticing?
Danny: ...maybe
Sam: *rolls eyes* wow.
Danny: So how's the trip been so far?
Sam: *glares* how do you think?
Danny: Uhh, let's see. Fantastic? ;)
Sam: Yes, danny, it has been the best trip i've ever been on! :D *rolls eyes again*
Danny: Hey, you never told me so i took a shot! Oh! Check out this awesome emotion i've figured out! :SD
Sam: All i see is a colon S and then a D
Danny: It's an italian dude! See, the colon is the eyes, the S is the mustache, and the D is the huge smile all italians have!
Sam: Wow danny. Just...wow. Only you would think of that.
And the conversation went on and on. Sam then realized that there was satalite TV in the limo and practically celebrated. Her and Danny started watching the same channel and making fun of the show, like the had been doing for the past two months when they should have been studying.
Sam: Well, i'm here. And i have come to find out that we are in different time zones. HURRAY!
Danny: How is that good?
Sam: *face-palm* sarcasm, child, sarcasm.
Danny: ...oh
Sam looked at the house. It was big, probably bigger than her old house. It was surrounded by land and you had to take a dirt road to get to it. There was a big forest behind the 500 foot area of land right behind their house. "Hey, Mom. When is our stuff getting here?"
"It should be soon. But it all depends on what stuff you're talking about," she responded.
"Like, my computer and webcam and all of that. And speaking of which, when will the internet be up and ready?"
"I hope by tomorrow the internet will come up if it's not already up now. Your computer, the actual computer, should be here by next week, and your laptop, I believe, is in the back. If it's not, then I have no clue."
Sam walked to the back of the limo and popped the trunk open. She grabbed her suitcase that had just enough clothes to last her until the rest of them came in. She searched through the suitcase, hoping to find a laptop. Nothing. She moved other things around and then she found. "Yes!" she said under her breath.
It was a struggle, but Sam ended up getting it out. Then she thought, Wait, the charger! She ran back to the trunk and grabbed it.
Sam ran inside, not because she was excited to see the new house, but because she was excited to chat with Danny and get to see his face. Although, she might end up missing him too much and break down in tears. She was gonna take that risk and do it anyway.
Sam: Are you online?
Danny: No. But i can go online.
Sam: Kay, but wait. I'm not sure if we have internet yet or not.
Danny: How can you not know if you have internet or not?
Sam: Because my mom said it's either working or would be up by tomorrow.
Danny: Still not a good reason hahaha
Sam: Shut up *punches playfully*
Sam went upstairs into a random room that she knew wasn't the master bedroom but could very easily be mistaken for it. "Callin' it!" she said aloud, even though she knew nobody else was there. She plopped down on the ground, plugged in the charger to the laptop, plugged it into the laptop, and opened the lid. She pressed the power button and waited for it to load.
Once it was finally up, she put in her password (which was: ilovemyfriend; you can probably figure out who that's directed to) and clicked the little internet button. "Really? They set it up as an unsecured network? Interesting," she said to herself. She connected to it and went straight on Skype. "Yes! He's on!" She immediately clicked his name.
"Woah, guess it's up," Danny said.
She giggled. "Yeah. And I thought I told you not to go on. Shame, shame, shame," Sam said.
"Sorry. Alright, so are you in your room?"
"I don't know. But I called it as I walked in. So...yeah it's mine."
"Can I see it?"
"It's an empty room with white walls."
He closed his eyes, rubbed his temples, and said, "Wait, wait, I'm getting a picture, wait for it...got it! Ok, yeah it's pretty simple." The two laughed. "So what color are you gonna paint it?"
"What do you think?"
"Pink."
"Don't even joke about that!" Sam practically shouted.
"Sorry. Alright, serious time." He got a straight face but couldn't hold it long before the two burst into laughter. "Alright, alright, alright. Black."
"The rents won't let me," Sam said.
"Really? Why not?"
"They're my parents. Need I say more?"
"That makes sense. So what color?"
"This really deep, dark purple. That's gonna be for my bedroom. And since I called this room, there's a bathroom with it so I'm gonna paint it my second choice which is this dark red. Unless this is the master bedroom...which I highly doubt because the bathroom connects to the hallway."
"Ahh, I see." Danny and Sam talked for a while about random stuff that popped into their heads. The funny thing is, the subject of the two liking each other never came up; yet the subject of monkeys in captivity did.
Later, Sam's mom came in and said, "Sam, your bed and everything isn't gonna be in until next week so you're gonna have to sleep on the floor, ok?"
Sam sighed. "Ok, fine. Can I have this room?"
"Yes, that's fine. But the bonus room will not belong to you. It will be the bonus and guest bedroom, understand?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Oh, before I forget, your uniform came in. You will wear it to school every day except for the days you have P.E."
