A/N: It's a little long... 1,628 words to be exact...


Day Six:
When she screams at you;

o.O.o.O.o.O.o

Ring!

"Sammy, could you get that, please?" Mr. Manson peered up from the newspaper, glancing at Sam. She rolled her eyes.

Ring!

"Why me?" she snapped back rudely.

Ring!

"Because I said so." Mr. Manson went back to reading the newspaper.

Ring!

"Why do I have to get the phone? I mean, Grandma is perfectly capable (Ring!), and so is my mother. Why-" She was stopped mid-sentence by Mr. Manson's skeptical look.

"Just get the phone." (Ring!) Sam scoffed.

Rin-"Hello?" Sam angrily picked up the phone to her ear. "Um, yeah. He's right here." Sam shoved the phone into Mr. Manson's face as he gave her a surprised look. She covered the end of the phone quickly and whispered, "Some dude asking for you. Said something about traveling somewhere or something..." Mr. Manson just shrugged and grabbed the phone.

"Hello? Yes, this is he. Yes, I- Of course- Yes, that would be- Well, definetly! I can assure you that- Well, yes- I agree completely. Well, if you say so- I'm sure we can come up with som- Most definetly. Yes, I-" By this time, Mr. Manson had suddenly leapt out of his chair, the newspaper falling to the ground. "Really? Are you sure? Positive? I mean- Yes. Yes, of course. Ye-Yeah. Yes. See you tomorrow. B- Bye. Yes, Than- Thank you. Yes. Buh-bye."

Mr. Manson put the phone down, his face blank. Sam cocked her eyebrow, eyeing her father closely. "So...?"

He smiled and called up the stairs, "Honey! Come down here. I need to tell you something." He twiddled his thumbs nervously as Sam sat down in a kitchen chair. She mindlessly played with the edge of the cushion.

Mrs. Manson made her way down the stairs, walking into the kitchen. "What is it, Darling?"

Mr. Manson took a breath, then blurted out, "We're going to Rome!" Abruptly, Mrs. Manson started squealing with joy, jumping up and down. Mr. Manson grabbed her hands, joining her in their happy dance. Sam stood there, stunned.

"Wait-" (No response, just more squealing and laughing and jumping.) "Mom, Dad, just tell me-" Sam inhaled sharply. (Still no response, just more squealing and laughing and jumping.) "WAIT!!" Suddenly, everyone froze in their place. She smiled to herself. "I should do that more often."

"What is it, Sammy-kins?" Mrs. Manson asked, releasing her husband's hands.

"So, am I coming, too?" Sam replied. Mr. Manson shook his head.

"No. This is a grown up trip, for there were only three tickets given. Me, your mother, and your grandma. Is that okay?"

Sam continued to show no emotion. "So, when are ya'll leaving?" Mr. Manson bit his fingernail in thought. He turned to Mrs. Manson as she nodded. He turned back to Sam.

"Tonight. Is that okay with you?" Sam grinned mischieviously.

o.O.o.O.o.O.o.

"Bye Dad!" Sam waved at the car as it backed out of the driveway. "By Mom! Bye Grandma! See you in a week!" Soon, the car speeded away. She excitedly scurried into the house and picked up the phone.

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiing. Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiing.

"Hello?" a male voice answered.

"Yes, could I speak to Danny, please?" Sam asked, trying to be polite. Mr. Fenton grunted on the other line.

"Sure thing, Sam." There was some noise buzzing in the phone, then was handed to somebody, someone saying, "For you, Dan."

"Hello?"

"Hey, Danny."

"Hey, Sam. What's up?"

"My parents are out of town. Some dude called and invited them to Rome. Some vacation my dad earned, or something. But, there were only three tickets, so of course they didn't bring me. But whatever. It's not like I care, or anything."

"So, why did you call me?" Sam laughed.

"To invite you and Tucker over."

"Okay, I'll call him, and then we'll be over in about twenty minutes. Got it?"

"Sure thing. Later."

"Bye." (Dial tone.)

o.O.o.O.o.O.o

Ding-dong! Sam casually opened, Danny standing there, smiling. He waved. "Hey, Danny." As soon as the words flowed out of her mouth, Danny shoved some party supplies into her arms. She stood there, stunned. "Wha-?"

"Come on, guys!" Danny stepped in, followed by a crowd of their fellow peers. Sam's blood boiled as the teenagers burst into the house, pratically trampling her. Luckily, Sam made it out the way. Soon enough, music was viberating off the walls, the living room trashed. Sam angrily pulled Danny into aside, leading him into the kitchen.

"What is this?!" she demanded, her fists clenching themselves. Danny shrugged innocently.

