A/okay you guys welcome back to ghostly music, this is chapter 4 I hope you're enjoying it so far. Okay so yeah I'm sorry the relationship in the last chapter looked like it was gonna take a long time to come to fruition but that is not the case so don't stop reading, they will be together for the majority in the story, I think I'm gonna make em a couple at least by the 6th chapter if not before, so don't worry.

Alright let's get this party started, it seems like people like this story like way more than I expected. Check out running from the grime which is now finished, so yeah I know it ends on a cliffhanger but there will be a sequel at some point down the line, and for all of you who read the highway, I decided there will be a sequel for that as well.

As for my two oc's ham and skillet ham is the girl and skillet is the boy, so yeah that's not their real names, but Danny and his friends all had nicknames, ham and skillet are the only two in the group who were only referred to by their nicknames all the time. Paul's nick name was blue because she dies her hair, navy blue. And Danny's nickname is phantom (I know original right) no they don't know his secret, but they just think Danny so obsessed with phantom. You'll learn more about them, and there relationship with each other, in Danny's flashbacks, that will occur throughout the story

Okay also, guys I finished a cover art for this story, and I will post it soon. I hope you guys like it. as all of you who read the summary of this story, you know it's musical I know you're think 'um Hun this is fanfiction, meaning reading what the fuck do your dumbass mean, musical. Believe me it can be don't and you will see. Oh and if any of you want me to put a song in the musical let me know and I'll try and incorporate it.

Out of curiosity when Valerie met Danny, how many of you actually knew it was her, because I implied it, but I never out right said it was Val, so I want to know who knew. Also a guy this part in Sam's pov is what Sam was doing when Danny was in his room.

Okay on with the show

Okay time to deal with the reviews all of you who have accounts I responded to you via, pm so I'm just gonna respond to the guest, because I have a policy to always respond. Alright let's start with aj

A J: thanks for reviewing I totally appreciate it.

(I'm not sure if the two guest who didn't put a name or two different people, or just the same people, either way)

Guest one: "Amazing chapter, over doing it with the commas a little but other than that, BRAVO! :D" was your review I'm glad you liked it and I'll try and work on the comma's I hope you keep reading.

Guest two: you said "Whoo, that's a relief, I was kind of scared there for a sec I mean Paul's pregers and she talkin like it was Danny's and that AN really helped calm me down, or I misinterpreted it and the baby really is Danny's? O.M.G I'm not wrong am I? The baby's not Danny's is it? Oh well I'll freak later. BTW's awesome chapter, comma over flow again but oh well.! :O" okay to a response yes it is Danny's kid, but this is strictly DxS you'll see where I'm going with this, Danny doesn't feel that way for Paul.

Anyway I'm glad I've gotten such a good response

Chapter 4: wonderings

Sam's pov

After Danny left, I found myself sitting at my desk finishing my work. Until tucker came, and I was interrupted. Tucker is my best friend, I mean he's like the brother I never had, but he's been unnecessary over protective since the joey incident.

To be honest, the incident changed us both. Rape is one of those things, that is kind of 'oh how sad, the poor thing' until it you almost, get your hymen taken away. Yeah then you see it so differently, and you see the world differently to.

You look at every passing person differently, hell you look at yourself differently, and you question your friends, and your judgment. You question your whole life, and that's just coming from a girl who only almost got raped, I can't even imagine a person who actually had got raped.

Then that leads me down the thought pattern that I'm being a total dram queen, as cliché as that sounds. Because I'm still not over something that happened damn near two years ago, and it didn't even actually get completely raped.

I mean people have been through way worse, so do I still get the right to be affected. Do I still get the right to look at people differently, especially boys? Do I still get the right to start carrying pepper stray, because as I learned that night, I'm not as tough as I think I am.

Do I still get the right to turn down Danny, and other guys cause, I'm scared of how they might hurt me. How they might betray me. Do I still get the right to think of other way's I might get betrayed, and be more cautious when choosing who to put in my right.