"Wait, woah, woah, woah, wait. Why do I need a uniform?"
"Because I'm sending you to a private school."
"Why?"
"So you can get a better education. I didn't do it at Amity Park because the closest private school was two hours away. This one, here, is only ten minutes walking."
"So now you're not only sending me to a private school, but I have to walk too? What's next? I need to wear pretty little dress shoes and knee socks?"
"Yes, you will."
Sam's jaw dropped. "Can I wear makeup?"
"No."
Unbelievable. She puts me in a school without my ok! Sam thought. "Ok, fine. When do I start?"
"Tomorrow."
"Alright. Fine."
"You need to get some rest, though. It starts at 6:30 AM instead of 7:30."
"What? It starts at 6:30? In this time zone or in Amity Park's time zone?"
"This time zone."
"And it end..."
"3:30."
"This time zone?"
"Yes."
Why is this woman trying to torchure me? "Fine. I'll go to bed once I'm done talking with Danny, ok?"
"Ok. Come down stairs to get a pillow and sleeping bag when you're ready."
"Ok. Bye."
"Bye." Sam's mom closed the door and left.
"Wow. That sucks," Danny said.
"I know! Why does she do this to me? She moves, without my approval, and now she puts me in a private school that probably has the strictest rules ever and denies ever little bit of self-expression," Sam said.
"It could be worse," Danny said.
"How?" Sam asked.
"Well...I don't know. You could be home schooled."
She thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement. "I just can't believe that she would do that to me. Move us to Maine and then put me in a private school. But then again, that's my mother for you."
"Yeah. Listen, my parents are yelling at me to come finish the homework I didn't have so I'll come visit you tonight, ok?"
"No, Danny, you don't have to. I'm probably gonna be tired in the morning as it is and I don't want you to be tired from flying here and back."
"You sure? 'Cause I don't mind."
"Yeah, I'm sure."
"Positive?"
"Yes, now go finish your fake homework," Sam said with a smile.
"Ok, ok. But one last thing."
"Yeah?"
"I-I," he couldn't bring himself to say it. "I miss you."
"I miss you, too. Good night."
"Night," he said and both of them logged off.
Sam sighed. The real reason she didn't want Danny coming over was because she wouldn't want him to leave or would want him to take her with him when he went back home.
She got up to go get the sleeping bag and pillow. She walked down the stairs and her parents were on the couch watching the news. "Where's the sleeping bag?"
"Over there," her dad said, pointing to some place over yonder.
She started walk but said, "Where?"
Her dad got up to go look. After a couple minutes, he finally found it and grabbed a pillow too. "Here," he said, handing it to her.
"Thanks. Good night," Sam said.
"Night," her parents said simultaneously.
She ran up the stairs and into her room. Her phone was ringing. She dropped the sleeping bag and pillow and ran over to it. Why was she so excited?
By the time she got to it, it had stopped. The call was from Danny. "Why is he calling me? I just got off the computer five minutes ago," she said out loud.
She called him back and he picked up on the second ring. "Hello?" he said.
"Hey, did you try calling me?" Sam said.
"Oh, yeah."
She waited. "What about?"
"Oh, nothing. I kinda forgot after a few rings."
"Wow. And I thought a had short term memory loss!"
"Yeah, so did I."
"Shut up!" she said, jokingly. "Well, I gotta get to bed. But, I'll be out of school before you. HA!"
"But I thought you said it was longer days?"
"It is, but I also said that we were in different time zones."
"...true. Alright. Well, good night."
"Good night."
Sam held on until Danny hung up just to see what he would say. "Why didn't I tell her-"
Click.'
"Tell her what!" Sam said aloud. She sighed. "Well, now I regret hanging on," she said, before shaking her head and setting up her "bed."
"Why didn't I tell her that I love her!" Danny said, hanging up the phone. "Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!" He was face-palming each time he said "stupid."
There was a knock on the door. "Everything ok, Stupid?" Tucker said, coming in.
Danny laughed sarcastically. "Heh heh heh. Shut up," he said, glaring at his pal.
"They were your words, not mine."
"Yeah but you're not supposed repeat them!"
"Ehh, deal with it." Danny rolled his eyes. "So, you love Sam? I thought you just liked her as more than just friends?"
"Heck, no. That was freshman year. This is sophemore year."
"Hey, broski, I didn't know!" He through his hands up as if he were innocent and got wide eyed.
"Yeah, I know. What are you doing over here anyway?" Danny asked.
"Well...this is gonna sound really rude but I kinda wanted to play your new game," Tucker said, smiling cheesily.
Danny rolled his eyes. "One round."
"Yes!"
