"You dream of Danny?" Danny asked, sitting down in a desk next to Sam. He glanced around the classroom.
"Daniel Fenton, pay attention!" Mr. Lancer barked impatiently. So, the two decided to pass notes, instead.
(Sam is Italicised, and Danny is Bolded)
Who else would I dream of?
But, why Danny?
What's up with you, today? You already know this!
Just, refresh my memory... again.
I dream of Danny, because I like him.
Danny could feel his heart skip a beat. Sam liked him! She liked him? Since when?
Since when?
Since the beginning of highschool, Tuck. Boy, you sure are dense up there, today. You were the first one to know I liked him, remember?
Danny couldn't believe this. She had always liked him! And he fell for her! So, they were a couple, right? But, isn't that when both people know they like eachother? What? Gah, this was annoying.
You know what? I'm gonna tell him, today.
Woah...what?!
Yeah, I'm gonna tell him. I'm gonna tell Danny my true feelings during library.
Okay, but I need to tell you something before you tell Danny.
Sure, go ahead. When Sam passed Danny the note, he reacehd out for it. As soon as the note touched his desk, Danny looked up to see if Mr. Lancer wasn't looking. He was.
"Danny, who was Shakespear's older wife?" Mr. Lancer asked, his patience fading away. "Well?" Danny searched the room, looking for an answer, but none was provided.
He turned back to the teacher. "Doris Day?" The class snickered quietly as Mr. Lancer slammed his pointer on the desk.
"Huckleberry Fin, Daniel! Pay attention!!!"
BRING!
"Ugh, class dismissed."
6th Period
Mrs. Kristen clapped her hands twice, gazing at the faces of her students.
"Alright, class. Listen up," she announced, raising her voice. "Today, this hour is about you. This is your time, today. You're free to do whatever you want." A few huh's were spread across the room as Dash raised his hand. "Yes, Mr. Baxter?"
"Can we sleep?"
"Yup."
"Cool!"As the students disappeared, Sam turned to Tucker.
"Let's go to the library, Danny," she cooed, batting her eyes. Tucker's eyes immediately met Danny's.
What should I say?! he cried.
Tell her no, Danny bluntly answered.
But, then you're denying her.
Oh... gosh. Fine. Say yes, but invite me.
"Sure thing, Sweetie- oh, I mean Sam," Tucker winked at Danny as he passed him, traveling towards the door.
"Idiot," Danny muttered.
The Library
"Thank you, Ms. Smith," was heard from the circulation desk as Danny, Sam, and Tucker walked into the library. Students were seen everywhere, mostly at desks or lounges, reading or studying. Danny watched as Sam walked up to the main desk, going to ask Miss Smith a question.
"Excuse me?" Sam timidly asked.
"Yes, Miss Manson?" Ms. Smith looked up, her glasses sliding down her nose.
"Can you point me in the way of a certain section?"
"Sure thing... which one?"
"The Amazon Forest, please." Ms. Smith fixed her eyes swiftly before pointing to her left.
"Right there."
"Thank you!"
"No problem." Sam waved as she glided towards her two friends. Tucker suddenly jumped as he felt Sam slip her hand into his.
"C'mon, Danny," she whispered in Tucker's ear. "Let's go read about the Amazon Forest." Tucker's eyebrows were raised as he turned to Danny.
Oh. My. Gosh, he panicked.
What? Danny asked, not getting what was going on.
Did you hear her?!
What? Y'all are just gonna go read about the Amazon Forest.
No! No, we won't!
I don't get it.
She's gonna try to kiss me!!
Why?!
SHE THINKS THAT I AM YOU!!!!!!
Oh, snap.
WHAT DO I DO?!
We could tell her.
NO!
Yes.
Danny stuck out his hand, brushing Sam's arm. He recieved a jolt, chills being sent up his spine. "Sam, I need to tell you something," he confessed quietly. Danny dared not to look her in the eye.
"Sure. Whatcha need, Tuck?" Sam casually replied. Danny could feel his temperature rise.
"My name's Danny," he said. "I'm Danny." Sam's eyes grew wide as she released Tucker's hand. She stood there, gaping like an idiot.
"D-Danny?!" Sam cried, mortified. She dug her face into her hands, shaking her head roughly.
"Sam?" he inquired, placing a hand on Sam's shoulder. His friend swatted it away like it was a bug.
"Stop it, Tucker. Or, Danny. Or-"
"It's Danny. Always been, always will be." Sam couldn't stand it anymore. She couldn't help it. Sam glanced up, a dazed look on. She looked around the room, then turned to Danny.
"The room's spinning, Dan," Sam cooed, her eyelids drooping.
"Sam?" Danny held her arms, trying to keep Sam from falling. "Sammy?!" Suddenly, her knees went weak. All in a swift movement, Sam collasped into Danny's arms. "Oof!" Danny grunted, holding his friend. He turned to Tucker and scowled. "I'm glad you're "master plan" worked. Now that she knows that I know that she likes me, she's on the floor in my arms." Tucker clicked his tounge in response.
"Yup. Her brain was just too small to handle my very, very smart plan," Tucker grinned. He watched as Danny gently placed Sam completely on the ground. After he was done, Danny made his way towards Tucker. In a split second, Danny smacked Tucker upside the head.
"Moron," Danny muttered.
Tucker tapped his head, his grin growing wider. "Smart moron."