Hey, everyone. I meant to update yesterday, but I got busy. It's kind of a funny story. I showed up at my boyfriend's house crying because I just about flunked my Bio Final.
Oh, also, on my Math midterm at the end of Semester 1, I got a 96.8%, this one, I got a 96.9%. Between you and me, I just think she doesn't want to give me the A+, because I never do homework in her class. :P
Disclaimer: *finds paper on the ground* *looks at it* Sweet, DANNY PHANTOM DEED! *thinks* *returns to Butch Hartman* I guess I still don't own Danny Phantom. *sigh*
Sam Manson: I know it's a mean prank, but when you come out, I'm grumbling like a walker and I sneak up behind you to scare you
Danny Fenton: I turn around and scream, waving my arms like crazy and fall on the ground. "What...wha...what... Oh you didn't just do that..." I bring my hand to my chest, panting. "You didn't...You didn't..."
Sam Manson: "Shhh," I try to calm you, "I'm sorry, that was wrong of me to do." You can't accept my apology due to the face that I'm giggling.
Danny Fenton: "Yeah that was wrong! And you're not sorry! You think it's funny!" I say, serious.
Sam Manson: I hug you softly. "I was just trying to lighten the mood," I say nervously.
Danny Fenton: I hug you back gently. "Good one." I say it in a serious tone though.
Sam Manson: "I'm sorry," I say honestly. I stop hugging and go back to working on the canoe, feeling bad for pranking you.
Danny Fenton: I follow you. "Hey don't feel bad. It's okay. We really need to lighten the mood. You did a horrible job..." I chuckle
Sam Manson: "I'm sorry," I say honestly.
Danny Fenton: "Don't worry. It's fine." I smile.
Sam Manson: I blush, subconsciously deciding that you don't actually like me. I'm nervous as I look at the canoe. "Can you help me finish up?"
Danny Fenton: "Sure. My pleasure." I'm happy for helping you. Your altruism is something I really value and also your ability to help people. Not to speak of your wonderful deep purple eyes.
Sam Manson: I smile at you. With your help, I finish the canoe. "You're awesome," I say smiling.
Danny Fenton: I smile as I pull the canoe to the water. "We both are. Can you get Jazz? We should get going. I think I heard something..."
Sam Manson: I go back into the bunker and get the clothing, treatment, and then go to Jazz. "Jazz, wake up," I whisper. I hear a sound, and stop trying to wake her. I lift her and carry her to the canoe.
Danny Fenton: When you come out, I'm standing with water by my knees, holding the canoe on the water. I'm pale with fear. In front of me, a crowd of walkers wobbles towards the water. Another bunch of them walk towards you. I glance at you, but I'm too scared to say a word.
Sam Manson: I think quickly and pick up a paddle. I throw it to you quickly, keeping one for myself.
Danny Fenton: I grab it in the air and motion for you to hurry as I hold the canoe steady. "Come on! Quick!" I say, as the walkers approach
Sam Manson: I think 'he's an idiot' as I meant for you to use it to whack away the walkers. I run over to you and hand you Jazz grabbing the gun from my pocket, shooting three closest walkers.
Danny Fenton: I pick Jazz up and leave her in the boat. I then call you before jumping in so I can make sure you're safe before I get on it. "Sam! Come on!"
Sam Manson: Sam Manson:I get in quickly, using the paddle to whack the walkers. "Get in, Darik," I command you. "I only have one bullet left!"
Danny Fenton: I obey without having to be told twice and begin to row with all the strength I have left which is not too much. On the boat, Jazz cries and covers her face.
Sam Manson: I hold her. "Shhh," I whisper in a calming way, "it's okay."
Danny Fenton: I row far from the coast as the walkers get in the water but are no longer able to get to us. Drops of sweat roll down my forehead.
Sam Manson: I place my hand on your shoulder. "You didn't sleep last night," I whisper, "let me row.
Danny Fenton: "No..." I swallow hard. "I can... I can do it... I... I can... I..." I pass out, almost letting the paddle sink in the ocean.
Sam Manson: I grab the paddle and start rowing. "Jazz, are you feeling okay," I ask, "we're going to another place, you'll never be away from your brother again, I promise."
Danny Fenton: "Darik!" She bends over me on the boat, making it swing. "Darik! Wake up!" She turns to you. "Wha-what happened to him...?"
Sam Manson: "He's tired," I tell her, "he hadn't slept last night, he needs to sleep."
Danny Fenton: "Oh..." She calms down a little. "I'm glad you're here..." She says, resting her head on my chest. "It's the third time you save me... I wouldn't be able to row...I'm too small..." She says, closing her eyes. "You're like Darik. You help me and care for me... like a sister..." She says
Sam Manson: I blush. "Thanks," I say nervously, "you're a sweet girl, but don't say I saved your life, if it wasn't for Darik, you wouldn't be here right now. He brought you to the island, gave the bone marrow and blood for your transplant, carried you over 15 miles, and waited until we were both in the canoe before he got in. If you're going to thank anyone for saving your like, thank him... After he wakes up, of course."
Danny Fenton: She giggles. Her face is still shiny with tears though. "Would you be my sister, Sam?" She asks as she closes her eyes, resting her head on my chest.
Sam Manson: I try to avoid the question, knowing that I like you and knowing that I would be indirectly your sister. "Jazz," I say, "you should try to go back to sleep. It's safe now."
Danny Fenton: She no longer hears you. Her breathing is now at a slow pace as she sleeps. We are soon getting close to the other island
Sam Manson: I look over at you and row us in to shore. "Help me push the canoe to shore," I tell you as we get into the ankle deep water. I get out of the boat and you follow. We push the boat onto shore and I glance around, my eyes meeting yours. I glance around awkwardly, my eyes landing on my bag, then across your tattered appearance except the sweatshirt. "If you're interested, I brought some clothing of Liam's for you... I also have some clothing that used to be mine for Jazz when she wakes up," I tell you. I hand you the bag then go back and kneel next to the water and start to use it to wash my face as best I can. You open the bag and there's a plaid flannel, a t-shirt, and a pair of blue jeans that were for you and a pair of yoga pants and a pink sweater for Jazz. My shirt and pants are practically ripped to shreds on me, but I don't notice. I didn't bring anything for myself, caring too much about you and Jazz to think about myself. I stand I look up at the gentle, bright sunrise. "It's really beautiful," I say, motioning the sun.
Danny Fenton: I walk slowly towards you and stand by your side, enjoying the view. My hand touches yours and I take yours in mine. "So are you..." I say.
Sam Manson: I raise my other hand to your forehead. "You don't feel warm," I say, "but you're not thinking straight. Probably just overly tired."
Danny Fenton: I chuckle. "Oh shut up..." I come closer and kiss your lips.
The end... Kidding! There's still one more major infection to go... Who will live and who will die? Keep reading to find out.
Peace, Love, Phantom,
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