The next day came way too quick for Sam. And she was awaken from her wonderful dream by her mother...and her phone.
"Danny, don't leave, please!"
"I have too. We both have school tomorrow."
"But I'm scared. I don't know what it's gonna be like! And I don't know a single person there! Just, please stay with me until then."
Danny walked up to her and wiped the tears away from her eyes. He kissed the top of her forehead and said, "I have to go."
"No. You don't. You can't." He simply nodded. "No, you can't! Because I love you!"
"I love you, too," and he kissed her lips softly. "But I have to go."
"Before you leave, can I ask you one last thing?"
"Yes, my love, anything."
"Will you kiss me again?" He did so more than willingly.
But the dream ended. Stupid mother, Sam thought. "Sam, come on! You need to get up. How late were you up last night?"
Sam moaned. "Mom...what time is it?"
"About 5:30. Now, you need to get up!"
"5:30 this time zone?"
"Yes ma'am, and your school starts in an hour. I have layed out your uniform. Get dressed now." Her mother left and Sam just plopped her head back down, hoping to return to her dream. "Get up!" her mother yelled.
Next thing Sam knew, a blinding light was on. "Mom!"
"Sorry sweetie, but you need to get up."
"Ugh," Sam said. She finally got the energy to move and went to turn off her light. Her uniform didn't look half bad in the dark. Actually, she kinda liked it. It was a button down white blouse with an awesome tie, a squart that looked black in the dark but turned out to be navy blue, knee highs (which Sam despised), and a pair of dress shoes. Over all, it wasn't have bad.
She had trouble figuring out how to get the tie on at first then remembered how to get it on from helping Danny with his once before. Danny...she thought dreamfully. Then she snapped out of it. She made her tie slightly looser, grabbed her socks and shoes and headed downstairs. "Breakfast?" her mother asked.
Sam shook her head and laid down on the couch; she on the verge of falling to sleep again. "Sam, you need to wake up," her mother said once more.
"I am up," Sam moaned.
"No, you went back to sleep. It's 6:10 now. I'll drive you to school today because it's your first day and everything, but you will be walking most days, understand?" her mother said.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Sam said, still half asleep.
"Ok. Now let's get in the car. Do you have all your things in your backpack?"
"I think so."
"Good. Go grab it and take the money off of the table so you can order lunch today. And, make sure you remember to put your shoes on, ok?"
"Yes, ma'am." Sam did what she was told and put her shoes on in the car.
It took less than a minute to get there. It was a small school compared to Casper High, but this was practically a 5000 population town. "Well, here we are," Sam's mother said. "Do you want me to go in with you or do you wanna just escort yourself in?"
"Mom, I'm 15. I think I can handle myself," Sam said.
"Well, alright. I love you."
"Ok," Sam said. She never told anybody "I love you" before. Why? Who knows. She grabbed her stuff and hopped out of the car, yawning for the billionth time since they left home thirty seconds ago.
She knew who her homeroom teacher was, but didn't know where to look for him or what he looked like. So she walked in and asked some random person, "Hey, do you know where Mr. Ketchup is?"
"You mean Mr. Cat-sup?" The kid just laughed. Freshman, always the same.
"Yeah, whatever. Do you know where his classroom is?" she asked.
"Sure. Go down the halls right there and take a left at the first opening, I guess. Then walk down there and he's the third classroom on the right."
"Ok, thanks," Sam said with a smile and walking off. She realized that it was still super dark outside which made her yawn again as she walked into the classroom. "Hi, is this Mr. Catsup's classroom?" she asked. She didn't pay attention the sign outside and even if she did, she would ask just make sure.
"Yes, it is. But most of the kids call me Mr. Ketchup, just a little FYI," he said with a smile. Jerk! she thought, directing it towards the kid her directed her here.
"Oh, well ok," she said, simply. The teacher was young, or younger compared to the teachers she was used to seeing every day back home at Amity Park.
"You must be Samantha Manson," Mr. Ketchup said.
"Sam. I hate it when people call me Samantha," she said.
"Ahh, yes. I understand. Sam it is, then. So tell me a little bit about yourself. Where you came from, what your likes and dislikes are, your hobbies, what your friends back home are like-" That hit hard on Sam, she even winced a little. "Is everything ok?" Mr. Ketchup asked.
She was startled. "Hmm? Oh, yeah, um, everything's great. Just...I had to leave my best friends behind and they're in a whole different time zone and everything and it's just gonna be hard to keep in touch with, that's all."
"What are they like?" he asked.
"Well...one is the best person you will ever meet. He is sweet, kind, loyal to his friends, would give everything to protect the people he loves," -she was referring to him fighting ghosts everyday but tried to keep it descreet- "he's not afraid to have fun, he's somewhat sarcastic at times, and..." she sighed. This was just gonna make her miss him more and she didn't want to break down in tears in front of her teacher.
