Hey there, you guys. I have no words to apologize for myself and my recent misgivings. (Haha.) Okay, so here's some actual, factual plot development, but it's still a baby. I just couldn't hold onto it any longer: it needed to fly free! This is honestly for "Jackie"-kind words and inspiring things. I prematurely did it-though I like it now. This is a short between Paulina and Saaaaaaaammy Manson: whom all of you love SO much. :D I'm working on this fanfic, and I have an idea for an ending! I'm sorry, babies! I know that you guys are enjoying this, and I hope I've brought at least one smile to someone somewhere. :] So, this is it. Enjoy yourself, and stay alert.

Lovessss, your author (and queen of this world and the next), Sarcasmastic.

P.S.- Please keep reviewing: any and all chapters, that'd be amazing!

"Hey, Paulina," she said, trying to project her voice without avail. She couldn't help but be meek whenever she talked to someone like her—it was a habit, not a choice.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in: Samantha Manson. Where's your Siamese twin, Sam? Better find him soon, you can't survive too long without his personality to make up for what you're missing," she said, the smile on her face frustrating Sam to no end.

Paulina had always been catty, even in her childhood. Sam had been that way too: cutting remarks and an utter disregard for empathy. Now, years later, she was still the same. Sam wasn't sure whether to be embarrassed or upset by it, because the way that Paulina acted reminded her of herself. She hated that—it was bad enough that she had to talk to her now. Just say what you need to and leave.

"My Siamese twin, funny, Paulina. Good one…" she looked away, at her watch, then back at Paulina.

"What do you want, Manson? I'm busy," she lied. Paulina wasn't busy, and Sam knew that, but ignored it.

"Why did Dash break up with you?"

"It's none of your business!"

"Oh, it definitely is. Do you even know why he did? You don't, do you? You don't know the real reason. He probably gave you some stupid lame excuse, then vanished, right?"

"So, Paulina? I'm… I'm breaking up with you. Sorry."

"WHAT? You're breaking up with me? You can't break up with me, I'm… I'm… You! You, you! You can't break up with me!"

Her screams were echoing through the hallways, leaning forward, hand on her hip as she directed those banshee shrieks at Dash, who stood there, silent and resigned, rubbing the back of his neck and keeping his eyes down and his shoes pigeon-toed.

"WHY! What could make you do something so stupid?"

"Uh…. You took my favorite teddy bear…" he said, holding back the smile that he knew was on his face.

"OH YEAH! WELL, I TOOK YOUR VIRGINITY; AND I CAN'T GIVE THAT BACK, DASH!"

"… … … … … … … so, yeah. I guess, if you still want to be—"

"Don't you say that to me! Don't you say the word 'friends'! How DARE you even THINK that I would want to be friends you, Dash Baxter!"

"Alright then. Not friends. See you later, Paulina," he said quietly.

"How did you know…?" she asked, coming back into reality from her flashback.

"Everyone knows."

"Oh. But what does that have to do with anything? Do you know why he broke up with me?" her voice ended in a whiny tone that made Sam want to vomit. She missed him.

Looking at Paulina: seeing her past, both ancient and recent was painful. To think of all the stupid things she'd done with her, and how much like her she still was: it hurt. And Danny could never see that we're exactly the same. Ugh. What makes her better than me? So, she has a stupid accent that should have gone away years ago. So, she has a nice body and is probably the easiest girl in Casper High. So, she's actually really nice if she likes you. So what? I kept her away from Danny successfully enough…

She dismissed her thought and returned to the present. Paulina was so curious, and definitely didn't want Sam to leave now. She almost didn't want to tell her: leave her completely in the dark as to her ex's wonderfully twisted reality.

"He was cheating on you—with someone you like a lot, so he finally dumped you for them," she said, using as many safe pronouns as she could. She watched in slight amusement as Paulina's eyes doubled in width, and tripled in height. Those eyes had shock, but no revelation. She had no idea who Sam was talking about. Sam turned away from Paulina, but with a smile on her face, looked over her shoulder to ask,

"Is Dash gay, Paulina?"

That word made her eyes die instantly.

"What?" came a small voice that sounded like it was far, far away.

"I asked you if Dash Baxter, your ex-boyfriend, is a homosexual male."

"….Of-of course not."

"Are you sure?" she asked, shooting Paulina a look.

"He's…He's not gay! He doesn't have any gay friends; it's me with all the gay friends!" (at this Sam couldn't help but turn up her nose) "Who does he know that's gay?"

"You don't believe me either, do you?" Sam snapped, turning to face her and getting a bit too close. Who cared, anyway? She'd gone crazy this week: everyone knew it. She didn't care. Danny was done with her—now, she was done with him, too. She'd make him pay for all he did to her. The smile on her face could be mistakenly seen as almost lucid; but no. It was a façade she'd just let down, just for Paulina. She was falling apart at the seams, and it was showing now. "Well, you know what? I have proof! And who would cheat on the perfect Paulina?" she asked in a mockingly melodramatic voice, "Who would dare do something so low and inhumane?" she paused again.

Paulina was just looking at her, eyes as wide as dinner plates and mouth slightly agape. She couldn't even utter the words "who is it", probably because she was just waiting for Sam to stop torturing her.

"Here," she said, handing Paulina a small print-out.

"What is it?" she asked instantly, before Sam had even let it go. "A picture? Of Wha—OH!" she cried, throwing a hand to her mouth.

"None other than the infamous Danny Phantom—the one who has captured your heart, yeah?" She smiled. "What do you think of him now, Paulina?"

From over the picture emerged two fireballs of pure Latino scorn. "He's going to pay for this."