Standard Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom, or any other of my guest stars. These include Superfriends (the reference to Wonder Twins), Teen Titans, DC comics, Star Labs, Metropolis, & JINX. I'd love to own JINX though, I love their T-shirts. I'm a RPG freak.

Warning: Danny and Sam fluff eventually, but lots of complications first.

Chapter Seven: "I love it when a plan comes together." (Danny's perspective again)

Aunt Liz had to return home immediately. She and Danielle had really bonded so my new sister promised to visit as soon as possible.

We took some time to see Metropolis. We got a hotel room in town, but called Danni every night. Dr. Sanchez informed us that she was doing well. Her ghost powers were also intact. She just needs to get stronger.

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Back at Star Labs: from Danni Fenton's perspective

I'm alive, fixed, and have a real family. I can't express how good all of that feels. One of the staff gave my internet access so I can do a few things. I sent an e-mail to the two sisters simply telling them that "I'm okay now." I promised to tell them more when I can.

Today, my new brother sent me an e-mail from a hotel in Metropolis. He told me about his troubles with Sam Manson. I sent one back:

To my new brother:

Danny-I can't tell you how grateful I am to you. You're the greatest. I'm glad you told me about Sam. You must be hurting something awful.

I'll always be there to listen to you-I promise. When I'm back with the family, I'll do what I can to help.

I can't wait to join you guys.

Your loving sister,

Danni

One of the doctors came in today. They tested my ghost powers. Yay, my powers work, and no leaking or getting sick! I should be able to join the folks in a few days.

(Danni still):

The newest Fenton joined her family the next week. Sometimes they still had to take it easy for me. I poop out real quick.

We rented a car and went to Washington, D.C. It was cool to see the Smithsonian Institute. I ended up being pushed around the first day in a wheelchair. We also visited the Washington and Lincoln Monuments, and the White House.

This is so cool to me. I've never had a family, so I've never had a family vacation. Living with Vlad was totally weird.

Danny and I couldn't resist the temptation. We both turned invisible and intangible. Then we took turns sitting in the President's chair in the Oval Office. We took pictures of each other, and then got out of there before we got caught.

We finished our vacation with a Washington Nationals baseball game. I'm not that crazy about baseball, but it was still fun. Jazzie said it was cool that our dad didn't "smell ghosts" the entire trip. I'm not sure what that means yet.

Big brother and I flew almost every evening. Sadly, we had to stay invisible. Mom and dad reminded us that two ghost kids flying around town would probably cause a panic. We don't need the police, or local super heroes chasing us.

See, I can't see another invisible person, so we had to hold hands. That's a definite "yuck" with your brother.

Danny got all sappy one night. He misses flying with Sam. I can't understand why they're not-y'know-a couple. Everything he tells me makes me think they're in love (not that I'm an expert).

When we get back to Amity Park, I'll either get them together, or throw her in the Ghost Zone. Her saying "she won't talk to him or about him" bugs me. Right now, I'd rather slap her than talk to her.

Soon enough it was time to return to Amity Park. This time the government paid the bill for tickets to fly First Class from D.C. to home. Our contact at Star Labs said not to ask questions, but just enjoy it. We were told they have some "discretionary funds"-whatever that means.

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(Danny again):

Back in Amity Park-The good news kept coming over the next week. Danielle is now fully recovered from surgery. Both of us have spent time demonstrating our powers to our parents. She had also called her doctor and teacher friends. They were delighted with all the news, and mom asked them to visit us.

Jazz, with help from Tuck, has organized files, and pictures of our enemies. The files list things like known weaknesses. There's also a file of my/our allies. My folks wanted to see these too. Team Phantom now includes the whole Fenton family, plus Tucker. I don't pretend to know Sam's intentions at this moment. I can trust her to keep my secret, but I don't know if she's still going to be fighting ghosts with us.

Mom and dad also got to witness Danni and I fought Youngblood. I challenged him openly and my partner attacked from behind. Our parents were the backups on this mission. However, two ghost kids were too much for our enemy. He was in the Thermos before he knew it.

Johnny 13 also made a brief appearance. However, when he saw a pissed off Jazz with ghost weapons he decided he needed to be somewhere else. (His pet wasn't a factor this time-mom kept him busy). Anyway, Jazz's not what you call a forgiving girl. I don't think she's had a date since him.

Two ghost kids as backup may have also helped his decision.

Mom and dad created a "light" weapon that kept Johnny's "pet" Shadow out of the fight. In general, our folks create weapons, but they can fight when needed. Tuck and Jazz (usually) take care of research and keeping records, and both can hold the thermos. That leaves us Halfas for most of the actual combat.

This was going to be a long school year if Sam and I can't make up. I'm so frustrated I feel like going into the Ghost Zone and starting some fights myself. Kicking butt is good therapy Jazz says. I agree.

School's almost here and I still haven't heard from Sam. She calls Tuck every two or three days, but not me. I can't get through to her-cell phone, text messages, e-mail, I've tried them all. She won't take messages from me through Tuck either. I'm going crazy.

Danielle swears she'll find a way to help. I don't know what else to do.

Jazz has spent a lot of time talking to me too. Usually I laugh at her acting like a psychologist, but lately I've been thankful to have someone to talk to about my stupid feelings. I'm grateful, but that doesn't change the fact that she's an overbearing sister. Some things never change.

I was desperate enough to tell both of my sisters about the "almost-kiss" Friday night. They both believe I blew it royally. I should have followed up and asked her for a formal date. I made it look like I was playing with her feelings.

I agree I was stupid, and inconsiderate. Still I can't believe it was bad enough to lose my best friend for life.

They understand why Sam is mad, but they can't figure out why she won't even talk to me. Jazz says that doesn't sound like the Sam we know. I agree. There has to be something more. We're all missing some detail here.

I'm spending more time with my sisters for a reason. I'm hardly talking to Tucker now. He and Sam are all "buddy-buddy," and I'm on the outside. The traitor claims it isn't his fault, and I shouldn't be mad at him. Whatever.

"Fine," I screamed at him on our last phone call, "you and your precious Sam can have each other." Tuck and I haven't spoken since.

We also are busy planning a new bedroom. The two girls are bunking up for now, but the folks want Danni to have her own room. That'll probably mean an addition. Of course, it would be easier if half our house wasn't dedicated to ghost equipment.

But, it's great that the equipment isn't being used to destroy Danny Phantom.

Danielle's doctor and teacher friend came to visit on Friday night. They're both in their late twenties. They had dinner with all of us. Mom (but mostly dad) was as weird as always. Still, the two sisters said they were happy to see Danni happy and healthy. They'll stay in touch with us.

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Tuck called and begged me to do something with him. It's been four days since we talked. He feels bad about this thing with Sam, and that it's hurt our friendship. I relented and we hung out Saturday afternoon. We played video games-as usual. We didn't talk much, but that's nothing new.

While I'd been gone, he'd gotten new glasses-which were cool. He was also trying out some new clothes. He said the new look made him more of a "babe magnet" than ever. Whatever. He still wears that geeky beret

It was awkward, but better than I feared. At least I didn't hit him. We had both agreed not to mention 'you know who.' I'm still not sure he and I are friends.