"Everything alright?"
"Yeah, um, I just- I miss him a lot, that's all."
"Alright. Well, why don't you go sit down somewhere. And let me get...Hey Cristina!" Mr. Ketchup called over a girl who was small and petite. She looked like she was smart and got made fun of a lot but was the sweetest person once you got passed the Coke-bottle glasses and dorky hair cut.
"Yes," she said, coming over to Mr. Ketchup and Sam.
"I would like you to show Sam around to all of the different classes. I'm pretty sure she has half of the classes you do or her class is relativily close to yours. Would that be ok or would you like me to pick someone else?" Mr. Ketchup said.
The girl smiled and said, "I would love to! Come on, Sam! Let's go sit and talk!" Sam took her schedual and was dragged to seat that she would normally sit in. "Listen. I will show you where each of your classes are today but tomorrow, you're on your own, got it?" She scared Sam little bit as she nodded, trying not to show her fear. "Good. Now, I'm going to go back with my friends that matter, ok? Ok, buh-bye," and she floated off to what looked like the "popular crowd."
"What a bi-" Sam stopped when she heard her phone ring. She freaked out; she didn't know if phones were allowed or not.
She quickly pulled it out to see who sent the text. "Danny?" she said under her breath. She clicked view and read to herself.
Hey sam. Thought i'd send you this quick text before your class started. I miss you and hope your day isn't too crappy ;) hope to talk to ya soon!
Love,
danny
She smiled and was pretty sure she blushed when she read Love, danny. She figured she'd respond quickly.
Dude! Why on earth are you up? It's six thirty here, isn't it like four thirty there? You're insane, fenton, you know that? I miss you too and it's probably gonna be worse than crappy ;) wish me luck!
Love,
sam
Sam had a feeling Danny went back to sleep, but she never knew with Danny. She was surprised when he responded so quickly.
Good luck! And yeah it's about four thirty but i just wanted to say hi before you went off to class :)
Her stomach did a little flip as she responded,
Thanks you're sweet :) well, i guess good night :S hehehe. Good night! Sleep tight!...for the next two hours before you have to wake up...
He responded:
Haha will do! xD
And then the bell rang. The classes seemed to drag on longer than they did at Amity Park. Why does this seem endless! she wondered to herself. The good thing was that Paulina and Star weren't there to annoy the crap out of her. That Cristina showed her to each of her classes but was just like, "Here," and it was up to Sam to figure out who the teacher was.
Last period! Finally! Sam thought. She was back in her homeroom with Mr. Ketchup for the second time today. This time, it was for language arts. "Hey guys," he said. Sam was shocked; he was the only teacher she knew who say to the class, "Hey guys." He said it earlier but Sam was too frazzled to notice. "Today, you guys will work on a poem. It can be an ode, a concrete, a simile, anything. You decide. Now, I'm gonna give you guys the whole class period and you can talk with each other, if you want. It just means you have more homework. This will be due tomorrow morning and I will grade it, so then you will have the chance to present by this time tomorrow. So, get to work!" Wow! He's like the best teacher ever! Sam thought. It seemed to get noisy immediately, but that didn't matter. She was used to studying and doing homework while Danny and Tucker played video games.
Since she didn't know anybody, nor was she in the mood to talk any way, she figured she'd get a head start on the poem. "Maybe an ode to Danny..." she said aloud, but too quiet for anybody to hear.
Mr. Ketchup she was the only one truely working. "Hey, what are you doing?"
"I'm doing an ode to my best friend," Sam said with a smile.
"Very interesting. May I read what you have so far?" She shrugged, then nodded as he took the paper off of her desk. "Wow, this is amazing. And you wrote this all by yourself?" Sam blushed and nodded with a smile. "You've got an amazing talent. I am so impressed."
She smiled and said, "Thank you," then getting back to work. Right when she wrote her last word, the bell rang to go back to homeroom. Lucky for her, she was already there. She turned in her paper and her teacher said, "Would you mind if I read it tonight so then I can have an example for the freshmen?"
"Sure. As long as I get an A," she joked.
"I will do my best to give you one," he joked back. She didn't know why she said that, it wasn't even like her to say that to a teacher that she had just met for the first time. Guess she sensed that he would take it as a joke.
Sam went out to her locker when her phone buzzed. She figured it was just a text and she would check it later. Then it continued to ring, so she pulled it out of her backpack. "Danny?" she said in a hushed whisper. "Dude, what are you doing calling me! I'm still not technically out of school and neither are you!"
"Ah-ah-ah! That is where you are wrong," Danny said with a French accent. "My mom got Jazz and me out early."