Do I still get the right, to keep my combat boot on at all times, except for showering and swimming. Do I get the right to wonder, what couldn't happened that night if tucker hadn't have come that night. If not, what rights do I get, do I get any at all.

Am I wrong, for turning down all those guys, after the incident? Do I get the right to be hurt, from being called a butch? Or do, I not get that right because I'm not a lesbian, do only actually lesbians get that right.

Am I even hurt at all, or do I just feel guilty for ever dating, joey do I just feel guilty for having to be rescued, or not being able to rescue myself. Was I that desperate, to trust joey, to even dare to believe in the possibility, that I might love him.

There was a time that I thought I did. I wonder all the time, how that different that night could have gone, if I had have worn my combat boots. Or maybe if tucker, hadn't have been able to beat him off. Or what if, joey and I hadn't have been drinking.

I mean the only reason, I was drinking was because I knew my mom would hate it, of course I didn't want to drink because, that's all the popular kids, do especially the hoe 3. So what if I hadn't had a mom who accepted me. Would I have ever dated joey?

Would they have ever, adopted crystal it seems I always wonders and never knows. I wonder most of all, if I will ever have the answer. I wonder…

"Hey Sam what's up."

Oh shit, this is perfect now I have to tell tuck about my date with Danny. Not date I mean showing, yeah showing I'm showing him the school. It's not a date despite, what Danny says. I can't let it be a date. Tuck's not gonna like this, he's my self-proclaimed protector, not that I need one.

I have my combat boots, I don't need his protection, but convincing him of that, is easier said than done. Okay Manson you can't do this, just say it.

"I have a date tonight, I mean a showing, not a date, I mean how could it be a date, not a date, okay I'm gonna shut up."

I was blushing furiously, just thinking about the possibility of a date with Danny. No not date, were not dating, it not a date, I don't date. I mean I have to some time, I don't want to be an old maid, but I can't yet. I just can't, even if it was with Danny.

Come on Manson, he's not Danny; it's just what's left.

But you know you'd jump any form of Danny's bones, anytime anywhere.

Shut up

Nah I don't think I will

I hate you

Too bad I'm your subconsciousness.

Damnit

"So wait you, have a date but you don't have a date." Poor tuck he was so confused, he wanted scowl at the fact that I have a date (which I don't by the way)

Yeah whatever helps ya sleep at night?

Yeah anyway, he was all confused, and the other part of him wanted, to smirk at fact I was, stuttering like an idiot. He ended up asking me what the hell I met.

"Wait so, do you have a date or don't you."

"I don't." and yeah I was still blushing, like a fool and grinning like the chestier cat, but that was not my fault my face had a mind of its own, and that was that. It's so weird how part, of me was so annoyed with the fact that I have to see Danny, tonight but then the other, part is jumping to joy at the prospect.

Damn you internal battle…

"So then why are you grinning like the chestier cat?"

He smirked, yeah I think tuck is bipolar or something, one minute he was, about ready to go all god fathers on em, and now he's teasing me about having a crush, on him which I don't.

Yeah because you're in love with him.

Again shut up. Anyway yeah I'm gonna send tuck to get tested.

"Look dork, I don't have a date and I'm not in love with Danny Fenton." I told him still blushing, and grinning. I am really pissed at my face right now. "Yeah and I'm the king of England." Okay that was cliché tuck, real cliché.

"The guy is black mailing me to go out with him, technically." Okay all things considered I shouldn't have said that, because I really don't have to go out with him, which I'm not I'm familiarizing him with the school, and I won't enjoy it.

Yeah I'm sure you won't

Why did my subconsciousness inherit, my sarcasm. "He's doing what!" Yeah I really shouldn't have said that. "Hey tuck, I need to talk to you." Fricken great Valerie swoops in and needs to talk to tuck, before I can set him straight about Danny.

Oh yeah this day just keeps getting better and friken better.

At least you get to see Danny tonight

shut up

Danny's pov

I lay back on my bed, with a thud who knew carrying a semesters worth of luggage, to a floor 13 could be so exhausting. Then we can add that to the fact, that my roommate thinks I'm gonna do something to Sam, and so does my sister.

