Hey there. Another update, woo. I'm so cheery aren't I? Sorry but my mom wants me to go with this thing with a people and I don't wanna go even though they're leaving forever and I've known they since I was small. I hardly know them anymore anyways but what the heck. I'll stop talking get to the chase.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I'm feeling too dreary for something funny to write...-.-

"You'd better have a good explanation for this." she hissed angrily. Her arms were crossed as she tapped her foot impatiently at the horror-struck teen.

"I – uh, I...um..." Danny stuttered constantly at the angry Goth. His mind was blank. He couldn't think of anything to say, he was caught – caught like mouse in a mouse trap.

"Oh I'm waiting..." Sam growled as her violet eyes flashed dangerously.

To know why and how this unfortunate scene was happening, you would need to know what happened a few hours earlier that day...

It was a sunny morning when Sam woke up from her bed. She could hear her mother chirping alongside her father in the kitchen downstairs, to some stupid over-all cheesy morning talk show about "How To Handle Your Confused Child" or some other rubbish. These were the days that Sam cursed the sun for shining. Why couldn't she be left alone by that creepy boiling star? Why must it stalk the Earth every morning? The sun was the reason why she was always up so early in the morning.

A creature of the night doomed to a family of morning people. What could be a worse punishment?

Sam groaned in her mattress for a while longer before she unwillingly proceeded towards her bathroom. After a nice hot quick shower, Sam dried out her hair and decided that she'd leave her hair today. Sure her style was unique and she loved it – but at that time, the thought of curling her hair with heated products seemed ugly. After brushing her teeth, she bustled out of the bathroom with her black and purple towel, and headed towards her closet.

Marching up to it, she pulled back the wooden handle to reveal a closet full of dark clothes and shoes. Scanning through the items thoroughly and ended up wearing her favourite loose black band T-shirt, black skinny jeans and converse. Tying her raven hair into a nice high ponytail, she grabbed her purple bag and headed downstairs.

In the kitchen, her mother was dressed in a frilly pink morning dress and humming along to some happy (and very disgusting) tune. She was ordering the maid to cook breakfast – something with bacon Sam was sure of.

Her eyes brightened when they landed on Sam and also were confused, "Trying something new today sweetie? Was this change for some boy?" Pamela Manson interrogated her daughter.

Sam snorted, "No."

Her mother was always assuming things involving some boy. Her mom had a load of boyfriends when she was fourteen. According to her mother's friends and her dad, her mom was the 'life of the party'. Always going out and getting drunk, no doubt. Pamela had wanted Sam to inherit her wild lifestyle and nature – and was truly disappointed when she realized that Sam preferred reading in her room rather than going to wild out-of-control parties.

Too bad...Sam thought as she grabbed an apple quickly to escape the kitchen. She really didn't like hanging around her house in the morning. All her parents did was tried persuading her to become a Barbie doll like all the other girls in her school. Her Dad was worse than her Mom about this – and she was lucky that morning that he was running a little late that day.

Sam walked along the sidewalk in the sunny day. The heat beating down the streets gave that sense of home feeling to Sam's body. The heat always calmed her down whenever things were too hectic in her life. It always reminded her that some things would never change no matter how screwed up everything else was. The dark colour of her clothes soaked in the sunny rays, making Sam feel like a thermos out in the sun. But Sam didn't mind – she loved the heat. It was just the light that it gave that only pissed her off in mornings.

Arriving at the school, Sam immediately knew that something was wrong. Of all her days in Casper High, she knew that the teenagers never looked this...panicky in the morning. Something was definitely up. And as always – Sam had to know why.

Glancing around the worried students suspiciously, the Gothic teen slowly advanced towards the school entrance. Keeping an eye out for anything strange or – ghostly. So far, nothing was out of character except for the fear-stricken faces all around her, but they didn't really matter to Sam anyways. It that aura of fear that brought Sam to suspicion. Since when was the face of fear along students and teachers in Casper High, unless it was a ghost attack?

Never.

Wearily walking the narrow corridors, Sam ignored the mumbling whispers of the student body about her sudden change in appearance. So what if she was wearing jeans and a T-shirt instead of her usual short black tee and purple and green striped skirt with stockings? There wasn't really much difference. They were all still black – save for the band logo.

Rolling her eyes at the gossiping teens, Sam moved towards her locker. Filling in the combination she grabbed her books and was about to head towards class when she saw Danny Fenton enter the school. He was hunched over, his eyes bloodshot with dark rings under them. He looked as he was limping. Overall, he looked terrible. Sam felt a wave of sympathy wash over her as she watched the tired teen make his way towards his locker. He obviously didn't tell anyone about his condition that morning – he might be a complete jerk but he still was a human being with feelings.

