I didn't go to school the day after that. My mom apologized to me when I got home that day and I just smiled. "It's fine, mom."

I know that she could still see that it wasn't fine, but I didn't let her bug me about it. I promptly deleted Sam's number, even though I knew it by heart. Tucker did take me out for ice cream, which I ate but did not cry anymore. I didn't cry until I was alone.

And when I was alone, I cried a lot.

I loved Sam for so long, and I knew that she didn't feel the same. She told me in my backyard at the beginning of summer. She pulled the bullshit about never saying goodbye out of her ass and then goes and falls for some...some, french dick.

The day I didn't go to school, and my parents went to City Hall to help fix ghost problems...I fell back into bad habits. I don't know how many cuts I made...but it was enough to make the bottom of my shower red.

I couldn't stop and there was no one there that I could feel guilty for. Sam made me feel like downing my whole bottle of Antidepressants that I stopped taking awhile ago. I didn't though, because I did not want my son to be raised by some croissant sucking asshole. But I do think that I have completely obliterated my liver with the amount of alcohol that I've drank.

I'm pretty sure there are only ten bottles left out of the thirty that was in the safe. I drank three the night before.

I'm pretty sure you could probably smell my room from the living room, but my mom didn't say anything to me. I didn't really let her talk to me at all. I drank from the day that she broke up with me, to that friday.

I kept my door locked, even though I wasn't allowed to, and I made sure no one bothered me. Tucker tried to get a hold of me a couple times but finally let me deal with it in peace.

And then he sent Stella.

"He hasn't come out of his room in days...I think some of it is my fault. I got frustrated and said things he didn't mean...but Sam loves him! Right?" I heard my mom said. I scoffed under my breath, taking a big swig of vodka. I was used to the burn by now.

"Um..no. She broke up with him a few days ago and basically cheated on him." Stella said. I heard my mom gasp.

"What about the baby!" My mom's voice was muffled. "She's having it here and leaving him with Danny. I'll talk to him and see if he's okay." Stella promised. I laughed silently, taking another drink. I'm the furthest thing from okay.

"Danny...it's Stella. Can I come in?" She jiggled the doorknob. I thought about just letting her leave. Then no one would know that I do the things that I do. I took one more drink, phased my head out to see if my mom was still there, then reluctantly unlocked my door and opened it.

She blinked at the harsh smell and then hurried and locked the door behind her. I took another drink and sat back down on the floor, blinking up at her.

"Are you here to fix me?" I snapped, but it didn't sound at all threatening because it was slurred. She stopped on her way to walk up to me, looking hurt. I shrugged and went to take another drink before the bottle was taken gently out of my hands.

"This isn't the Danny that I know." She whispered. I shoved her out of the way and got up, making myself small in the corner of my bedroom. "This is the Danny that I am. I'm not strong, I'm not over all these problems I have." I said. She went to walk back up to me, but stopped. "That's not what I meant…" She said.

I gave her a dumb look, then closed my eyes and leaned against the wall. "I just want to forget her." I whispered, feeling a tear run down my face. "But even when I'm like this, she's all that's on my mind."

Stella smiled sadly. "That's normal…" She started. I shook my head. "She broke my heart." I snapped. "I know." Stella said, walking slowly up to me. "That's normal. She used you, and still is." Stella started. "What makes you stronger is that you haven't contacted her. You may not be taking out your sadness in the most conventional way, but that's just because you are human. You have the biggest burden out of everyone in this town, maybe the country." Stella said.

I shook my head. "A lot of people have it worse. People have abusive parents, they're kicked out, they are completely human." I mumbled. She took my face into her hands. "...They don't have to deal with the fact that they are dead too." Stella said. I looked into her eyes, and I saw that she believed in me.

"I know that I told you when we broke up a long time ago that I was trying to fix you. But I think I was with you because you fixed me." She said, taking a deep breath. My mind was getting more and more fuzzy as she spoke, but her words were never any more clear.

"You took the girl from the poor family who did nothing but drink and do drugs to even care about the future she was giving up, and turned her into me. All A's, great friends...I will never be more grateful to anyone but you." She whispered.

And in that moment, even though I was hurting and broken, I looked into her eyes and saw her. What she said was true, that she wanted to fix me because I fixed her. She went to pull away but I placed my hands on her face to keep her front of me.

A part of me knew that I shouldn't have done what I did a few moments later, but I couldn't bring myself to care.

I kissed her. She was surprised, but I wouldn't let her pull away, and we got lost in each other. My mind seemed to clear as I kissed her, and even more so as she pressed her body to mine. But even as I lost myself in her, I felt something that I never felt when I kissed Sam. Stella lost herself in me. Sam always kept to herself and never showed any weakness around me. Stella bares her entire soul.