Then there's the fact that, jazz stole my cigarettes and my weed and my, beer yeah like I said this is hell. Oh and let's not forget the fact, that the bitch in the hallway, the one who jakie chaned me, yeah she dates my roommate. I got to admit, the way this school operates is pretty cool. I barely enrolled and I already know the 411.

I know who's the elite, who's at the bottom who dates, who. Who the goodie two shoes are, who the rebels are. Who's in "spiltsville" as the paparazzi puts it. When I say paparazzi, I mean Matthene Rivers, the head of the school tabloid club.

You see they call this school music school, mainly singing they don't do instruments here. But it's not all singing, it's like mini Hollywood, all cramped in one school. Yeah I know fun right… so basically they have the drama, kids that also sing, and they have the dance kids, that also sing, and then they have P.S.C Paulina Sánchez, star rose, crystal Winchester there the school's main singing group. The school paparazzi's tabloid called caper's inquirer, say there the next big thing. Once they graduate, they got a bunch of record labels ready to take them in.

Right now though they just do covers, of a bunch of pop music. I hate pop music, me personally I like rock, and country yeah I know there so far, from each other, and then I have low key fetish for rap. Come on though they had half naked half chicks in there videos.

Anyway, Paulina star and crystal, there hot but their voices are so annoying, and that Paulina got an ass on her, and those tits, don't even get me started on those tits, I'm thinking maybe before Sam and I start dating, I could have a nice foursome with them.

Of course Paulina and star have boyfriends, but hey when has that ever stopped me. Wait a minute did I just say, 'start dating'. I don't date, oh no not date not me, the closest I've ever come to dating was me and Paul, and we were just friends with benefits, I don't date.

Things change

Shut up, I like my like, I like my threesomes, and my blunts, and my life, I love it. it's who I am now, I'm the ultimate Danny Fenton. I don't date.

That doesn't mean you're not lonely…

Shut up, no I don't date, even if it's sam. Hell especially if it's Sam, she's probably a virgin, hell the way all these stuck up sons a bitches her talk about, her she probably never even gets asked out. Which makes no since because she's beautiful, and smart, and sarcastic, and beautiful and she had these eyes, oh god these eyes, yeah what the hell is wrong with the guys at this school.

I couldn't touch her, no I couldn't, because she's Sam damnit what makes her so different, why is she making my heart beat, me stutter over my words, and my cheeks heat up. why do I want her to fall, in love with me.

To even the score

Shut up no, that can't be it. I can't love her, let alone be in love with her. No that's impossible. Damnit why the hell do I want her nay need her so bad, what it is.

You've dreaming about her since you were 12

No that's not here I can't see that girls face

"Hey dork, I'll race ya to the park."

Scream

Gunshot

Raven hair

Ametyst eyes

Pale skin

Full moon

Damnit why can't I see her face, no it couldn't be her. Who got shot, is it a dream or a memory. Why can't I remember my childhood, my whole childhood is a blank slate. In my weaker moments, I find myself wondering, who I was back then. Did I have friends, what ever happened to that girl?

So what does, it mean it couldn't be her.

Maybe it was fate

No coming her, is punishment not fate, there is no way the girl in that dream

Memory

Whatever, she's too good to be true. She's a tease a joke, a dream girl a thought of a girl that isn't real, and even if she was why the hell would she want me.

Maybe she doesn't want the ultimate Danny Fenton; maybe she wants the real Danny Fenton

Shut up, shut up, that kid that loser, that whip is dead and gone. Sam is just a desk girl

Who happens to look like dream girl, either way she might be the missing piece to your first twelve years, of life and your frozen heart.

I'm gripping the sheets, sweat beading down my forehead, could it be, could Sam and I have been friends, could she be my childhood. Could I have loved her? No damnit even if, even if, we were friends what does it matter.