"Why?" Sam said.
"Don't know, don't care. I'm out of school at one and don't have to spend the rest of the day there."
"Good answer. But I'm still in school."
"For how much longer? Thirty seconds?"
"No, more like for..." she trailed off when she saw a teacher. She clicked end really quick and shoved it in her backpack.
"You do realize phones are allowed at school, just as long as you don't have it out during class," the kid next to her said.
"Really? So I didn't have to freak out?" She slammed her locker shut and walked away.
"Yeah. And if you paid attention, you would see that about half of the people out here have their phones out," the kid said, but Sam didn't hear him.
She pulled her phone out as soon as she sat back down. She plugged in Danny's number (which she knew by heart) and helf the phone up to her ear. "Hey, what was that all about?"
"Teacher. But apparently, we're allowed to have phones at school as long as it's not during class," she mimiced.
"Lucky! You must have the best school ever!"
"Not really. We have to wear a stupid uniform, no makeup, and these specific black dress shoes. But we do have this awesome teacher, his name is Mr. Ketchup," she said, with a smile.
"Mr. Ketchup?" Danny said in confusion.
"Yeah, it's really pronounced cat-sup but he said everyone calls him Mr. Ketchup," she said, with a laugh.
"So, besides the uniform, you have the best school ever."
"No. I have yet to say more than three words to anybody but a teacher and there's about a billion jocks in my homeroom that remind me so much of Dash. I wouldn't be surprised if they were related."
"Speaking of Dash, he got his butt kicked by some guy named Danny Phantom today."
"Danny! You're supposed to use your powers for good not for revenge."
"Hey, I didn't say it was me!"
Sam stayed silent. "That's just like saying that you're not in Amity Park."
"I'm not."
"What are you-"
"Look out the window." She turned her head to her right and there he was. Smiling evilly at her.
"Did you cut school to come here?"
"...No, I pretended to be sick to come here."
"So, you didn't cut, you just, let's say, cut." She was still looking at as she made facial expressions.
He thought for a moment before saying, "Yeah," and smiling.
Sam's mom walked into the classroom to get her. "Hey, gotta go. The warden is here. Just follow us home invisibly, alright broski?"
"Sure beans," he said, hanging up and flying off.
Sam closed her phone and put it away. "Hey Mom," she said casually getting up. "Aren't you supposed to wait outside for me or me walk home or something?"
"No, they do it different here. Either you take the bus, walk home, or your parent comes in. Normally, you would walk home but I figured I just drive us home today. Is that ok?"
No, Sam thought. "Yeah, that's fine," she lied.
They got to the car and her mother said, "So how was your first day of school?"
"Well, I think I would have been more comfortable at Caspar High, but pretty good over all, I guess." She was too happy that Danny had come all this way just to see her which blurred the rest of the day.
"Really? And you said it was going to be stupid," her mother said, pulling into the driveway.
"I didn't say it exactly like that..." Sam said, but hopped out of the car immediately, grabbing some food on her way up to her room for Danny.
When she got there, he was nowhere to be found. She walked over to the window, hoping he would see her there and realize that that was her room. But, no, of couse Danny, being Danny, had to scare her.
"Dahh!" he said, slightly grabbing her waist for a split second. She sceamed and turned around to see his beautiful face.
Then she gave him a long hug. She was holding onto his neck so tight and off the ground that he just simply walked over to the door, holding her waist ever so slightly, closing the door, then hugging her back tightly.
When Sam finally released, she look straight into Danny's beautiful, icy blue eyes with tears forming in hers. "I take it you missed me?" he said with a smile.
She giggled then sniffled. "More than you know it," she said smiling, embracing him again.
Mmm, lilac, Danny thought to himself. It was the smell of his love's hair and it always smelled wonderful. He was fingering through it as she gave him the biggest, and quite possibly the best, hug he had had in a while. He had missed her as much as she made it seem that she missed him. When the two released, he looked into her unique, gorgeous purple eyes. He just wished she was his so badly. "I take it you missed me?" he said.
She sniffled and giggled and said, "More than you know it," then embraced him. He could still smell the lilac in her hair and, man, did it smell good. She looked up at him again once they parted and she had tears in her eyes. His hand were on her cheeks and he wanted to kiss her even more than he had wanted to come see her. He wiped the tears away from her beautiful eyes.
"You know," Danny started, "I won't be able to come visit you every day like this, right?"
She laughed, softly. "I wouldn't expect you to," she said.
The two just stood there, looking at each other as if they hadn't seen each other in decades and yet it was less than twenty four hours since they'd seen each other in person. "I need to get started on my homework," Sam said.
"Want me to help you?" Danny offered.
She looked at him as if he were kidding. "Funny how you're the one asking me if I need help," she joked.