Stella stayed over for awhile, but I fell asleep because of the massive amounts of alcohol in my system. She stayed there and held me while I slept, regardless if I woke up now, or in ten days. Ten minutes or ten hours.

When I woke up to her, I scrunched up my nose at the smell. She shrugged a motioned towards the bathroom. I nodded, and groaned when the movement forced a headache. I got up and made my way to the bathroom.

I sighed and started the water. I showered for a while, considering that I hadn't showered all week. I am disgusting. I was surprised to find clothes laid out for me. I smiled fondly and put them on, shaking the water out of my hair. I opened the door to my mother.

"...Mom?" I asked and she just came up and hugged me tightly. "I'm so so sorry. I didn't know that Sam was being like that...I-I've never had to deal with a kid almost dying three times." She whispered.

Whenever my mom hugs me, I can't ever be mad at her, no matter what she says. What she said was hurtful, but my whole family is stressed out because of my medical condition. Bills are stacking up, and we are well off, but if this continues we won't be.

"It's okay mom. Sam isn't in my life anymore." I promised. She nodded. "What is she doing about the baby?" She asked. "I'm going to keep him." I mumbled, smiling softly.

"Please...I know what I said, but don't you dare keep your feelings to yourself anymore. I want to know when you are upset, or hurting. I can't handle another week of you locked in your room." My mom said. I nodded.

"I promise." I said hesitantly, but I didn't know if I could tell her every time I felt like maiming myself. She nodded.

"I have breakfast in the kitchen. Stella left a couple minutes ago. Do you want to-" She was cut off by the shrill ringing of my cell phone. I ran into my room, to be greeted with a unknown number that I knew well.

Sam.

I hissed at the phone and just let it ring, putting it my pocket and went downstairs. I sat next to my mom and started to dig into my eggs.

I glared at Sam's number coming up on my caller ID. What gave her the right to call me after what she did. Dating fucking Tyler.

I let it ring again, but it just rang again when I did that, so I finally got up angrily with my phone and went into my backyard, clicking the accept button.

"What." I hissed. I heard her suck in a breath of surprise, as if she wasn't expecting me to answer so harshly.

"...I just wanted to call and ask how you were doing." She said softly.

"Why the fuck would you even think about calling me?" I hissed. "After what you put me through. I'm surprised you've stopped sucking Tyler's dick long enough to even think about dialing my phone number."

Her voice sounded offended. "Tyler isn't like that."

"Do not even talk about that baguette to my face." I knew that I sounded ridiculous by calling that crepe a baguette, but I don't really care.

Also, I'm running out of French food to call him.

"Baguette?" She started laughing. "That's funny. Honestly. That witty banter is on point. Another reason that I wanted to call you is because Jacques will be here February 3rd."

What did she call him? "What did you call him?" I hissed. She gulped through the phone.

"His name? Jacques." She said. "Oh hell no. He is not being named Jacques Tyler or whatever you wanna name him. His name is going to be American. And Fenton. Oliver Jack Fenton." I spit out.

I had been thinking about what to call him for awhile. Oliver Jack was first. I hadn't run it by my dad yet, but I'm sure that he would like it.

"Oliver Jack?" She said, sounding thoughtful. "I like it."

"I don't give two shits what you do and don't like." I snapped. "Is that all? I'm trying to be happy with my family. You are holding me back from that." I growled.

"Bonjour. This is Tee laire." A thick french voice suddenly said from the phone.

"...I thought your name was Tyler?" I asked confused.

"Spelled Tyler, pronounced Tee Laire. I do not like you making my pregnant girlfriend upset with your depression. She is healthy. You, however, are pathetic and need to get over yourself." Tyler snapped.

Shit. "Cool, dude. Just get her to stop calling me. How long have you been dating?" I asked.

"...two months."

Holy shit.

Sam cheated on me.

Not basically, but completely and wholly cheated on me. I quickly hung up the phone and made my way back inside, completely heartbroken again. I sighed as I sat down.

"You okay?" My mom asked. I nodded. "Just Sam...trying to name Oliver, Jacques." I spat, keeping the part that really made me upset to myself.

"...Oliver?" My mom smiled. "You came up with a name?" She squealed.

"Oliver Jack Fenton." I smiled at my parents. I swear my dad teared up a bit, and I knew he was grateful by the way that he got up and hugged me really tightly. "That's adorable. When is he due?" Mom asked.

"February 3rd." I smiled, actually really excited for my son to be here...and away from his spooky-ooky bat mother. We ate the rest of our food in silence. "I'm going to call Pamela and make sure that Sam is coming down to have the baby." My mom said when she was done with her food.