We're not now, she's obviously moved on she doesn't have amnesia, so even if we were friends, apparently were not anymore. So why does that hurt, why does it hurt, to think that were not friends anymore.

Damnit, why am I wondering this. Why did I come here? Was it fate, not it wasn't I'm the ultimate Danny Fenton, that's who I am I don't need to remember who I was before.

Maybe not but who want to, you want to know who you are, and you want to be love by Sam Manson

Let's pretend for a moment, that I am completely and totally in love with her. Then what, she obviously isn't that girl from a long time ago, and even so if she is then she doesn't want to remember me. So why should I care.

Stop denying it, you do care

I never have before, the only girls I've ever cared about are either family or Paul and ham. And I didn't love Paul or ham, ham was like another sister to me, and Paul was well complicated, but I never loved her, maybe I do love her in a weird way. But I'm not in love with her; she's not my quote unquote Mrs. Write. I care for her, I like being around her, but I couldn't love her.

I never did, I never even wanted, to so why now. Why all of a sudden non family girls, are more than just a good fuck, why now am I even considering being in love.

Not girl's Sam on girl who you are in love with.

No I can't be in love, I don't even know who I am, you can't love a blank slate, clean as a sheet of paper, how could she love me, so why should love her.

You don't just love her, you are completely and totally undeniably in love with her, and you know it whether it's mutual or not, you're in love with her.

Even if I was in love with her, let pretend I am in love with her, for a second which I'm not. What if it's just a phase you know there are different levels of love? There's puppy love, then there's love like me and Paul have, your around each other for a while and you think maybe you're in love, then you think about it, and you realize it's just not there, you're not in love with that person you're in love with being in love. Then there's real true love, deep unbreakable cliché love.

What if I'm not in love with her, what if it's just another phase?

We have amnesia if you are able to remember her, of all people her through amnesia you are in love, real deep unbreakable love, make no mistake about it, Sam Manson is the one for us.

Shut up…

Over looker's pov

An hour in a half later found, Danny in his dorm fully dressed, and ready to pick up his makeshift date, of course the boy still in denial, and an internal battle about the whole ordeal, part of the young halfa knew he was in love with her, then the other part, wanted to keep being 'the ultimate Danny Fenton'.

Being him gave him a since of security, of knowing that no one would mess with him, and he liked that. He didn't want to be the victim anymore, and the boy aloud his obsession with that fact, to turn him into a person he never though he'd be.

Of that brought, on another internal battle, part of him loved being the so called ultimate Danny Fenton, and then the other part, hated himself for being the ultimate Danny Fenton, and wanted nothing more than to just be him.

It seemed like that part of him increased, when he "met" Sam Manson, he didn't understand it, and perhaps he never would but she made him, want to be better. It had only been an hour and a half of "knowing her, and her (as far as he knew), and he already wanted to be better for her. Of course since he didn't remember, the pair was best friends since they were 5, after they met at the park, it made it a lot harder to accept and understand. But never the less, he took the pack of gum jazz as given him earlier, and begins to chew.

He didn't know why, he could have easier drove the RV to a local store, and used his fake id to by a pack, of cigarettes, but something prevented the young boy. The boy having changed out of his, red and white t shirt, but on a navy muscle t, showing off his lanky but well defined muscles.

The shirt sporting a picture of the late music artist bob Marley with a blunt hanging from his mouth, and on the back of the shirt it said "I'm only wearing this, because bob got high". Memories of the time, him and Paul bought those shirts, the girl having a, tank top, belly shirt version of the shirt.

Danny smiled sadly and fondly at the thought, memories of getting stoned with the girl as well as ham and skillet flashing threw his head has well. The boy put on a snap back hat with his Danny phantom logo, on it. His skillet had bought it for him, when he lost a bet to Danny, because he didn't have too much money, and knew Danny "just loved Danny phantom" of course none of his little posy, knew the extent of this, only jazz knew his secret.

For pants, the 16 year old male wore his same jeans he had on earlier. He walked out of his dorm, and headed for the stairs but not before running into, his roommate. His roommate who had the wrong, idea of him.