Sam mustered up all the courage she could to walk over to his locker. Danny glanced at her with surprised and tired eyes. Sam hurried with her apology so she didn't look stupid or chicken out at the last minute.

"Listen...about yesterday. I – I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that and I was wondering if we could do the research for the project together at this really good library that I know, afterschool."

He seemed like he was thinking slowly, "Uh, yeah sure. Afterschool at the library..." his voice was hoarse. Danny's brain was too tired that morning, all he could do was repeat what others said.

"Hey, are you okay? You don't look so good..." Sam trailed off as she stared at his limp form.

Danny straightened himself up, but as abrupt as he did, he slumped back down. The energy was too much for him. He was all drained out from last night's ghost attacks.

"Yeah – I had to do some stuff yesterday. I didn't get much sleep." Danny whispered to try and not strain his voice.

Sam concluded that this was all she was going to get out of him and decided she'll talk to him afterschool. "Okay then – see you in class." She waved a goodbye before walking away swiftly to Biology with Herman.

Danny stared at her retreating form and as a really awkward thought entered his mind, she looks really nice today...

Sam waited patiently at the front of the school. The day had been boring and uneventful as usual. Standing out at the front of the school wasn't something she regularly did, so she hoped that Danny would get out soon. That is, before her parents or any of their friends mistook this for some stupid afterschool activity.

Encouragement like that was the last thing that someone like her needed.

Her violet eyes watched the entrance carefully before going back to the scenery in front of her. She really wanted to leave the school; it always freaked her out when she was alone ever since the Lunch Lady incident. Funny how some people were so traumatized by that day that they blotted it out from their memory – trying to prove to themselves and others that that day ever existed.

Even though the very rough sighting of Danny Phantom – whom no one except her knew – was seen.

At the sudden thought of her ghostly friend, Sam felt a little lurch jump around her stomach. She glared at her shoes below and tried to squash those stupid messy feelings. They weren't supposed to be there, they mess everything up! Another image of his ghostly green eyes flashed through her memory and Sam felt the sudden urge to create that image to life on paper. Her hand was itching to start drawing the curves and sketches.

Her red blush growing darker by the second – her mind started to wonder along by itself. Showing awkward images of the ghost boy, half-traumatizing and half-amusing to Sam. About how cute he looked when he was shy, or when he was embarrassed how his messy white hair hung over his adorable glowing green eyes...

Sam almost face-palmed herself.

She was so becoming like Paulina. She was becoming another obsessed fangirl! Oh God, she really needed to stop thinking things like that. They would only reach her into huge world of trouble.

"Uh, you...okay?" a voice snapped her out from her inner battle of feelings.

Sam snapped up to see a tired Danny Fenton staring oddly at her, "Uh – of course I'm fine. I mean, why wouldn't I be? I'm not sick so I can't be not fine so there's nothing to worry about. Psh, you worry too much about others because I'm like, totally fine! Why I am I still talking? I am such a spaz, let's go"

Sam grabbed his wrist and started dragging him towards the library. She cringed at herself for rambling on like an idiot; he probably thinks she's a mental retard now or something. Great going Sam. That was really normal...

Danny stared at her dark blush oddly. What the hell just happened? One minute he was talking to her and the next she was blabbering on like Jazz does when she's talking about psychology. And now he was being dragged by the hand to the library...

Did he miss something?

They reached the library after a short while as Danny was still being dragged by Sam and neither of them had spoken a single word. Danny was too afraid to ask her to let go. Inside, Sam finally let go of Danny and he rubbed his wrist painfully. It was red and sore.

"Uh, why don't I just get us some plays and you find a table?" Sam chuckled nervously.

"Okay..." he said still looking at her oddly.

"Great! I'll be uh – right back." Sam then ran the heck out of there.

Ducking behind a bookshelf, she tried to calm her erratic nerves as well as smack herself on the forehead for good measure. Okay, that was just embarrassing...might as well pretend that never happened than apologize for it because that'll just be more awkward...she settled.

Trying to hold herself from hiding in shame behind the bookshelf forever, Sam started looking for the literature section in hopes that when she gets back – Danny would not ask her what was wrong. The last thing she needed was someone figuring out that she had a crush on the Ghost Boy.

When no one even knew he existed yet.