I nodded, letting her take my plate of barely eaten food. I actually felt a bit sick at the moment.

Was Tyler right? Do I need to get over myself? I checked my phone and smiled slightly when I saw a message from Mine, Cameron, Stella, and Tucker's group chat.

Phantom's Bitches [rec] whose tryna hang? xxCam

Phantom's Bitches [rec] always boo xxTuck

Phantom's Bitches [sent] im down lol xxDanny

Phantom's Bitches [rec] me too….:) xxStellaaaaaa

I blushed when I saw Stella's name. I don't remember what I was feeling when I kissed her, or even if I actually kissed her. I just remember feeling extremely content. But not….like large emotional feelings. Not like with Sam.

Fuck. I have to stop thinking about Sam. Maybe I should think about what 'Phantom's Bitches' are going to be doing later. I had hated Tucker for coming up with that nickname, mostly because I was asleep when everyone agreed on it. It had made me feel bad at the time, but had begun to make me laugh over the course of time.

Phantom's Bitches [sent[ where we hanging at? xxDanny

Phantom's Bitches [rec] probably Cameron's house or something. xxTuck

I shrugged. I could live with Cameron's house. Frank always looked at me like he pitied me though. Because I was sober. I rolled my eyes.

Phantom's Bitches [rec] come whenever. franks planning a party tonight xxcam

I smiled suddenly. A party. Booze, drugs, and forgetting all about my shit life. That was something that I could deal with. I could hopefully get Frank not to tell his sister or Stell and I'd be good. I'd just have to hope no one else would tell them.

Frank Smith [sent] I got a favor bro...and you can't tell Cam.

Frank Smith [rec] you wanna go tonight? (;

Frank Smith [sent] obvi. can i?

Frank Smith [rec] was about to send you the invite. keep this one on the DL, cops have been onto us.

Frank Smith [sent] sure bro.

Frank always invited me to his parties, even though his sister tells him not to. He is always waiting for me to actually 'disobey' and come, and tonight he is getting his wish.

Because no matter what I do, I don't get better. Everything just gets worse. So I'm giving up. Offcially.

From this moment forward, Danny Fenton is going to be the biggest drunk and druggie that Amity Park has ever seen.

Hanging out with Cameron was even more awkward than usual, because Stella and I wouldn't even look at each other. Movies occupied most of our time. Around ten p.m., Tucker and Cam seemed to pick up on the awkwardness, so Tuck stayed more with me and Cam stayed more with Stella.

"Jeez, I hate school. It drives me to drink." I muttered when the topic of my missing assignments came up.

"Don't even joke about that." Stella snapped. I turned my head towards her sharply. "Why can't I?" I asked.

She glared. "You know why."

"Oh wow. Now I can't even handle joking about something that used to control me. Read it on every website you can think of, joking about it means you are getting better." I said. Or it means that you are just trying to cover up the fact that you are still doing it.

"Better from last night?" She accused. I dropped my mouth open. "I thought that we were keeping that on the down low!" I growled.

"You drank last night?" Cameron gasped, Tucker paling dramatically. "They have a right to know when you are throwing away your future." Stella hissed.

"Look, I was in a tough situation." I defended. I didn't have time for this. I had a party I needed to go to, to get completely wasted.

"You know that that isn't the way to handle your problems." Stella said. I rolled my eyes, standing my ground. She's one to talk. She's the one who fucking trys to fix people, no matter the motive. Even if her intention were pure, she led me on.

"Just because you saw the light, doesn't mean I have to." I snapped. And I meant it. I didn't expect her to say the hurtful words that angrily pushed out of her lips that I used to adore.

"That's not what I saw whenever you kissed me like you were desperate for the attention." Stella snapped. She covered her mouth with her hand and looked appalled that she had even thought it, let alone said it.

She had reminded me of Sam in that moment, trying to cover up something she did wrong with a defiant look. Stella wasn't Sam, but sometimes, even she could act like her.

I had had enough. I got up quickly and made my way towards the door. "Fuck you." I yelled, slamming the door behind me.

"Danny please, I'm so sorry." Stella rushed out, trying to get me to stop.

"Please don't act like Sam, It'll only piss me off more." I said, shoved her enough to make her stagger backwards, and slammed the door behind me.

"Wow…" Frank's voice said from behind me. I smiled weakly. "What's up dude?" I asked, coming up to him and fist bumping him. He shrugged, looking around the darkness. "You wanna head to the party? Late night parties usually don't get busted." Frank said.

I nodded.

"Most definitely."