"It's just a mini-party. Nothing really." He winced as Sam banged her fist on the island.

"It was supposed to be just you and Tuck! Not the whole school." Danny slowly tried to back away. "Tucker isn't even here!"

He laughed nervously. "It's not the whole school; Just the...whole grade..."

"You know what, Danny Fenton?" Sam growled, leaning closer to him. "I-" Crash! Sam stopped mid-sentence in a shock. Almost instantly, the color of her face drained away.

"Oh, no," she whispered. She sprinted out the kitchen, into the living. There, some of the teenagers stood, circling a space on the carpet which was covered by broken glass. And, a lot of it. "What the heck happened?!"

"Someone broke the vase," Paulina bluntly stated.

"Well, obviously," Sam hissed, annoyed. "Who? Who, Paulina? Who broke the vase?!" Paulina shrugged.

"I dunno," she messed with the tips of her perfectly pampered fingernails. Dash wrapped his arm around her waist.

"She didn't do it, if that's what you're thinking," he defended his girlfriend. Paulina smirked.

"I know. I mean, why would I want to touch some cheap old vase?" she taunted. Sam reluctantly held back from shoving Paulina into the nearest wall.

"It was not cheap. It was seven-hundred dollars." she said through clenched teeth. Sam exhaled abruptly. "You know what? Just keep dancing. I'll clean it up." Sam travled to the nearest closet and took out a broom. As fast as it happened, the mess was gone.

Sam hissed to Danny, "You invited them here, you get rid of them. Now." Hesitantly, Danny nodded.

"Come on, guys. Party's over," he tried to shoo the crowd out the front door. But no one moved.

"C'mon, dude!" yelled Dash from the top of the stairs. "This was just getting fun!" Danny sighed. Sam came up to him, shaking her head.

"Obviously, you can't handle the task I have given you," she pointed out rudely. Danny's eyes narrowed.

"Yes, I-"

"Catch, Dash!" Kwan yelled, throwing a football across the living room. Unfortunetly, instead of reaching its desired destination, it collided with Sam's face.

Suddenly, everything became quiet. The music was immediately shut off, the onlookers gasping in horror. Sam could feel herself falling, her head painfully throbbing. Danny was quick to catch her.

"Sam?!"

But, everything went black.

o.O.o.O.o.O.o

Sam's eyes slowly fluttered open, her vision growing clearer. She glanced around, the living room looking better than before. It sparkled, everything dusted and sprayed clean. Suddenly, she grimiced as she clutched the side of her head.

"Ouch..." she muttered, feeling the knot where her hand was. Abruptly, she felt a hand on her knee, causing her to jump. Sam spun around to face Danny.

"Hey, Sammy," he flashed her a weary grin. "How was your nap?"

Sam smiled back. "Extremely painful. What happened?"

"You don't remember?" Danny asked. "Oh, well. You invited me and Tucker over because your parents got to go to Rome. Tucker didn't show, while I showed up the entire grade. Everyone trashed the place, they even broke your parents' seven-hundred dollar vase, and you got mad. Then, Kwan hit you with a football; You quickly passed out." Danny paused to take a breath. "And... yeah. That's it."

Suddenly, everything came back to her.

"So, why did you call me?"
"To invite you and Tucker over."
"Okay, I'll call him, and then we'll be over in about twenty minutes. Got it?"

He laughed nervously. "It's not the whole school; Just the...whole grade..."

"Someone broke the vase," Paulina bluntly stated.

"Catch, Dash!" Kwan yelled, throwing a football across the living room.

"Sam?!"

"So, Danny, tell me," Sam stated, standing up."Why would the thought even cross your mind? I mean, the WHOLE GRADE in my HOUSE when I ONLY INVITED YOU AND TUCK and parents leaving A FEW HOURS BEFORE?!"

When she screams at you, tell her you love her (but mean it).

"I mean, I thought you would have more sensse than that. I'm glad you cleaned everything up... but I mean, would you've had to if you didn't invite the whole grade? Just-"

"I love you," Danny whispered, grabbing her hands. Sam closed her eyes, rubbing her temples. Danny sat next to her, placing his arm around her. She leaned on him, sighing.

"I know, I know. I love you, too, Danny. But, please." She laughed lightheartedly. "Don't do this again." Danny let go of Sam, placing his fingers in front of his face.

"Trust me. I won't," He cracked his knuckles loudly. He cringed while continuing, "My hands and arms are killing me." Danny chuckled. "It's really heard cleaning a completely trashed house in less than an hour. Especially after shooing the whole grade out without any cooperation." Danny stretched for a few more minutes, turning to Sam. "Ow."