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I've got Myself a Boyfriend!

"… And the last, I told him I already have a boyfriend."

"WHAT DID YOU SAID? … You have a boyfriend?" Danny asked, after screamed at Casper's lobby.

"OF COURSE no, I lied."

"Uh-huh, you're so great, Samantha."

Sam glared. "It's Sam, ya punk."

"Whatever." Danny said. "But when he's finding it out, you're oh so dead. Just tell him you broke up with your boyfriend it time's come."

"I know, but I can't tell it. He would really go after me, or maybe will stalk me, or he would sneak to my room at night, and I might get raped, and I might pregnant, and my mom would make me abort my child, and me, me, me…"

"SAM! I think he's not obsessed to you like that. Don't worry, take a deep breath and dump it."

Sam did so. "Thank you."

"Care for a girlfriend, huh?" Rama asked, giggled after appeared out of nowhere.

"You know it, Rama, I'm / she's not his / my girlfriend." Danny and Sam said, at one time.

"Yeah, I know, sadly." Rama said in fake sad tone, and two of his friends rolled their eyes.

"You'd better help me with Dash problem." Sam begged.

"Man, I wish I could help you, but I'm even not any better than Jazz in counseling class." Rama sighed.

"And even Jazz doesn't know what should I do." She sighed.

"The only thing you should do, ask a guy to be your fake-boyfriend." Danny suggested.

"I've asked it to Jazz, but she said I would be doomed."

"And the other thing you should do, don't hear her." Danny rolled his eyes.

Sam raised an eyebrow. "It would impossible if I find one, anyway." She muttered.

"Yeah, you got the point." Danny giggled, and Sam stomped on his feet.

"OUCH!"

Rama stared to Danny, and smiled mysteriously.

"Rama—what's up with that smile?" Danny raised an eyebrow.

"How about you're the one who's being her fake boyfriend, Danny-boy?" Rama asked, with a cheerful voice.

Danny's and Sam's eyes widened, and they looked with a scared face to each other, or maybe in disgust. "ARE you for real?"

"I AM for real." Rama said, innocently.

"Then wished that to nowhere from earth, dude." The couple of ravened hair teens left him.

"YOU GUYS ARE SO MEAN!"

*****

"Danny?"

"Yes, Sam?"

"Be my boyfriend for a week."

"No."

"How about do it for one dollar?"

"No."

"Two?"

"No."

"50?"

"I'd like to have, but no."

"100?"

"What do you think of me, a gigolo?"

"At least not for today, I guess."

Danny glared. He almost left the Goth girl, ignoring the offers she still giving.

"Come on Danny, I never use my money for this before! And I never am happy even doing it!" Sam grabbed his arm

"Hah, yes, I know." Danny said, sarcastically.

"Please?"

"Final answer: no. Now, let me go. Why don't you ask Rama or Tuck? Tuck would definitely do it with your offers, right? Oh! How about your used-to-be-gentleman brother? He would definitely do that for his only sister—and one point: Dash doesn't know your brother, since he's in same grade as us!"

"Meh, I can't ask three of them, Dash would laugh over Rama and still going after me. And Tuck's already having a crush with Val, and so do Val, I can't hurt my own friends, you know!" Sam said. "Besides, Paulina knew that Samuel is my brother, maybe it would be a topic for the popular guys."

"Just tell Val to borrow 'her' Tuck, even though he hasn't owned by her. Whatever, the point is: I DON'T want to be your boyfriend, even for a fake one." Danny pulled her away, and ran to boys' dorm.

"DANIEL!!"

"AND DON'T CALL ME THAT, SAMANTHA!"

And nearly one minute later, a hand poked Sam's shoulder.

"Samuel?"

"Hey, what are you doing, screaming to an invisible guy, or a ghost, perhaps?" Samuel asked.

'No, I've talked to a visible half ghost.' Sam's thought. "Well, it's Danny. I asked him something awkward, and of course he's getting mad."

"What is it?"