"Who do you think you are, putting your nails in Valerie, sexually harassing Sam? You leave Sam and Val alone." The normal chipper attitude, of the black boy gone. He was angry, he was in 'protector mode' and there was something off about the likes of Danny, something very off.

"Look, just because I'm not rich, doesn't mean I'm some kind of serial killer, rapist or whatever. I not mad okay."

The boy said in response, walking back toward the elevator trying to avoid, the pointless conversation, he was going to see Sam regardless.

"For your information I'm a scholarship kid, and Sam" said, your black mailed her into going out with her." Well how's that for ironic, the one kid the only friken who was a scholarship kid, and could possibly understand him, hated his god given guts, over a misunderstanding.

Tucker grabbed Danny, by the arm and pulled him back into the conversation, he wasn't getting away that easy. He was Sam's self-proclaimed, protector and to him Danny, was just another joey burg.

"Look stay away from sam." The boy said putting emphasis on each word, he was serious he didn't want to see hide nor tail, of Danny around Sam, but naturally the boy realized, that he needed to be at the social, seeing it was Tuesday after all, so he left the conversation at that, and headed for the elevator leaving Danny to take the stairs.

13 flights of stairs and a stop at the student store, for lilacs Danny arrive at, Sam's office. "Hey Sam." The young boy said, as he found the girl still sitting at her desk, barrier knew deep in her work.

At the sound of the boy's voice, the young Goth girls head jumped, up a grin splitting her face into. Of course she tried, to stifle it but that was the very definition of impossible. "Hey" the girl replied once again attempting in vain, to sound disinterested about the whole idea.

"Come on Sam, time to go, get your head out the book, and let's go." The boy said walking closer to her desk, gently grabbing her hand, and laying the flowers in them. Upon noticing he had brought flowers, she smiled inwardly after getting over the initial shock.

He had fallen into the Danny she knew, once again but like before just as quickly has it came, it was gone. He grabbed her by the waist, pulling their bodies, together Sam giving everything she had into hiding her blush. "We better get to the social where there are witnesses." He whispered seductively in her hear.

The revelation of what he was implying made the Goth girl jump back, releasing them both from the warm embrace, she was in utter shock. Of course she knew he would ever actually rape her, but just the fact that would joke about things made her squirm.

She hated jokes, like that, but never the less, she laid the flowers gently on her desk and got up allowing the halfa to see what she was wearing. She had on an all-black party dress it was thick spaghetti trapped, and it had like a corset look at the top, and then from the hips it proofed out, and it stopped mid-thigh.

It was rather short for her taste, but Matthene rivers, from the tabloid club, one of the only girls who she actually got along with, had talked her into it. of course she was Sam, and she normally wouldn't give into peer pressure, but Matthene made a good argument, the girl always had a way with words.

She was one of the only people besides tucker, who knew she wasn't actually talent less. Anyway after putting on her black choker and her twin wrist bracelets. And her normal purple lipstick, and her black eyeliner. As she always did the Goth girl topped off, her outfit with her infamous combat boots.

Danny's jaw dropped at the sight I mean she was, the most beautiful person she had ever seen, before but then he saw her dressed up, purposely trying to look good, I mean the boy could barely breath. Of course he knew it wasn't a real date, despite how much they both secretly wished it was. But he's take what he could get.

The pair locked, arms and begin to walk into the social. Danny had agreed to use, his first month free pass to get Sam in. which once again surprised her, it seemed he was always surprising her, would he always surprise her she wondered.

a/n: okay yeah I know it's so friken short, but there's a reason for that. The next scene needs to be another, chapter because, if not it's gonna get to clunky and I don't want that, but I'm gonna change my mind and give you a second update back to back give me a few days at the most. i know i know your probably pissed that i didn't show the social in this chapter, but i promise it will be well worth the wait. the social will be extremely interesting. then there's the fact that tuck and danny, are still at odds and i'm sorry dont worry they will be friends... eventually.