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Tucker's Perspective: entered into his digital journal:

I couldn't stand it anymore. I had to call Danny. I'm lonely, and I hate it that he hates me. I'm also mad that Sam has put me in this situation. "D" and I have patched it up, I guess. I gotta be truthful-I'm not sure about how Danny feels.

I do know we're not best friends anymore, and not being able to mention Sam sucks. It is hard to blame Danny though. The guy is miserable.

What the heck is wrong with Sam? She's had a crush on Danny since I can recall. Eventually (I though) it bloomed into love. Except for that fake idiot Gregor, "D" has been it for her. Not she's acting all weird, and won't even talk to him.

Tonight, Sam called from Paris (I think that's what she said). I'm glad she called after Danny went home. It could've been real awkward. He's pissed that she's talking to me, and not to him. I'm afraid the Tuck, Danny, and Sam friendship may be over.

Anyway, she had a date last night-some smarmy rich brat. Those are my words not hers. She's known him forever, so how come I've never heard of him? Worse, he lives near here.

It's only one date, but she went on and on about how hot he was. TMI. I dunno, it sounds like it could get serious. Even worse, she mentioned she might transfer to a private school to be with Rich Boy. This isn't the Sam I know.

I don't like it. If I tell Danny, it would kill him. He's already bummed out. I'm scared that he's lost her, and now I'm losing her, too. So where does that put me? If Sam hangs out with her BF, and Danny and I don't make up-well, I'm scared of being friendless. That's why I hate my life right now.

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Danni's Perspective:

It's hard watching my brother and Tucker fight all the time. Being Dan's clone, I share some of his memories-and lots of his feelings. The two boys were so close-with each other-and with Sam. Now the only ones who are still friends are Tuck and Sam.

Tuck and I got together yesterday afternoon without telling big brother. Tech boy wanted my advice on dealing with Dan. I told him to quit talking about his calls to "her."

It's killing my brother, and I won't stand for it.

Anyway, I reminded Tuck that he's on call this weekend for "thermos duty."

Tuck came late for "work," but at least he was ready with the back-up thermos and his PDA. The moron apologized and said he'd just gotten off the phone with Sam. I could've killed him! He's having trouble with this concept of not mentioning her name.

I talked Danny out of tossing his sorry butt in the Thermos. He is a Team Member, and we're not exactly paying him. Still I took Tucker aside and "ripped him a new one."

"You can't beat up the volunteers," I reminded my brother when I was through. It was a good thing, 'cuz Danny was ready to kick some butt. You can tell it when his eyes go all ghostly. I wonder if my eyes do that too?

I'm still pissed off, though. Why's the Gothic twit calling Tuck and not Dan? It's occurred to me than Sam and Tuck are together-which would destroy the whole friendship. I took the Geek aside again, and he promised that they're not dating. I can't even say what the Phantom kids would do to him. I'd insist on first dibs.

Tucker claims to still like Valerie. He'd better be telling the truth. He still said there is something-but he can't talk about it, yet. What the hell is going on? I'm not sure Foley and I are friends either. I'm sick of all these secrets!

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Back to Danny:

We had some scary news that same evening that turned out okay. Danielle and I were fighting Skulker when Valerie showed up. I continued to fight the armored creep and sent my sister to challenge the new arrival.

"Just keep her busy; don't hurt her," I whispered to my ghost fighting partner. Tucker stayed in the shadows like I'd told him.

Danni nodded, and flew towards Valerie.

Unfortunately, one of the red cloaked girl's weapons stunned Danni. My sister was knocked unconscious, and she changed to her human form. Tucker, who had been busy changing frequencies on his PDA, finally got the Alien Bounty Hunter's suit under control. Soon, Skulker was unconscious on the sidewalk.

I managed to throw a ghost shield around Valerie to keep her from hurting my kid sister. However, the damage was done. My teen aged enemy now knew that Danni had a human identity. She was bright enough to connect me with my sister. My identity was now compromised, too-since we look so much alike.

I decided to take a tremendous chance. I also became human with Valerie watching. I hope that she doesn't kill both of us. Tucker surprised me by bravely standing between me and Val. That was something Sam would do (sigh).

"Danny," she said incredulously, "you're the ghost kid, and who's this?

"Yeah," I replied, "I am, and this is my adopted sister, Danielle-it's a long story."

"I'm Danni Phantom," my sister responded weakly, "spell it D-a-n-n-i."

"I'm shocked," the red clad huntress exclaimed, "so now there are two ghost kids?"

I explained briefly. I left out the part with Vlad, for now. In fact, I had to leave a lot out. I just told her that Danielle was created by an evil scientist.

I put forth my hand, "So are we friends or enemies?"

"I can't kill Danny Fenton," she responded, "but I'm not sure about being friends either. How about we declare a truce for now?"

"That works for me," I agreed. The three of us shook hands, and Valerie looked at Tucker.

"What's your part in this, Foley?" She asked.

"It's a long story," Tuck responded, grinning. "We could talk it over at the Nasty Burger, my treat." I've known for a long time that he liked Val. He'd started pursuing her not long after Val and I had our brief "thing."

"Just the two of us?" she responded, smirking. (She'd taken off her mask).

"Just the two of us," he responded with his infamous Tucker Foley charm.

"All right, Foley," Valerie said after an awkward pause, "but you're paying. And this isn't a date, so don't get your hopes up."

"I'll accept that… for now," Tucker smirked. The ghost hunter shook her head.

Valerie changed to her street clothes behind a building. She took Tuck's offered arm, and they walked away together. Once upon a time, I'd have been uncomfortable with Tucker and her dating. Now I didn't care.

"Danny, and Danni," my best friend winked, "don't wait up."

"Don't flatter yourself, Tucker Foley," Valerie snapped, "you're not that charming." Her scowl quickly turned to a grin, however.

"So, Foley," I heard Val ask as they walked away, "what's with the new look?

"Do you like it?" ask Tuck flirtatiously.

"Maybe," Val replied.

That was the last we saw of them for that night.

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Danni:

"So, Dan," I said when we were alone again. "Is Metal Head back in the Thermos?"

"Ah, crud," he responded, "I forgot all about him."

He was gone, of course. However, all our enemies are in for a surprise. They now must face two ghost kids. If that wasn't enough to scare them back to the Ghost Zone, we could always have them face mom. Team Phantom has just gotten a whole lot scarier.

"Do you want to go for ice cream?" I'll pay if you loan me the money," I joked.

"No, thanks," my brother replied sadly. "I'm bummed out this evening-maybe another time."

"Hang in there, Dan," I sympathized. "I owe you a lot-you can count on your kid sis to cover your back. I'm going to help you with your love life."

"What love life? You may as well help me find a girlfriend," Danny sighed, "I'm giving up on Sam. Heck, sis, she won't even talk to me. She calls Tuck all the time, but she hates me."

"If she does come back, I'm gonna go Phantom all over her snooty rich ass," I snapped. "Nobody treats my brother like that."

"Please don't do that," he begged gently, "but thanks anyway." The big softy gently reached over and kissed my forehead.

"Thanks, Danni," he said. "It's nice to know someone is loyal to me."

I'm going to do my best to get them back together. I think they're still meant to be sweethearts, but he'd settle for friend. If it doesn't work out, I still might have to kick her snooty rich ass.

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(Back to Danny):

Aunt Liz had called yesterday and made another suggestion. We needed someone in the school system to be "in the know." I chose Lancer, though I'm not sure why. I just hope this isn't a huge mistake.