"To be my fake boyfriend…"

Samuel burst laughed. "My sister is my sister." He giggled.

"What's so funny?" Sam asked, raised an eyebrow.

"Hey, Samantha, no one would want to be asked to be your fake boyfriend. There's might someone, but only for being your real boyfriend." Samuel giggled. "But I'm glad you don't ask a random guy to be your real boyfriend, and break him up when the time's come." He smiled.

Sam blushed. "That's so not into my thing. And I'm glad my friend doesn't want to, for some bucks o-"

"Samantha, you're totally doomed." Samuel said, with a gentle anger voice he never use for more than two years.

Sam's eyes widened, looked at her brother.

"Kidding." He giggled. "At least you're not doing it, right?" He teased, rubbed his sister's head.

Sam groaned.

"Well, then, I'm going to my dorm—my classmate let me borrow his game." Samuel left her, waved to her even not facing her.

"Wait!" Sam cried, ran to her brother.

"What?"

"Why did you choose a single room?" Sam asked a question she always wanted to know since first time she knew that her brother already changed.

"Well…"

Sam made sure her ears are ready.

"It was…"

She listened every words from him, even his breathe.

"Because…"

Sam's getting ready.

"I don't want anyone discover my porn books. Ha, kidding. Good night, little sister. Don't be a naughty little girl with asking every guys about that awkward 'thing', oh, and I like Danny, not in homo way, though. Even thought it would be an awesome way to catch everyone's attention—oh, parents would kill me, and I'm normal, anyway, so, what are we talking about, again? Oh, yeah, don't ask anyone anymore, or they will think that you're a bad ass, you're only Goth. Oh, maybe you should wear some pinks to make people don't think that you're a bad girl at all, but it would be weird. Seriously, Samantha Manson wore a pink? I'm twitching. Oh, yeah, what are we talking about again? Oh, that's not important, it's almost bed time. Good night, little sister. Don't be… Whatever." He said, with one breath, which made his sister blinked. And then, he fled to boys sophomore dorm, left his little sister stood in confuse, and not really have enough with his answer.

"Boys…" She rolled her eyes. She walked to her room, looked at her roommates who are waited for her with a so-how-it-is look. "Man, I should really find out how to get the rid of Dash! Why wouldn't Danny help me for a little while? Or maybe I should b-… Well, blackmail is good, but I think Danny would fastly get his name back before I could tell to Dash that he's my boyfriend. And wow! I just felt happy because Samuel can understand me! Surprise, huh? No? Well, I think my brother's being weird for a second back, but hey, it's not the matter I'm talking about. Well, I'm the one who started to talk about it, but who cares? Oh yeah, we're talking about Samuel, or my brother?" Sam said, in a breath. She's just like her brother, only in shorter conversation.

The girls stared at her. "Get yourself back to reality, little missy. I can't get you at all." Ivy rolled her eyes, followed by Valerie's second nod.

"Okay… for short term, I don't know what to do anymore. Why rejecting a guy being this hard? Usually it's not this hard, right? I've rejected two guys before…"

"It's because it was Dash. I knew him; he's a guy who doesn't want to lose a thing he wants, as long as it wasn't taken." Valerie muttered.

"Oh great—things went better for me."

"I thought Danny cares." Ivy murmured. "But I think it's just my imagination."

'Danny does care? Hah, funny. But, what if he's really cares?' Sam blushed, but then snapped to reality with shook her head. "Very funny, Ivy, if he's really like what you thought. He's even don't mind if I fall from the highest building."

"Don't be like that." Valerie chuckled. "He likes you, you know. He just too clueless, even to understand his own feeling, that's him."

"Oh, Samantha, I'm so stupid enough to know my own feelings—please go out with me!" Ivy joked, faking Danny's voice. She laughed together with Valerie, right before their face got a slam of pillows.

*****

"Danny?" Tucker called with a sleepy voice.

"Yes, Tuck?" Danny answered. He couldn't sleep.

"Are you thinking of Sam?"