"I am offened," Danny said, trying to be serious.
"Well, I am sorry, good sir," Sam said.
"No, no, no," Danny said, terribly faking a British accent, turning his head the other way, and shoving his over her mouth as if silencing her.
Sam went crossed eyes looking at his finger. Danny turned his head back around and noticed. "Let's see how long you can stay like that," Danny said, and almost immeadiatly she looked at him. "I guess a split second," he said, still have his finger on her lips.
She pushed his hand away and sat down on the floor with her laptop. "Hey. When did all this furniture get here?" Sam asked.
"Uhh, what do you mean? It's been here the whole time," Danny said.
"Yeah but it wasn't here this morning or last night," she said.
"I don't know," he said.
Once the laptop was booted up, she signed in and then said, "Oh yeah! Mom said that the rest of the stuff would be here today. Now it all makes sense!"
"Wow, and I'm the one who gets help," Danny said.
"What are you talking about?"
"When you made fun of me for offering help to you!"
"Oh that's right! You do need help because that comeback was terrible."
"Well, sorry! I didn't come here to be made fun of, you know."
"Really? You didn't? Huh, could've fool me!" she joked.
"Hey, can I play your Wii?"
"Sure. I'm surprised you didn't ask for the Xbox."
"You know what, I will play that just because you said that."
"Fine, have fun settin' up!"
Danny's eyes grew wide at her, but she didn't notice until he said, "Oww!" because they dried.
"What did you do?"
"My eyes dried out..." he said shamefully.
She just laughed. "How on earth did your eyes dry out randomly?" She just continued to laugh.
"Hey! It hurts, ok?" he said.
"Yeah, and so does stupidity!" and she laughed harder.
Danny couldn't help but to laugh with her. Her laugh is so adorable! he thought. They laughed for a little while, but quietly; they didn't want Sam's parents to come up and wonder how Danny got there. "Ok, ok, ok, that's enough," Danny said.
Sam sighed. "Fine," she said. She then pulled out her homework and realized she didn't even need the laptop so she let Danny screw around on it. It was almost five-thirty by the time Sam finished her homework. "Hey, you want me to go get some dinner for us?"
"Sure, but don't you think your parents will get suspicious if you bring two plates up?" he asked.
"No, I'll just bring up one plate and we share. Or is that a problem?" she asked.
"No, no, no problem," he said, and she went to go get food. Danny turned on the TV to the station they had been watching before she left for Maine.
A few minutes later, Sam came back up with two plates; one with pizza and one with a colorful salad. She always was also trying to hold two classic bottles of Coke at were the sixteen ounces and not the dinky eight ounce. Once he saw her, he quickly jumped up to go help her. He grabbed what he assumed was his plate and a bottle of Coke. "Thanks," she sighed.
"No problem," he said with a smile. "Where did you get the sixteen ounce bottles?"
"I'm rich, should I go on?" she said sarcastically.
"I don't know. Maybe, since my stupidity still hurts," he joked. That earned him a light punch in the arm with laughter following. Danny took a bite of pizza. "Oh, my God!" he said, wtih a mouth full of pizza. "This is amazing! Who cooked this?"
"I don't know, it was out when I got it," Sam said, taking a bite of salad.
Danny opened his Coke. "Well, who ever did, they're a reall good chef. Oh, by the way, how did you sneak two plates up?"
Sam tried to open hers but ended up cutting herself. "Oww!" she cried, then flapped her hand around. "My parents when out with a couple of neighbors. Strange how we're here for a day and they make friends."
Danny took the Coke bottle from her. "Yeah. Are you ok, though?" he said, trying to open the bottle. "Oww!" he screamed in pain. "Man, what is with this one?"
She giggled. "Yeah, I'm fine," even though it was bleeding pretty bad. "Here, let me try again," she said taking the bottle from him.
"Ok. Do you want me to go get you a Band-Aid?" he asked.
"Sure," she said. "They're in the medicine cabbinet in my bathroom over there." She pointed to the bathroom, then got back to trying to open the stupid bottle.
Danny got up to go look. He opened the cabbinet and, like she said, they were there. Guess what they were. Skulls. "Nice," he called out.
"What?" she shouted.
He walked out of the bathroom. "These," he said with a blackmail smile.
Her face went red. "So..." she said sheepishly.
Danny just laughed and opened one up. "Give me your hand," he said. He got tingles throughout him when she laid her hand onto his. He placed the Band-Aid on and it seemed to stick quite well. "There," he said satifactually. "All better." He was half tempted to say, "Do you want me to kiss it and make it all better?" earlier but decided not to.
"Thanks," she said, smiling.
"No problem," he replied and returned the smile.