Mom and dad invited Lancer over Sunday for dinner. After the meal, Danni and I showed the Assistant Principal our secret. He was stunned, of course, but soon he was on our side. He would cover for the two of us when the Phantom kids had to leave school for a "ghost emergency."

He admitted that he might have to tell the principal. Only-however-if it became necessary.

"Phantom of the Opera," Lancer exclaimed dramatically, "remember that I still expect you two to do your schoolwork. Even superheroes need a good education."

There was more good news school-related. Lancer had talked to one of the teachers. Danielle took a placement test on Monday morning, and would be a freshman when school started. Maybe with Lancer on our side, my new sister and I wouldn't struggle with classes as much.

Dad and mom went that day to City Hall for me. They talked to the Mayor, and explained what had happened when Walker had taken over. Fortunately, he didn't ask why ghost hunters were interceding for the ghost kid. He gave Danny Phantom a conditional pardon. Part of it was that he couldn't remember the invasion. Now I just have to stay out of trouble.

There was another cool thing that happened that day. I got a package from an address in Jump City. It was apparently from the Titans. I couldn't believe what was in the package. I so owe them a favor for this.

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(Danni again):

More news: Saturday night my sibs, Tuck, and I all hung out at the Mall. I would've left out the Geek, but Jazzie reminded me of something.

"Come on, Sis," she scolded me, "you gotta admit he came through Saturday night. It was brave of him to stand between you two and Val."

"I'm not sure if he was saving us, or showing off for Val," I argued, making her scowl, "but fine, call him. But, he better not mention her name again."

"I'm not persuading Danny either, Jazzie. If you want Tuck to come, then you have to tell our brother."

She bribed him into it. Big sister had to pay for everything.

She must've read Foley the riot act 'cuz Tech boy kept his mouth shut. In fact, he hardly said a word. Unfortunately, kids from school asked about "her." Everyone is used to seeing Sam with the boys.

Jazz handled the questions about whether Sam and Danny are "still going out." I don't know what was said, and Sis was in no mood to talk about it. She also introduced me to everyone.

Danny just played games. He and Tuck only talked about game related stuff. If Geek boy tried to bring up any other subject, my brother stared him down. I stayed in reserve, ready to pop "T" upside the head.

A couple of boys came on to me. I need to talk to Jazzie about that. I really don't know what to do or say. I didn't learn it from Vlad, that's for sure. The two sisters taught me about girl stuff and sex, but I don't know anything about dating.

Some girls were happy to find out that my brother is not taken. All the girls at the High School seemed to think that D and S were a couple. Three girls were thrilled, and slipped their phone numbers to me to give to Dan. I'll give two of them to him. He'll never hear about the other girl. Jazzie warned me that this girl was a tramp.

One girl was real nice though. I could imagine fixing the two of them up. I told her to hang in there. If Danny doesn't make up with Sam quickly, well…I'll do what I can.

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Monday-Meanwhile, in Athens, Greece (Sam's perspective)

"Hey Tuck, I'm in Athens, now."

"Cool, Sam, what else is new?" he asked. He seems a little distant.

"Nothing new with Garrett, if that's what you're asking," I answered. "He's supposed to call later."

"Heh, um, good luck," he said. I could tell he wasn't real happy with this conversation.

"How's Danny doing?" I asked.

"Not good," he responded. "He can't understand why you hate him."

"Crap," I said after pausing, "I don't hate him, Tuck. It's just… complicated."

"Can I tell him that?" he asked, anxiously.

"I have a question first," I stated, working up my courage. "Tuck, does Danny have a girlfriend?"

"No," he answered. "he spends all his time with me or his family."

"Are you positive?" I asked. "Are you sure he hasn't had one in the last few weeks?"

"Absolutely," he confirmed. "Sam, you two really need to talk."

"I know," I agreed. "Please don't mention Garrett to him." That was insensitive, Sam.

"Yeah, whatever," he said a little surly, "as if I would."

Ouch, that hurt. "Oh, Tuck. Tell Danny I asked about him. Maybe that'll help." We said our goodbyes.

Nice job, Sam. Aren't you a little she-dog? I guess I blew this conversation. I'll be lucky to have either guy as a friend at this rate.

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(Back to Sam's diary again)

We are leaving for Amity Park tomorrow. Granny and I had experienced a vacation like none other. We had seen London, Paris, Athens, Berlin, and currently Rome. Each city had their own charm, and I loved the history stories. That's the good news. Then "he" called.

"Hey, beautiful," he greeted. "How's my girl tonight?

His girl? I don't belong to anyone, period. Still, I don't want to start a fight. I'll let that go for now.

"I'm fine," I replied, "how about you?"

"I'm cool as ever. You miss me, don't you, Samantha? You seem distant."

"Sure," I replied, "I'm sorry, but I'm just a little tired." Not really, but I don't want to tell him about my tiff with Tucker. Maybe I should call him back and apologize.

"No problem, baby," he said smoothly, "have you been thinking about "us?"

This is uncomfortable. Where'd he get the idea he can tell me "baby"?

"Look Garrett, I like you, but it's just been one date. BTW-my name is Sam, not Samantha, and definitely not "baby."

"Fine, Sam, why are you being so pissy tonight?"

"Sorry, but you're being a little possessive. Back off, okay?" I replied, trying to be nicer.

"Okay, hey, I called the Headmaster at my school. They'll contact your folks about your apps I faxed to you. You'll get in, of course. You Mansons got money, and you got my recommendation."

I haven't even looked at the stupid applications yet. All this talk about money is pissing me off. I don't care about being rich! I never have.

"By the way," he continued, "I sent your pics to some friends. They agree we'll be a great couple."

He'd paid someone at the ball to take some "formal" pictures of us. I thought it was cool at the time.

Is this a business deal or a romance? "I haven't agreed to transfer schools, Garrett. I promised to think about it. Can we change subjects?"

THERE WAS TOTAL SILENCE ON THE OTHER END.

"Garrett?" Geez, all my phone calls are going like this. First Tuck, and now my…well, whatever we are at this point. Definitely not BF/GF yet.

"Look," he snapped, "do you like me or not?"

"Yeah, I told you that I do. You're just a little too fast."

"No, you're just way too slow, Sam. What's wrong with you?"

"I think I'm just fine," I replied in the same tone. "Quit acting so superior."

"People like us are superior. I am, and I thought you were. Stop being an indecisive little Goth girl."

"I…" I was way too ticked off to respond to that. If he was here, he'd be eating a left hook.

"You're blowing off this relationship, Samantha. You and I could be good together. Look, I'll call back in a couple of days. Maybe then you'll have some sense."

I can't believe the way he's talking. I thought I could fall for this guy.

"Don't bother," I seethed. "Just go to Hell, Garrett."

"Aw, c'mon, Samantha," he snapped back, "don't be such a b…"

I hung up on the pompous ass.

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Granny and I talked about it most of the night. It wasn't all about that big overbearing jerk. Garrett probably likes me, but he likes himself more. "We" are definitely over.

She reminded me that I have lots to think about. So- I cried a little, and thought a whole lot. I'm glad too, 'cuz I came to some conclusions. I've been thinking with my broken heart lately, and not my brain. I need to follow my heart and still heed my mind.