"Why should I?"

"If she's accepting Dash's offer to become his girlfriend, she could leave us." Tucker muttered. "It's my biggest fear—losing a friend, from the number I could count with my one hand."

"It's not possible—she hates popular crowd, and she wouldn't definitely leave us. She loves us, she loves to hang out with us, and I know it since a day after she met her." Danny said, like he was the closest person to Sam. Well, he is, and he knew her better even from Valerie or Ivy, except if we are talking about Sam's feeling.

Tuck giggled. "I guess you got the point."

"You just were testing me?" Danny growled.

"Yeah, have a coke." Tucker said, threw a can of Coca Cola.

Danny raised an eyebrow. "You know, drinking coca cola would make my sleep not any easy."

"And I gave you what you want." Tucker giggled, closed a small fridge which placed next to his bed. He slept, left his friend rolling his eyes.

Danny drank it fastly, and coughed.

"Wow, slow, dude." Rama muttered. He's just waked up after heard Danny's loud cough.

"Sorry, man." Danny coughed, and then stopped. But luckily, he's asleep few minutes after it.

*****

And like always, the gank sitting together to one table for a breakfast. The six now used for it more than before.

"Look—your fan boy was staring right here." Valerie murmured, broke the mood of the morning.

Sam turned her head around to see popular table—and there was Dash. But it's just like only Sam felt a guilt feeling and a love feeling towards to her from his eyes, she wondered why, but felt it was so strange.

"What's wrong?" Valerie asked. "You've been weird since turning to Dash.

"Don't tell me you've just fallen for him." Danny said, glared without knowing it.

"Aw, our little boy jealous." Rama giggled, and so do the other three.

"Stop that ridiculous thing already—I'm not jealous or something." Danny said. He finished his food quickly, stood up, and left his friends.

"Wow, he's angry." Ivy said, in annoying tone—either for Sam or Danny.

"Angry or not, not my business." Sam stood up; her face is bloody serious, like an anger expression.

Everyone gulped. "What's up with that face?"

"Well," Sam started. "I need toilet." And then she rushed to go to toilet in lobby. Her friends just giggled, and sighed in relief.

Toilet for Sam wasn't taking a long time, and just walking a minute after get out of toilet, she met Dash.

"Hey, Samantha, I want to-…"

"It's Sam." Sam said, half growled.

"Sorry. So, Sam… I'm sorry."

"Dude, you said sorry for twice." Sam rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, I know. So, what's your answer?" Dash asked, smiled.

"I just have to say I'm not interested to be your girlfriend."

Dash gaped. "Why? If you're my girlfriend, you totally can join my popular crowd, and Paulina won't call you loser anymore. We are better from your friends, and we knew it for sure. Popularity is better than your status now, seriously, being called Goth?"

Sam growled. "Even with Danny, he's better than you, he thought of me as his Goth friend. And I really am Goth, only my fashion don't show it yet, but I'm still wore the clothes I want to wear. And I'm not those crowds who dislike me because I'm a vegetarian."

"But, you're still single, right? Let me be your first!"

"No, Dash, I've got myself a boyfriend." She rolled her eyes.

Dash growled. "Who is it?"

Sam sighed, and then she saw Danny randomly walked, and grabbed him. "He's my boyfriend."

Dash and Danny gaped.

"HEY!"

"You lied." Dash muttered, even he doesn't know if it's true or not.

"No, I'm not." Sam lied, but she's just liked a pro actress, so no one could tell if it's a lie or not—except the author. "It's true, I'm his girlfriend, and some people found it and it became gossip, like what you said before."

"Then just proof it. Right now, right here."

Sam sighed, once again. "Ya want a proof? Then I give ya."

Danny's eyes widened. "No… You wouldn't…"

A 'sorry' murmured to Danny's ears, and Sam got closer to him. "You're so cute, Danny." She said, and then she closed her eyes and kissed him passionately, with hands on his cheek to make her easier to kiss that short guy.

...remember?