Danny watched Sam all through gym, but she didn't so much as glance his way. He knew that she knew that Tucker had given his name, but maybe she thought that Tucker was playing a joke on her or something. After all, they both knew that Tucker would without a second thought.
After P.E. Danny, Sam and Tucker had to split up, all being in different classes at that point in time. Danny slouched in his seat, leaning his head against the back of his chair. He felt his icy eyes drifting closed. His last conscious thought was, What girl in their right mind would like Tucker?
Poke . . .
Poke . . .
Poke . . .
Poke . . .
Poke . . .
With a groan Danny smacked the hand that was continually poking his ribs, every poke harder than the last. The poking continued. Danny cracked open an eye, he was staring into Sam's face.
Morning. She spelt on his arm, a grin spreading across her delicate features.
"What?" Danny mumbled groggily.
"You fell asleep during math, and, Princess, here," Tucker jerked a thumb toward Sam, who spun around to glare at him for calling her Princess, "Needed to be the one to wake you up." Sam successfully slugged him before turning back to Danny. He wasn't fully awake yet, but he had to crack a smile at his looney friends.
"Anyway, let's go. Break time!" Tucker announced, spinning on his heel, and grandly sweeping from the room. Sam and Danny stared after him, both trying to hold back laughter.
Tucker had gotten to the end of the hall before he realized that he wasn't being followed. His friends had decided to stay in the classroom. Well, he thought, maybe they did get together. I just hope I don't need therapy for what I see if I stick my head in the door.
Danny and Sam weren't doing anything, just waiting for Tucker to come back. And, against his better instincts, he swung his head around the side of the doorframe, "Coming lovebirds?" He asked. Tucker took one look at Sam's face and ran. Ran away fast.
"Just don't kill him." Danny told Sam. Yet. She replied, taking off. Yes, his friends were most definitly crazy, but, he liked them that way.
***
"Just ask her out." Tucker tried to persuade Danny. Sam was at school, staying behind for an art program.
"What? I just met her like, yesterday? I don't think that'd go over well, I want to stay out of the hospital." Danny pointed out, referring Sam's violent acts towards Tucker.
"That was me, she likes you. Trust me. I know these things, plus, she already knows you like her." Tucker replied, talking about the note earlier that day.
"Oh, yes, that note. I will get you back for that. Whether it be today, tomorrow, or twenty years, but someday, you will suffer." Danny threatened darkly.
"Just don't let Sam plan it." Tucker mumbled under his breath.
"What was that?" Danny wondered oh-so-sweetly.
"Nothing, nothing, just, ah, ask her out. I swear, you won't die."
"Which brings us to the topic of the impending doom." Danny sighed, his head hurt from trying to figure out Sam's mystery. Unfortunately, there seemed to be no way to tell what it was until Sam actually had the vision.
"Don't be such a downer. Sam will see something, you'll kill it, and I'll run." Tucker laughed.
"Optimistic much?" Danny joked. "Wait, run from what?"
"You, Sam or both, depending on who I ticked off last. You have to admit, that's they way it'll go."
"Probably," Danny gave him that. "They question is why."
"I can think of a few ideas you probably wouldn't want to hear." Tucker mused.
"Which is why I don't want to hear them." Danny said with a pointed look.
"Fine, but it involves you lovebirds." Tucker gave a bright smiled and skipped away. Danny closed his eyes before the image really sunk into his mind. He turned and yanked open his front door.
"Err . . . Danny?" Jazz asked as he came in the house. "The phone rang, but only silence was on it, so I think it was Sam calling for you."
"Sam's at an after school art program that's not over for another hour. Besides, I don't know why she'd be calling me when I'm going to see her later anyway."
"Right." Jazz left the room.
Danny dumped his bookbag on the counter and began to make himself a snack, making sure no ingredients were glowing. The phone rang. He picked it up and cradled it between his shoulder and his ear.
"Hello?"
"Is this Danny Fenton?" Came a high-pitched female voice.
"Yes. May I ask who's calling?" Danny replied politely.
"I am Ms Cynthia Dowry, the art director at Casper High. Samantha Manson has had a spell, we can't contact her parents and we were told that you two seem to be spending a lot of time together. I was just wondering if you knew anything about it."
A spell? Danny thought. He racked his mind, Sam had never mentioned . . .OH! A vision!
"Yes, Ms Dowry. Sam should be fine, just give her a few minutes and I'll be there. Make sure you tell her that and keep her calm."
"Thank you Danny, I look forward to seeing you."
After I post this chapter I will go and make a poll on whether or not you all want a sequal, right now the title will probably be Silenced. Anyway, this story is far from over (maybe, possibly, I dunno, however long it takes to finish to where I want too), so go vote. Please. It's all up to you!
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