I miss Tucker -and yes, I miss Danny. I can't forget the little turd. No matter how hard I try, I still have feelings for him. I'm not sure what to do, but I can't ignore him forever.

One hour later:

I want to call Danny so much right now. Not talking to him is killing me. Whether he's my best friend or my boyfriend, my life sucks without him. My heart can't forget the almost-kiss, either. Come to think of it, that "almost date" with Danny was ten times better than my fancy date with Garrett.

Granny says to organize my thoughts about Danny.

1. I still love Danny-Garrett was just rebound. I wanted a boy to pay attention to me, and "G" came along. This one took a while to admit, but it is true.

2. I can't forget that Friday night and a lifetime of memories with him.

3. Danny Fenton would never, ever intentionally hurt me. I know that now.

4. I'm confused about what I saw in his bedroom. I need to know the truth.

5. Tucker-who I trust- insists Danny has no GF.

6. Until #4, I was sure that Danny liked/loved me too.

7. Even if he did kiss some girl despite liking me. I'd forgive him if he asked. After all, I lip locked Gregor in front of him!

8. If he has a GF-despite what Tuck says-well, things can change. Let's see what happens when I claim him back! There's other ways to fight besides punching and kicking.

9. I was a chicken to run off without a word. Even yelling at him and knocking him on his ass was better then what I did.

10. Nothing will be solved until we sit down, and talk about it.

It needs to be done in person. I need to see his face when we talk. That eliminates making up by phone or e-mail. However, I do have an idea until then.

(E-mail to Danny):

Dear Dan:

I'm sorry about all this crap. I don't hate you, and I'm sorry I made you think that I do. We'll talk when we get back to school. Forgive me.

Your now and forever friend,

Sammie

He still calls me "Sammie" especially when I'm upset or hurt. I remember he used to call me that when we were little. Somehow it seemed appropriate to sign it that way.

There's more than my love life to think about. I've discovered something different about myself. I am enjoying wearing different clothes than my usual outfit(s). I guess the problem has been mom trying to fit me into cutie little pink dresses. I hated those so bad that I chose my standard black outfit just to piss her off.

I need to decide what I want to wear-and how I want to look. No one-not parents-or boyfriends-and certainly not preppy magazines should do it for me. I'm definitely an independent girl.

Lately, I've discovered that there are not just two choices. I don't have to choose between preppy stuff and Gothic dresses. There are other choices, and I look good in some of them. It's not a crime to look nice, and to be a girl. Can I be more "girly" without changing the person that I am?

I also thought about my faith. I'd never thought about it before. One of our stops was Jerusalem, birthplace of my Jewish heritage. I won't even try to describe my feelings when I walked into the Holy City. It was totally …overwhelming. I've never been a religious Jew before, but now I'm considering it.

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"Tuck, this is Sam. Look, I'm sorry about our last talk. I was a real jerk."

"Yeah, you really were," he replied, "but no problem."

"Forgive me?" I asked anxiously.

"Yeah," he answered, "that's what friends do."

I told him all about my talk with Garrett. He was pissed off, but he still supported me. He offered to kick Garrett's butt, just like friends should do. I appreciate the thought, but I also know Tuck punches like a girl. There's no way he could take the spoiled rich brat.

"Please call Danny," he begged, "you won't believe how depressed he is."

"Yeah, me too. Tuck, tell him to check his e-mail," I said, reassuringly.

This time, our goodbyes were sincere. I'm getting my world back together. Now I need one other thing: I want my Danny Fenton back.

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About the same time at the Fenton's house (Danni's perspective):

"Yes!" I was reading on my bed when I heard a scream from across the hall. I'm not sure where Jazzie is so I ran to Dan's room to see what was up.

Danny was in heaven and in tears at the same time. I've never seen him cry before. I think this is one of those times that a good sister doesn't mention that fact.

"Check out the e-mail, Danni," he sang joyfully. "We're still friends."

He was dancing around the room. He suddenly grabbed my hands, and we were dancing the "Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy Dance" together.

I read. "Aw, I'm so happy for you, big brother," I gushed, kissing his cheek.

"It's a start," he said proudly.

I watched my brother type.

Dear Sammie:

Thank you for your e-mail, and, yes, you're forgiven. I'm sorry, too. You're right, we do need to talk.

Your forever friend,

Danny

I don't know if he realized that I was still there. He typed "I love you" about a hundred times, and then deleted it. I gotta dial Jazzie's cell. Okay, there's a new plan. She and I need to get Danny and Sam together. I'm not taking "no" for an answer.

Later Big Brother and I had a long talk about Tucker. You can't give up on a best friend without trying everything to make it cool again. Danny called Geek Boy, and it sounds like all is forgiven. I'm glad.

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(Now back to Sam)

It was our last breakfast in Europe. I hated to leave, but I was ready, too. Granny had some final wisdom before we started the long trip home.

"You're a Manson, Sam," my grandmother asserted, "you're strong. Besides, my granddaughter can win over any boy she sets her mind to win. You're beautiful; you're independent, and smart. Danny would be a fool not to choose you."

I looked up and saw wisdom in her eyes. She was right. One way or another I would win Danny Fenton's heart. Still, he and I really needed to have a frank talk.

We left for Amity Park Monday morning. School started on Thursday.

The flight took forever of course. We stayed in Chicago with my aunt again that night. Mr. Arden picked us up Tuesday morning. We took our time, and didn't get back to Amity Park until late afternoon. He was flirting with my grandmother! Is this new, or am I just blind?

My parents were in Dallas this time. That's no surprise-they're never home. Granny begged me to stay overnight with her, but I went straight home instead. I've missed my room, and my sound system.

Besides, I had overheard Mr. Arden ask my grandmother to go to dinner with him that night, but she'd refused. I'm guessing she didn't want me to be alone my first night back in Amity Park.

Besides, I don't have to be alone. I could call and ask Danny to stay overnight. It'd be just the two of us in my house. Mmmmm. Actually, I better not. I don't trust my emotions, or our hormones.

I called Granny, and begged her to accept her date offer. She agreed to go, as long as I make my own move. I'm going to rock a certain ghost boy's world.

It was the next-to-last night of summer vacation. I still hadn't told my friends that I was back in town. I'd talk to them Thursday…at school. I thought of calling Tuck, but changed my mind. I'll see him-and Danny in person at school.

About nine in the evening, one of the staff said I had a visitor. I had told them not to let Danny in. I'd face that situation soon. I'd didn't even want to see Tuck-not yet anyway.

"It's a young lady named Danielle to see you, Miss Samantha."

Danielle who? Casper High has several girls with that name. I'm not particularly friendly with any of them. One of them is a Paulina satellite. If it's her- I'll let her out the second story window.

Curious, I told James to escort her to my room. The girl that walked into my room was Danielle, Danny's clone!

"Hi, Sam," she began, "can we talk?"

"Uh, sure," I stammered, "come on in."

"How'd you know I was in town?" I asked.

"I called the staff," Danielle explained, "you didn't tell them to keep it a secret from a girl named Danielle."

Tucker had mentioned something about her being back in town. I had forgotten about it, to be honest. I think he said she was living with the Fentons now. We sat on my bed to talk. I turned my sound system low enough that we could hear each other.