They ate their pizza and salad and drank their sixteen ounce Cokes while enjoying each other's company. It was around seven-ish when Danny "casually" put his arm Sam, then pulled her close as if giving her a hug. "Do you have to leave so soon?" she asked.
"I never said I was leaving," Danny stated back.
"Yeah, but, you gave me a hug and I know you're about to leave," she said. Once again, she had read his mind, whether he wanted her to or not.
"I'm sorry, Sam. It's just, we have school tomorrow and it took me a whole day to get here. I would love to stay here longer; you really don't know how bad I don't wanna leave you. But it's probably gonna take all night to get back home and then, I don't know if my mom's checked into my room or not and Jazz might not have covered for me and—"
Sam cut him off. "I understand. Just go and be safe, ok?"
The two stood up. "Ok, I promise, I will," he said, embracing her for a tight hug. She put her head on his shoulder and hugged back tightly. Next thing Danny knew was he felt a warm wetness on his neck and shoulder. Almost immediately he pulled Sam back to face him.
"I'll come back, I promise. It may not be tomorrow, it may not be Wednesday, but I promise you, I will come back." He wiped her tears away as he said this.
"Cross your heart?" she asked.
He put an X over his heart. "Cross my heart," then pulled her in for one last hug. After they released, it was hard for Danny to actually leave, but right as he was about to fly out Sam's window, he said, "I promise."
He flew only a couple yards then pulled out his phone. He clicked "Create New Message" and typed in three words that have been holding him back from so much.
I love you.
He couldn't bring himself to click Send so he clicked End instead.
Sam stood at her window, about ready to break down in tears. It shouldn't be this hard! Why is everything so complicated! I just wish we could be together and everything would be perfect! she thought to herself. Then she wiped her nose and eyes and gave a small sniffle before sitting down on her couch and burying her face in a pillow.
She ended up falling asleep there and never realized how comfy the couch was. Her sleep was so deep that her mother came in at about nine to say that they were home and she was undisturbed. Also, that morning, she woke up with red marks all along her arms from the weight of her head resting on them.
"Sam, you need to get up!" her mother said. Yet again, Sam was having a magnificent dream; almost seemed to have just continue on from last night's.
A soft kiss turned into one of the most passionate kisses she had ever experienced. Her arms went from his masculine chest up around his neck. His hands went from her chin and cheeks to around her waist, pulling her closer to him. She found him licking her lips and she opened her mouth slightly for him. The couple was in her room and next thing the girl knew was that she was lying on top of the boy on the couch. Their tongues met and messed around in each other's mouths. When the girl needed air, she looked at the boy and said with a sigh, "Danny." She soon closed her eyes again and pressed her lips against his again. He kissed her back passionately as she messed with his already messy hair. It was his turn to speak after they needed air again. "Sam," he said with a sigh. "I love you."
Just like the last, her mother interrupted her dream. Sam sighed and got up. She rubbed her eyes and looked in the mirror. She noticed she had marks across her face too. "Oh well," she said with a sigh. Her mother had laid out the clothes for her to wear when she came in and interrupted Sam's dream. It was different than yesterday's uniform. Today, it was a t-shirt that she couldn't quite make out the print on in the dark and a pair of gym shorts. She got dressed and went downstairs. "Mom, is this my P.E. uniform or something? 'Cause it's really different compared to the other outfit from yesterday."
"Yes, dear. And you have P.E. Tuesdays and Thursdays. This morning you're gonna walk, ok? You know how to get there," her mother stated.
"Yes, Mom," she groaned. "I go down the driveway to the street, turn right, and continue to walk in that direction until I see a school," she said annoyed.
"Very good. Do you want some breakfast?" her mother asked.
"No thanks." Sam picked up some cash that was on the table, picked up her backpack, said, "Bye Mom!" then left. The walk took just about the same amount of time as it did driving. One good thing about this is that it's saving the enviroment, somewhat, by me walking, Sam thought to herself.
The day seemed to just drag on. In P.E., all they did was run, and everybody seemed to go run slower than her jogging. And then came the dreaded last period: sharing her poem.
"Hello, again," Mr. Ketchup said. "I need to collect all of your poems you were supposed to do for homework if you did not finish them in class. But there Sam Manson wrote a poem that I would like her to read to you. Let me ask you this, first, though. Did anybody else do an ode?" Crickets seemed to go off. "Nobody, just as I would have expected. Alright, Sam, why don't you come up here and read your poem to the class," he finished.
Sam walked up to the front of the class where Mr. Ketchup handed her her poem from yesterday, then he took an empty seat that was in the middle of the class. "An Ode to My One True Friend," she began.
"The day I met you
I found a friend -
And a friendship that
I pray will never end.