The library was old, but still up and running. The floor was covered in a dusty plain red carpet that stretched along the entire library. Dim lights hung from the ceiling giving it a medieval and peaceful looking glow. The books were dark, old and very interesting. Sam once found herself at the library till midnight, until she was ushered away by the mysterious librarian.

The library was one of the most popular ones used around Amity Park, although not many people knew about it. It held thousands upon millions of books about anything that the average person would want to know about. And Sam herself knew that whichever book that she needed – she got it.

It was as if this place knew her thoughts and desires. It was hard to explain the concept of the library because there was so much to tell. Only if experienced, they would understand.

Carefully looking through the book titles, Sam tried finding anything she could find about the play they had to research on. Suddenly, her eye got caught on a book title that sounded interesting: Mythology For Goths. It was thick and covered with a dark purple cover. The pages looked yellow and old, and in the dimmed lights she knew that it was the perfect atmosphere for reading. Even though she knew that she was supposed to be working and it had nothing to do with Phantom Of The Opera – Sam couldn't resist.

She loved Greek Mythology – it was filled with amazing stories about demigods like Hercules, Achilles, Perseus and so much more. She loved to read about the Greek Gods and what the Greek people believed in. She was such a History buff. Everything old, ruined and dark interested her. She wished that she could've seen all the Greeks and their amazing stories. She loved to read about the heroics that all the famous demigods had done such as Theseus and the Minotaur. About how he had to go in the Labyrinth and used the thread to work his way across the complicated structure. She loved how most of anything didn't make sense – such as Jason abandoning the woman that loved him for some other mortal...

Yeah – mythology was awesome.

I totally know that I shouldn't be doing this and Danny is waiting for me to get back to him...but a few minutes wouldn't hurt, right? What's the harm in a little reading? Sam thought hesitantly before she grabbed the dark purple book and opened its thick contents. Setting herself on the dusty red carpet, Sam fell into a world of swords, monsters and heroes.

It was a long time before Sam's violet eyes finally ripped their intense gaze from the black print. Yawning greatly, she stretched her stiff muscles. The popping noise from her joints raised the question in her head about how long she'd been sitting there.

"Oh no..." Sam whispered horrified.

Just how long has she been sitting there? How come Danny didn't try to find her? Oh no...Danny! Sam's eyes widened as she ran towards the last place she saw him. The entrance of the library was empty save for the few people that came from outside. Glancing at the large over-decorated clock she felt a little reassured that it was only five and she hasn't been sitting for that long. It had only been about half an hour. But what about Danny? Did he leave? Was he still here waiting for her? Was he mad?

Oh god...I don't even wanna know. Sam groaned in her head. She was in a world of trouble for getting carried away with her reading. No doubt Danny was working on their project and thought that she ditched him. She had to find him!

And apologize...Sam thought worriedly.

Calming herself down a little, Sam walked towards the tables towards the middle of the library. The tables were simple thick wood, large and square to fit more people and books. They were located in the middle of the library surrounded by thousands of bookcases like a circle of wooden squares. The lighting was a little clearer here.

Sam looked around for any sight of the raven-haired boy. So far, she didn't see him. Did he leave already because he was so mad? Was he still around the place?

Please still be here so I don't have to apologize tomorrow and embarrass myself again because then that would really suck and then I'd be simmering all over the place because I'd be ashamed of myself...Sam pleaded. Then she caught sight of his head.

It was near the back of the library, and if it wasn't for his clumsiness, then Sam wouldn't have seen it. He was sort of poking his head out from the complicated bookshelves. She breathed out a huge sigh of relief. He was still here which meant that she could still apologize, probably not get out of being chewed for abandoning him – but it beats an audience she was sure that would be there if Danny wasn't still in the library.

Feeling radically (and very ridiculously) nervous, Sam worked her way over to the suspicious-looking teen. Why was he at the back of library? The only books there were self-help ones – and she really hoped he didn't have personal problems that he'll dump on her. She wouldn't survive if she had to go a month listening to some teenage guy's 'life issues'. Unless, they were ones that she was familiar with. Like saving frogs from being dissected.

Disgusting.

"Hey, what are you doing back here? I'm sorry I bailed on you but..."

Sam's voice trailed off in horror as she saw the vicious and cruel sight before her. Danny was there. Holding her backpack.

Which was ripped in shreds.

Sam stared in shock-horror. Her bag. Her bag. Her bag. HER BAG. Her Bag. She looked at his face. It looked guilty. A fierce fire roared through her veins. And she was itching to try to see how far her fist could run down his throat.

"You'd better have a good explanation for this."

Because he wasn't going to get out of library alive.

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