Danielle looked different. Her hair was shorter, but still long enough for a ponytail. She was wearing a little makeup, and was dressed in a pair of shorts and a "Casper High School" tee shirt. She looked… prettier…and oddly familiar.

Suddenly, it was clear to me. I can't believe I hadn't figured it out. So much for me being the bright one of our trio.

"YOU!" I yelled, and then continued more quietly, "you're the one I saw Danny carrying to his bed that night!"

"That explains it!" the other girl returned. "You were the mysterious person with the umbrella. Danny saw you in the rain that night."

I nodded, glaring at the other girl. I can't believe Danni is my competition!

"So Danny did see someone spying in the window," she said giggling. This is hardly funny.

"Yeah," I confessed, "I had to know."

Now it was her turn to look confused. "Then you were mad at Dan because…" she began.

"I was jealous," I vented. "I mean… I saw him making out with a new girlfriend in his bed. What else was I supposed to think?"

"Aw, Sam," the ghost girl protested, "you thought we were making out? Yuck!"

I nodded. I'm starting to feel stupid.

"Oh, what a mess," she laughed. "This is starting to sound like a soap opera."

"I don't understand," I declared, now more curious that angry.

"There's more, too," she declared. "It's a long story so get comfy."

She told me about the adoption, her illness, and the surgery. Next, Danielle spent the next half hour relating some of her recent history to me. I felt like a first class idiot when she paused for breath.

"So are you and Danny..."I interrupted. I didn't know where to go from there.

"We're brother and sister, Sam," the ghost girl stated firmly, "the Fentons adopted me."

"Dammit," I swore, "I'm such an idiot! But I…" Suddenly, I wasn't sure of anything. What had I seen that day? I didn't imagine it.

She nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, you are, but fortunately, my brother worships you."

"He does…still?" I asked. After the way I've been acting, I'm amazed my friends can even tolerate me.

"Let me continue, Sam. So, on that Monday, I was sick, and passed out," Danni said. "They tell me I stopped breathing. Danny had to give me mouth-to-mouth. I promise you neither of us enjoyed it. He said I needed mouthwash," she finished, blushing.

I laughed, but then felt bad about it. She didn't seem to mind though.

"My loving brother told me he almost puked," she laughed. "There's only one girl he'd like to kiss."

Gradually, all the pieces fell into place. I'd made a terrible mistake, and badly misjudged the person I loved most in this world.

"Crap," I swore, "I owe Danny a huge apology."

"You do, but you made a good start. Your e-mail," she gushed, "well let's just say he was dancing."

"My e-mail was overdue," I said frankly. "Whether we end up together or not, I had no right to hurt him like that."

Her blue eyes turned green like her brother's eyes do when he's very angry. "No, you didn't" she glowered, "and I was ready until then to come over here to kick your ass. Don't ever treat my brother like that again, Manson."

"I…know. Believe me, I feel terrible. I hope he forgives me."

"Didn't you get his e-mail?" she asked, shocked.

Oh man, I forgot to cancel the block. Of course, I didn't get it. I'm too ashamed to mention the block right now.

"No," I said simply, "please tell me he doesn't hate me."

"Hate you?" she asked incredulously, "the whole point is that he loves you, dimwit."

"I…I…love him, too, Danielle. I think I always have." He…he loves me!

"He's really sorry about that Friday night," she assured me. "He just panicked at the last second."

She quickly keyed me in on Danny's foolishness. He blew it the next two days, but it wasn't because he didn't like me. Then she told me about his bad luck including the ghost, the rain, and the dead phone on Monday.

So, yes, he was too dumb to read my obvious signals. He really is "clueless."

Then I asked just to make sure. "Then he really doesn't have a girlfriend?" I asked anxiously.

"Not yet," the Halfa smirked, "but are you applying for the job?"

"Um, yes?" I gulped. Here goes…everything. It was time to take a chance. I could only hope my heart wouldn't be broken…again.

"Since you didn't ask," the ghost girl remarked with sarcasm, "I'll tell you who the one girl is who he'd like to kiss: you."

I smiled with relief for the first time in days. However, I still wanted to be certain before I confessed my feelings. I've been hurt too many times. This time I have to certain. I need to hear it from Danny's sexy lips.

"You two are going to drive me crazy," she said in exasperation. "But… I love my brother, and you and I are friends now, right?

I nodded enthusiastically, and she hugged me. I guess I'll have to get used to that. I can't remember ever having a real girl friend.

"Thanks," she said, "you're my first friend that's not related. Sorry, I forgot about Tuck."

"No problem," I grinned. "Should I call you Danielle then, or…?"

"Make it Danni, with an "i." Can I call you Sammie, please?"

I nodded slowly. I told her that her brother had called me that when we were kids. He still calls me that sometimes. I guess I don't mind the nickname.

Of course, Danni knew a lot of this stuff. She has a lot of her brother's memories. Danny and I had discussed that once.

"Just no Samantha or Sammy-kins," I advised her.

"Okay," she agreed, rolling her eyes. "Oh, and fine, I'll help you two get together."

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Thursday morning, she promised, I'd know one way or the other.

She stayed and we talked until her curfew. I confess: it is nice to talk to a girl sometimes-even if she is Danny's kid sister. It can't always be my Granny, and it'll never be my mom. Frankly, I'd rather talk to Danny's mom than mine, and Jazz …well, Jazz is weird.

One problem with Danni: It's creepy how much she looks like him.

We start school Thursday. I'm a little nervous, and it took me a long time to fall to sleep. Maybe I should have just had Danni stay overnight.

Wednesday morning, I got a panicky call from Danni. Jazz had promised to take her to the Salon. She'd never done the girly stuff before: hair, makeover, and nails. She was devastated when her older sister cancelled-some school related stuff. Only Jazz Fenton would have school meetings the day before school starts.

Reluctantly, I promised to go with her. The family chauffeur took us. The bad news was that I ended up taking Jazz's appointments. I ended up with the full works. My mom would've been proud. I was dreading it, but I admit it wasn't all that bad. Besides, this fits in with my plan to "wow" Danny.

We both looked nice-real nice. Danny had better appreciate this. Oh, and yes, I did my research-the salon used the makeup with no animal cruelty. I also insisted for both of us on the kind of hair spray that doesn't ruin the ozone.

I had to purchase cosmetics for my new friend. She's been borrowing Jazz's stuff. It's not right for her, so I bought the make-up they recommended at the Salon for her.

Yeah, I bought some for myself. This is going to be the weirdest first day of school ever. I'll look like a whole new girl, but I'll still be the same old Sam.

Then I took Danni clothes shopping. She needed a lot, frankly. Mrs. Fenton just never got around to taking her new daughter shopping. I can see why-the lady wears goggles and an orange jumpsuit all the time. I insisted on paying for the whole day including meals. What's the use of being rich if you can't spend it on your friends?

Besides, it was nice to have a girl to hang out with.We spent the evening going to the movies. She likes the same kind of movies I do. It's not easy to scare a half-ghost, especially one who lived with Vlad. We ate popcorn and junk food until we were sick. Once, just once, I found myself giggling.

Okay, I confess, it was more than once. I'm also getting used to the hugs, and even to being called "Sammie."

Sam's Flashback:

I remember the first time someone called me that. The story goes all the way back to first grade. There had been a new student that day. His name was Danny Fenton.

