I forgot to put this in before so I'll put it in now :)

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Anywho. Here's this chapter (I almost said story cuz I'm smart like that! XD)

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Danny snuck into his room to wish his love good night. He leaned down and kissed her soft head. "Good night," he whispered.

A sniffle and a sad sigh before the response. "Night," she said hoarsely.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Mmhmm."

"No, you're not." He crawled into the small, twin-sized bed next to her and asked, "What's wrong.

Sam rolled over and buried her face into his chest. "He..." Danny couldn't make out the rest.

"What?" he whispered softly, trying to pry her off so he could understand her.

"He found out," she sobbed.

"H-how?" he said, getting nervous.

"I-I don't know! Apparently he saw you leave the room Valentine's Day night or something and, to confirm his suspicions, he saw us the other night when I came upstairs because I couldn't sleep!" she cried.

He fingered through her hair, tried to calm her down by cooing some soft sounds, and allowed her to cry into his chest. "Shh, everything's okay," he said, although he was worried why she was so upset over it. But, then again, he was replaying that night after they first revealed their love.

Danny smiled cockily as he exited his bedroom, Sam's temporary one. He felt like it was all just a dream, not sure what was gonna happen next or if what had just happened was reality or not. Then, he heard a harsh voice.

"What was that all about?"

Danny froze, knowing that voice could only belong to one man. "Uhh...uhh..."

The man tapped his foot, standing right in front of the guest bedroom's door. "I'm waiting, Daniel," he said impatiently.

"I-it was nothing, Mr. Manson," Danny assured.

"Uh-huh, sure," Mr. Manson said, unconvinced. "Tell me, boy, tell me what just happened in there, will you?"

Danny was silent.

"Was it...something that I would approve on?"

"You? It'd be a stretch. Most other parents and guardians, yes," Danny said. He was pushing it. But the words were already out of his mouth.

"So, what are you saying?"

His heart raced, debating if the truth was worth revealing or not. Nothing dirty happened, Danny kept telling himself. Just a little make-out session. One that tasted so good! He was shocked when Mr. Manson spoke up.

"Tell you what. I will give you one more chance. If I don't think you two are dating, then there won't be any consequences. If I do, then...let's just say, it's a punishment for both of you. Now, don't think I'm doing this because I don't like you; I honestly don't have a problem with you what so ever. It's just that I don't approve of you for my daughter. But friends is the limit. You have two weeks to prove to me that you aren't dating Samantha, understood?"

Danny nodded quickly and headed for the Op Center. "Oh, and one more thing," Mr. Manson continued.

Danny turned on his heels. "Yes?" he said.

"Don't reveal any of this to Sam, got it? Or it's all over."

"I wasn't going to tell you but I guess it doesn't matter now," Danny started. "This is my fault, why he found out. He did see me that night and we made a deal that if I could prove to him that we weren't dating that he would drop it but if I couldn't, there would be consequences. So, whatever it is you're upset about that has to deal with all this, it's my fault and take full blame."

Sam was quiet for a moment, trying to control her crying and take in what she just heard. She swallowed hard but remained quiet, trying to figure out what to say, if to say anything. Danny continued instead. "I-if you don't mind me asking, what did he do to make you so worked up like this?" he asked.

That did it. The few tears she held back came rushing down as she sobbed the hard truth. "H-he's sending back to l-live w-with m-m-my mother."

Danny's jaw dropped and began to fight back his own tears."No. H-he can't do that!"

"It's already done," she mumbled.

"When do you leave?" he asked.

Silence. She buried her face into his chest again.

"Sam. When. Do you. Leave?" he asked, a little more harsh this time.

"Friday," she whispered, barely audiable.

Danny collapsed onto the pillow, held Sam tightly, and cried as she did the same to him.

Yeah.

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