Your smile - so sweet
And so bright -
Kept me going
When day was as dark as night.
You never ever judged me,
You understood my sorrow.
Then you told me it needn't be that way
And gave me the hope of a better tomorrow.
You were always there for me,
I knew I could count on you.
You gave me advice and encouragement
Whenever I didn't know what to do.
You helped me learn to love myself
You made life seem so good.
You said I can do anything I put my mind to
And suddenly I knew I could.
There were times when we didn't see eye to eye
And there were days when both of us cried.
But even so we made it through:
Our friendship hasn't yet died.
Circumstances have pulled us apart,
We are separated by many miles.
Truly, the only thing that keeps me going
Is my treasured memory of your smile.
This friendship we share
Is so precious to me,
I hope it grows and flourishes
And lasts unto infinity.
You are so extra-special to me
And so this to you I really must tell:
You are my one true friend,
My Guardian Angel.
Our friendship is one-in-a-million
So let's hold on to it and each other.
We cannot let this chance of pure bliss fly away
For there will never be another."
She looked up at the class before adding the last part:
"I love you.
I will always love you."
The class clapped for her and she gave a small smile. "That is very impressive, Miss Manson. You have a talent for writing," Mr. Ketchup said, getting up from the desk he was sitting in. "Would you mind telling the class who your 'one true friend' is?"
"Umm, sure? It's for my best friend, Danny, who I had to leave behind when I left Amity Park," she said.
"Wait, woah, woah, woah, wait. Is there a possiblity that your best friend is Danny Phantom?" a girl who stangely reminded Sam of Paulina asked.
"Uhh, yes and no," she said. Truth: yes. Lie: yes.
"What do you mean, 'yes and no'?" the same girl asked.
"I mean yes because he is one of my best friends and no because he's not who this poem is about." Again, truth: yes. Lie: yes.
"Oh, because my cousin always talks about him."
"Really," she said, with fake curiosity. "Tell me, what is your cousin's name; maybe I know her."
"Paulina Sanchez. Do you know her?" So that's why she seemed like her!
"Yes, actually, I do."
"Were you good friends?"
Sam had to hold back a laugh that somebody would actually think that. "No, just classmates," and enemies, she added to herself.
"Oh, I see."
"Who else do you know there!" a kid called out. "I have some family that lives in Amity Park and, I'm not sure if this is the high school you went to or not but, my cousin goes to Casper High. His name is Dash Baxter. Do you know him?"
Strange how these people remind me so much of the people back home and yet, they're being "nice" because they don't know me. "Uhh, yeah. Yeah, I know him."
"He says he picks on this geek named...uhh, Tucker, is it? And Danny. Yeah, do you know two dweebs that are by those names?"
That hit hard at Sam, but she sucked up and told them the truth. "Those 'dweebs' are my two best friends. And I really don't appreciate you picking on them when we're halfway across the country from them and you've never met them!"
"Sam, why don't you go sit down..." Mr. Ketchup suggested.
"No! I don't want them picking on my friends that they've never met before! That, that they probably will never meet in their lives! I don't want them picking on people they've never met, just heard stories about!" she snapped.
"I understand. That's enough from you guys," he said. Sam was fighting back tears. "Why don't you go to get a drink of water, that always helps, ok?"
She swallowed hard, nodded, then headed towards the door. Once out of earshot of anybody, she said, "I can't take this, I just can't. I'll give it the rest of the week and that's it."
Danny woke up Wednesday morning, a week and two days since he had visited Sam. He felt guilty for not coming back that weekend. He got dressed and headed downstairs. Everybody was already up and the news was on but barely audible with his dad fiddling with some crazy new invention he'd been working on for the past week or so now.
Danny got himself a bowl of cereal. His dad stopped with the machine at, of couse, the time the newsreporter had just finished talking about something that happened where Sam was. "Hey! Rewind that!" he said with a mouth full of cereal.
"Daniel Fenton, don't talk with your mouth full of cereal and say please!" his mother scolded.
He swallowed the cereal and said, "Rewind that, please." She did and he said, "There! There! There! Stop! Stop! Stop!" His mom hit play at the perfect spot.
"Samantha Manson has just been reported missing by her parents yesterday morning. No other information..." That was just enough to make Danny jump out of his seat and go running out the door, leaving his backpack and everything else behind.
Well, what do ya think? :D Stupid cliffhanger? Yes, I agree. But I is tired and want to go to sleep. I will give you this much: Danny doesn't go ghost until far enough away from his parents' house, incase you were wondering :P And if this is already completed when you read this, well, you're gonna see this again in the next chapter. Any who. Hope you enjoyed this! More to come! Yes, this is one of the two-shots I was talking about.
Love ya guys!
xxSam