I was the weird kid, and he was the new kid. BTW, Tucker moved in the next year. Anyway, there was only one table left, since no one wanted to sit with me. To make a long story short, New Kid and Weird Girl ended up sitting together.

We were both a little shy, but still we hit it off. We ended up hanging around together at school, and played together most days. We were quickly best friends. The girls teased me about my "boyfriend," but I didn't care. It was just nice to have a friend, period. It didn't hurt that he was cute.

Danny never told me (in those days) that I was cute or pretty. What he did tell me was that I was the coolest girl in the whole world. He loved my independence, too.

He was a great friend. My only fear was he'd forget me when he made a guy friend (Tucker), but he never did.

The "Sammie thing" started a couple of months after we met. My mom stayed at home in those days. That day, though, she took my Granny to some doctor appointments. When I got home from school there was a message that my mom would be late.

I didn't know what to do, so I walked to the Fenton's house. I was skipping (remember I was just in first grade), and tripped. I hurt my knee pretty badly, and it was bleeding.

Some people have said that Danny and I have some kind of psychic connection. If we do, it started that day. I was sitting on the sidewalk, and sat there crying Danny's name. I wanted him to "rescue" me. I knew mom was gone, and my dad was away on a business trip.

He claims he could hear my voice while he was playing cars in his room. He ran out of the house, and came running toward my house. I was the happiest girl in the world when he showed up.

He picked me up (I always was small), and carried me to his house. I remember him going to the bathroom, and getting medicine and bandages. Anyway, he put me in the living room, and gently fixed me up.

It wasn't as good as a "mommy" job, but he did his best. He even kissed the "ouchie" (after my reminder) when he was done. I was still a little shook up, and I guess I cried. He put me on his lap, and stroked my hair. He kept saying "it'll be okay, Sammie." Mrs. Fenton found us both asleep with me in his lap, and our arms wrapped around each other. She has that picture still, even though she took it off the wall when Danny got teased by the guys.

She doesn't know that I paid Jazz to "borrow" it for me. I made a copy of it, and put it in my diary. It's still in my room, and has the words "same day as my first kiss" written on the back.

Mrs. Fenton must've called my mom, and she showed up pretty quick. When we were ready to go my mom thanked Danny for taking such good care of me. I'm not sure what made me do it, but I limped over and smooched my savior right on the lips. He looked terrified, but when he thought I wasn't looking, I saw the biggest smile ever on his adorable face.

His mom said to my mom: "one of these days those two will end up married."

End flashback. "Awwwwwwwww."

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I showed it (the picture) to Danni after the movie, and told her the story. She thought it was cute. Naturally, I dragged out my whole "Sam and Danny" scrapbook, and let her look at it. Each picture, of course, had a story for me to tell. Danni had explained the "shared memories" between her and her brother/clone. She has a few memories of his, but it's mostly the feelings-especially his feelings towards me.

Meanwhile, Tucker dragged Danny away that day to a comic book convention. It was an all day adventure. Anyway, the boys were too busy to wonder where Danni and I were. I'm glad they didn't drag me along. I hate those things.

Tuck called me in the middle of the movie. My voice mail took it. I called back later, and told him I'd see him in the morning. I made him promise not to tell Danny that Danni and I were hanging out.

By the way, I remembered to take the block off. I found that my e-mail box was filled with notes and cards from Danny. I sent him a "Missing you" greeting card online. I signed it "I love you," but deleted those three words. I settled for "BFF." I hope it'll be "ILY" soon.

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Next morning: first day of school

I'm still Goth, and I still love my dark clothes. However, I'd expanded my wardrobe over the summer as I said before. Today, I was wearing a purple (it matches my eyes) spaghetti string top, and black shorts. The shorts were very short, and showed my legs off nicely. I was wearing sandals instead of my favorite boots, too.

I confess: I like my new look. Plus, I was wearing my hair down. Danni talked me into that move. Then there's a little makeover, the new (but not much different) hairstyle, and my nails done (purple, not black).

I'll still wear my boots, but not every day. I haven't thrown away my old outfits either. The 'new me' isn't all that different from the old one. I guess I'm a little more feminine-who'd have guessed that?

One other thing hadn't changed. My jewelry was one hundred percent Goth girl. I was adorned with skull rings, Gothic style earrings, and a dragon necklace (without magical powers). All these, including my bracelets had one thing in common. All of them had been presents from Mr. Danny Fenton over the years. He sure knows what I like.

One piece of jewelry was new, though. I now wear a Star of David necklace. Granny had bought it for me in a gift store at O'Hare. I think I'll wear it full-time.

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I was nervous as Danielle explained her plan. It was simple. She would turn me invisible and confront Danny about his feelings for me. It was eavesdropping, but I'll apologize for it later. I just have to know whether he likes or loves me back, and I need to hear it from him.

First, however, we'd make our grand entrance to the school. My new friend insisted on that point.

"After all, Sammie, we're two hot girls and this is a new year of school. Besides, it's all new to me. I've never been in school before."

I'd already given Danni some social hints. She insisted I teach her how to accept/turn down dates, and lots of other things. I'm hardly an expert, and I told her that. Still, she reminded me: she was born in a test tube, and then lived with Vlad. I do have an advantage over her.

I didn't ride the bus that morning. Danielle and I walked together. We talked about her brother a lot. I'm not sure how she managed to ditch Danny and Tuck.

"Jeeze, Sammie-girl, calm down," my new friend scolded, "you're sweating bullets."

"I know," I confessed, "but I'm nervous. Will he like my new look? Will we be an "us" before the day ends?"

"Relax, and trust me," Danni soothed. "And you look great, by the way."

My new friend looked good, too. She was wearing short dark blue shorts, and a baby blue top identical to mine. Her top and her sneakers matched her gorgeous (just like Danny's) eyes. She was sticking with pierced (yeah, she had that done, too) earrings, and a simple chain necklace. Our girl primp day had done a lot for her looks, and her confidence. Mine, too, I guess.

With those words, we strutted into Casper High. She and I both got stares from the boys. I got five date offers and she got three within five minutes. I guess we both look good. All my potentials got polite refusals though. Sam Manson was a girl on a mission.

Danni turned down the first two boys down cold. The third one, however, she promised to think about it. No matter what she does, her brother will kill her. Danny Phantom will be spying on every date, unless, of course, he's busy with his own girl.

Slow down Sam, you're getting ahead of yourself.

Dash stared lewdly at my legs as I passed. Gross, I'd rather date the Box Ghost. If he or one of his jock friends ask me out I'll have Danni send them to the Ghost Zone-permanently.

"Hey, Sam…" hailed a big jock. I can't remember his name. At least he's not in Dash's gang of idiots.

I stopped and talked to him for just a minute. He complimented me on my new appearance, and I thanked him. Then Danni and I were gone before he could say another word. I'm still not crazy about Jocks.

Next, we passed Paulina and her posse.

Speaking of Miss Prissy: "Wow, Sam, you look great," gushed one of Paulina's satellites.

"Shut up," the so-called beauty queen hissed. "She's still a loser."

I just smiled. What I felt like saying I'll keep to myself. I am, after all, a lady.

Danni and I had talked strategy over. She was worried about someone seeing her use her powers, so we hid in a classroom before turning me invisible. After that, she gently held my arm to keep track of me.

My new friend got lots more appreciative stares and a couple of date offers before we spotted the boys. She mimicked my polite refusal technique to perfection.

Finally, I saw Danny and Tucker by their (our) new lockers. My heart skipped a beat at seeing Danny again. It's hard to believe that it's only been a few weeks.

Whoa, he was wearing black shorts too (it was a hot day), and a tight tee shirt. It was a "Teen Titan Fan Club," which was autographed by the whole team. Their signatures looked authentic, too. I wonder how he got that.

I was impressed by something else too. He was definitely more muscular. Why hadn't I noticed? Come to think of it, I hadn't seen him without a shirt in months.

Usually he wears loose shirts, and I only see the hint of his muscles when he's Phantom. I noticed now, and it was hard not to drool. A couple of girls were staring hungrily at him. I whispered in Danni's ear, and she gave them a "death stare" until they left. Dan never noticed. Was this because he was looking for me?

Danny Fenton is just… plain… hot. How many girls have come on to him this morning? My face got red as I thought about that question. There's no doubt-I'm jealous. Then again, I've always been that way.

Maybe I'd forgotten that Garrett has nothing on Danny. Money is not a "turn-on" for me anyway. Besides, flying is way nicer than a fancy car.

Crap, I'm getting ahead of myself again. Even with Danni's reassurances, I can't be certain that Danny and I are going to be a couple. Face it, even if he likes me back, there's a huge apology to go.

Hey, Tuck had updated his wardrobe a bit, too. He was wearing jean shorts and a "Jinx" tee shirt. He still had the same old beret, but his glasses were new and nicer. I can't think of him as cute- he's just good ol' Tuck. He's still a geek, but we like him that way.

Our lockers were in a different part of the building this year. Danny, Tuck, and I were sophomores, of course, while Danni is a freshman. Her locker was in another section of the building. She was just here to help me.

"Hey, Tuck, and hey, big brother," the half-ghost girl called, giving each guy a high five. "Are you and Val an item yet, techno boy?"

"I'm still working on that, Wonder Twin," Tuck responded. "She can't resist the Foley charm much longer."

"Good luck, Tuck," Danny said. I'm not sure if he was being sincere or sarcastic. The Techno Geek didn't notice.

Danny rolled his eyes in derision. So did I. Tuck's a great friend, but he can be so obnoxious when it comes to women. What's this Wonder Twin nickname? I don't get it. [see end of story

I wonder: If Tuck gets together with Val will she be joining our group? That'd be a little awkward, but we'll work it out. If it happens, I'll just have to cope. Danni had told me how Val and Danny had at least made a truce. Truces are fine, as long as she keeps her hands off my man.

Possessive much, Sam? So what if I am? I'm in love with a great (and hot) guy.

Oh great, speaking of being possessive. I just got a text message from an unwelcome person: Samantha/sry 4 fight/ly/pcm/ GM3. Great, it's good old Garrett.

I had it set on silence, so no one heard the beep. How do I respond? Frowning, I sent back a message: G/namesam/nt/bioyn/SM. I like it-rejection short and to the point.

I suddenly realized the others were talking while I was reflecting, and texting. I hope I didn't miss anything important.

"Whatever you say," Danni was saying, "Val still insists that Nasty Burger date was just a friend's date, eh? Or maybe a pity date."

Danny snickered about the 'pity date' comment. If Tucker heard it, he didn't respond. I barely remembered to hold back my own laughter.

"Maybe," the techno genius replied, "but she's weakening, I can tell. Four-one-one: I asked her to the movies last night, and she promised to answer me today."

"Whatever," both Fentons said simultaneously.

Hey, Danny and I are the ones who are supposed to do that!

"So, Dan," the ghost girl purred, "have you seen Sam yet? She looks great, by the way." She knows he hasn't seen me. She's messing with his head. I smacked her arm lightly to remind her that I'm here…and waiting.

"So do you, Danni," Tuck said, nicely. He cowered under Danny's glare.

Danni glared back at her brother with her hands on her hips. "So, am I hideous, or something?" she challenged.

Danny was chagrined. "Sorry sis," he mumbled, "you do look nice, and you're very pretty."

He added in a lower voice "…for a sister." She missed that comment, fortunately for him. Maybe I'll tell her later.

"Thank you," she smirked, "you both look great, as well."

"No, I haven't seen Sam," Danny replied, awkwardly, "but I can't wait to see her. I even dreamed about her last night."

"One of those kinds of dreams?" Tucker sneered.

"Shut up, Foley," the boy Halfa replied, blushing profusely. "You're sick."

"I'm noting that you didn't deny it," the tech-geek mocked in a sing-song voice.

Danny said nothing. He just turned redder, if possible. Danielle wisely turned away.

Tucker continued to laugh at our friend's discomfort. I'm sure my cheeks are red, too. I felt like kicking Tucker, but it wouldn't be as effective without my boots. Besides, he can't know I was eavesdropping.

"At least she's talking to me now," grinned Danny. "There are just so many questions…"

Danni touched his hand affectionately. "Just trust your little sister," the girl Halfa reassured, "but, you're right, there are issues for you two to work on."

"It sounds like you've been talking to her," Dan accused. "I need to know, sis, this stuff is killing me."

"Trust me," said the ghost girl elusively, "and just hang in there a little longer."

Danny looked both impatient and puzzled. I wanted to hug and comfort him, but there was still the "big question" for Danni to ask.

"Ok, it seems Sam and I have lots to work out," the ghost boy reflected. "Maybe we can do that tonight. I can't stand being separate from her any more. I miss her something awful."

"Aw, poor guy," I thought, "I miss you, too. C'mon Danni, ask the big question."

"Danni," he said in that same sad way, "would you do the ghost patrol alone tonight?"

"Sure, Danny," grinned the ghost girl. "I can always call Mom for help."

"Tuck, do you mind if I hang with Sam alone tonight?" Danny asked. "You and I have spent the last few days together after all."

Tuck didn't answer. He had seen Valerie walk by.

"Excuse me Wonder Twins," he teased, "but I need to give a sweet lady the pleasure of my company."

Just like that, the love-smitten geek was gone. Minutes later, we heard a familiar shout, "She said 'YES'!"

"Tuck's got his date-finally," Danni laughed. "Can I ask you a question, bro'?"

"Sure, kiddo," Danny replied, ruffling his sister's hair. He almost touched me, as well. If I hadn't moved back a little, he'd have discovered me.

"Would you like to have Sam for a girlfriend?" Danielle blurted out.

Well, this was it. Danielle had insisted that Danny likes me. Now I'll know one way or another. Danny looked uncomfortable for just a minute. Then he smiled and answered.

"You know the answer to that. If we can get straightened out, I plan to ask her to go out with me," Danny stated with conviction. "I should've done it ages ago."

"I'd love for her to be my girl friend," he said shyly.

I did a little dance of joy, knowing that my soon-to-be boyfriend couldn't see it. All I could think of was covering his handsome face with kisses.

Danielle grinned, let go of my arm, and walked away.

"Good luck, Sammie," she whispered to me, squeezing my hand. "He's all yours."

I was visible now. Danny looked shocked at first, then grinned and held me closely in his arms.

"You… heard all that… then," Danny stammered, "I hope you…"

"Before you say anything else," I said tentatively, "I think I owe you a huge apology."

"Yeah, about that," he asked, "I'm not sure what I did wrong, but whatever it is, I'm so, so sorry"

"Can we talk somewhere private?" I asked, putting my head on his chest.

One minute we were in the High School hallway, and the next we were outside. He flew us to the roof where it was private. Even Lancer wouldn't find us here.

"I was the girl with the umbrella," I started. "I also spied on you when you took Danielle upstairs and put her on your bed."

"What does that…"he began. I held up my hand to stop him from continuing.

"Danni and I have been talking. That night I saw you kissing a girl, and misunderstood. I didn't know it was her, and…well, crap."

"You thought I was kissing her?" he blurted. "She stopped breathing, and I…"

"I know that now," I admitted. "It was just that I liked you so much, and there was that wonderful Friday night." I paused, not sure where to go from here.

"Yeah," he smiled sheepishly, "about that Friday night. I was just so crazy about you, and I've wanted to tell you for awhile. I guess I blew everything."

"I understand about Friday night. I was going to confess," I recalled, "that I liked you. Then you did the kiss and run. I was going to do it that Monday on our walk, but…"

"I was going to do the same," he replied, "and then a stupid ghost attacked."

"I got worried, and came to rescue you," I confessed. "I was afraid you were hurt."

"Nah," Danny admitted, "he went into the Thermos like a good little ghost. Then my lame cell phone died. I missed you at my house, then at the park, and then…"

"Danielle told me how you found her," I interrupted. "She came over Tuesday night while you were on ghost patrol."

Danny told me all about his late trip to my house. Then there was Box Ghost, the cops, and one scared boy Halfa. This was new to me, of course.

"What a mess," I laughed, "and all because you got shy at the last second."

"Pretty much," he confessed with a blush. He grinned suddenly as the obvious occurred to him.

"Hold it, Sam," he accused. "That's why you wouldn't talk to me, and why you went clear to Europe. YOU WERE JEALOUS!"

"Um, yeah, pretty much," I babbled. I confessed my stupid little revenge theory to him.

"You were pretty stupid," he pointed out. "I'd never hurt you intentionally." I nodded, guiltily.

"You should've talked to me," he snapped. I nodded again. He was angry, and I was about to cry. Was I going to be rejected after all this?

"Of course, I forgive you," he assured me. "Jealousy made me act pretty stupid, at least once, too."

"So, are we cool then?" I asked. This time he was the one to nod.

I glanced at my watch. Wow, first period was almost over. Oh, well.

"One more thing," he said looking serious. I was a little worried again.

"Let's go back to where this talk started. Wanna be my girlfriend?" he asked cheekily.

"I thought you'd never ask," I answered. "Of course, I will."

I gently kissed his cheek. All the worries fell from my heart-and from his face- his too.

"Danni was right," Dan laughed.

"About what?" I asked holding his hand lovingly. I've wanted to hold hands with him forever.

"You look fantastic-even prettier than usual," he replied. "What's with the new look?"

"I'll tell you later," I said, giggling. Oh, man, now I'm giggling! All I wanted to do right now was kiss him into submission.

"I've always thought you were pretty," he grinned. "I wish I'd asked you out ages ago."

"I wish you had, too," I laughed, "Mr. Clueless."

Danny's smile lit my whole world. His blue eyes reflected the love I'd always wanted to see there.

I'm not sure who kissed who first, but it didn't matter. I'll never forget it-our first real kiss. It progressed fast from gentle to passionate. By the time we were finished making out, we were too late to go to second period. We just decided to continue kissing. It was just common sense- and a whole lot of fun.

Well, it was kissing and talking-but mostly kissing.

I grinned and pulled the infamous "Wes" ring out of my purse. I had discovered it had my name on it recently. I'm supposed to be the "A" student. Danni had asked to see it yesterday. To my surprise it now read: Sam & Danny.

Danny saw the addition and smiled. He kissed me and then gently placed it on my finger. His parents had known, and so had everyone else. At last, Danny Fenton and Sam Manson were lovebirds. This was no love spell by Ember-this was for real.

"I sure blew it that Friday night, "he confessed. " If I'd known what a great kisser you are, I'd never have hesitated."

I blushed. "Yeah, you blew it, clueless," I teased, "but, you're a great kisser, too. No excuses, Mr. Fenton, you should've remembered our first FOMO. Did you really think that was a fake kiss? I practically attacked you!"

"I'm terminally clueless," he laughed, pointing to himself. "I did have some great dreams that night, though."

"Was it one of those kinds of dreams?" I teased, remembering Tuck's earlier words. "You're sick, Fenton."

"Of course, I am," he confessed. "I'm a guy."

This was too much talking. I tackled him to the ground, in imitation of our famous first FOMO. Our lips (and tongues this time) were definitely too busy for discussion.

"I love you, Sam," he declared breathlessly when we took another break from kissing. I had forgotten all about breathing for awhile.

I grinned from ear to ear. "I love you, too, Danny. Sometimes, I think I've felt that way forever."

"Since our first grade kiss?" he asked. I thought he'd forgotten about that story.

"Maybe," I demurred, "just maybe. A girl has to have some secrets."

We walked with red faces to third period hand in hand. People probably reacted, but I didn't notice. I only had eyes for my Danny.

We both got detention for skipping two classes, but boy, was it worth it!

BTW- I went to the girl's bathroom at lunch and sent a text message: G/have BF/don't contact again/Sam.

I sent a second one to Danni. It was just a huge thank you. I promised we'd walk home with her after school. Of course, we have different lunch hours.

Then I rushed to my lunch date: Danny, me, Tuck, and, I guess, Val. It's going to be an interesting year.

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A few days later:

You know, I'm lucky to have such a great best friend-who's now also my great boyfriend. We haven't changed that much, but I am enjoying the newly added benefits. When we're older, we can even try some more intense kinds of benefits. For now, though, make out sessions are just fine. Dan's cool with that, too.

Maybe someday I'll even tell him about Garrett-but not now. Danni told me that Dan was getting girls' phone numbers recently. It evens out, I guess. However, I plan to find those pieces of paper, and rip them into a hundred pieces. I'm sure Danni can find them for me.

The End

Two explanations- Sam may seem out of character with the makeover scene. In her self realization scene, she realizes that a girl can be Goth, and still pretty. Besides, it's not a crime for a girl to be feminine. Most important- it's her choice.

Second, you may ask why no one solved the mystery of Sam's anger with Danny. Sam saw a scene through a window in the pouring rain. No wonder she misinterpreted what she saw. Danny (and his family) knew it was mouth-to-mouth: Danny told them. They never considered that someone would interpret it as a passionate kiss.

[Oh, by the way, Wonder Twins is a reference to an old animated cartoon called "Superfriends." It was a lame (my opinion) show with Superman, Wonder Woman, Batman (and Robin) and Aqua Man. For "comic relief," (their opinion) it had shape changers called the Wonder Twins and their goofy pet monkey. Now it's on Boomerang, I think. If you haven't seen it, you haven't missed anything. It just seemed a stupid, but appropriate, thing for Tuck to call Danny and Danni since they look like twins and have super powers.

That's all, folks. Review if you wish, but I wrote this because I wanted to do it. If you don't like it, just say so. However, please try to keep the criticisms clean, and nice. Best wishes! Lar