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A Last Chance

Danny's p.o.v.

I woke up. Surely this had to be a better day. It was the day of the dance after all. Yesterday was a complete waste. Tuck said I needed to tell her. Cornered I almost had.

I got out Sam I-

Then what? Oh it was just perfect I sank through the wall. So now today. Somehow I have to restack my courage and tell her. I had a perfect time to tell her. But Danny Phantom got in the way.

Why must I be so cursed?

But it was time to get this over with. Something had to be done today.

My clothes for tonight had been set out, along with the tickets. All I had to do was tell her, today.

I looked in the mirror quickly checking my appearance. It was ok.

"So Danny today's the big day." Jazz appeared behind me in the mirror.

"Heh, yea."

"Have you told Sam?"

"You know?" I turned around to face my big sis. What didn't she know?

"Uh yea, have you?"

"No, I've gotten all these chances and every time somethin messes up."

"You serious?"

"Yea, but I will today. Before the dance."

"Good luck," With that Jazz gave me a knowing smile and walked away.

She knows a lot more than she's letting on.

There wasn't really time to think about that, I had a bus to catch. If I was lucky enough I could tell Sam I needed to talk to her at lunch.

This time no mess ups.

I went outside to meet the bus, right on time. Moving halfway back I took our normal seats impatiently waiting for Sam's stop.

I felt sickly and way too nervous.

Your only asking to talk to her later. No biggy right?

Just act normal.

Yea, ask a halfa to be normal. That wasn't happening.

Just act not invisible.

Good enough.

I watched as the bus stopped and Sam climbed up. Same dressings as always. She gave me a smile as she sat down.

I shifted my arm to the other side, it was transparent.

"Hey Sam?"

She turned her head looking straight at me. I tried to ignore the feeling I was getting. Tried to ignore the way she smelled. I felt my leg begin to tingle.

Snap out of it Fenton.

"Uh I just wanted to know if I could talk to you at lunch."

"Yea, sure."

That was the extent of our conversation. Both of us were a little uneasy about yesterdays events, or at least I was. She had to have taken that phase out as a sign.

The bus ride, and much of the morning we didn't talk, beside to ask each other about homework or classes.

In the halls between classes is where I got most of my social interaction. Dash had already come up and congradulated me, apparently Jazz was going to the dance with him.

Tuck had found me next. Currently he was lecturing me. Since when had he cared so much about me getting with Sam?

"...you know it's really simple, all you have to do is say it. Can you say it?"

"Yes Tuck, I have 'come to terms'," I made air quotes. "I'm going to talk to her at lunch."

"At lunch?" Tuck made a disgusted face.

"What?"

"I think you need a little more privacy."

"Uh since when?"

"Since now, don't argue. Let's see, yes I've got it." Tuck had a planning face on.

"What?"

"Huh? Oh did I say that out loud? It's nothin dude,"

"Tuck," I met his stare in a warning tone.

"I've got to go fix something, I'll catch ya later Danny," and before I could catch him, the boy had rounded the hall corner.

What is wrong with the world?

I headed to my last class before lunch. I wish I wasn't a C student and could put all this together.

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I was headed for the cafeteria. It was time to get this done. Entering the door I looked around.

No sign of Sam, only a Tuck waving me over. Confused I headed over.

I know I told her I needed to talk.

"Hey man,"

"Hey Tuck, where's Sam?"

"Just left."

"What? Why?"

"Told her you didn't need to talk, she went to work on her extra credit in art."

"Tucker! I need to talk to her."

"No, I am not letting you tell your feelings to her in a cafeteria, or school for that matter."

"But you said-"

"Yea I said to tell her, and you will." Tuck gave me a smug look.

"This was my last chance, the dance is tonight."

"Yea, and you will tell her tonight."

"When?"

"Believe me you will know when."

"Tuck, this is getting annoying fast. No one is telling me anything."

"Hah," Tuck patted me on the back. "Don't worry it will all make sense eventually. Now eat up you may not have the nerves to later,"

"True," I slipped my hand under the table. It had vanished. With my other I dug into the door. I didn't feel nervous anymore. Only worried. Tucker said I would know when to tell her.

Somehow that wasn't too reassuring. I finished off the ham sandwich and my milk. Probably the last meal for today.

"Hey Tucker?"

"Yea?"

"Do you know if she's wearing the same dress?" I asked cautiously. Had to make myself not get a mental picture. My powers were working in overtime.

"No, I seen the new one. Now I think of her as a little sister, but I think I was drooling."

I tried not to mentally picture that. I wasn't familiar with the idea of any other guy taking my Sam.

My Sam?

Yes.

I laughed nervously.

"I'm sure you'll like it Danny." My best friend reassured me. He got up to leave.

"Tuck,"

He turned back to face me. "Yea?"

"Thanks,"

"I can't take all the credit, but I'll deliver the message."

With that he was gone. More and more he left me to think. Darn him and all this secrecy.

I cleared my plate and headed off to my next class. It was unnerving. The time was going by so fast. Sooner than you know I'd be...

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...here. Hadn't I just said this earlier. I knew that the time was going by too fast. I was standing in front of my mirror. Fully dressed. I had combed my hair, and gotten the tickets.

It was 6 p.m. One hour until this dance. My nerves were jangling. My stomach felt fully sick. But I hadn't had enough food for it to do anything about it.

Calm down Danny.

Yet I couldn't. Any minute now I'd have to go get Sam.

"Danny?" Jazz's voice came from the kitchen.

"Coming," I took a last glance in the mirror before heading down.

"Aww you look so handsome!" Jazz gushed hugging me.

"Thanks Jazz,"

"Ready to go?" Jazz jingled the keys.

"Actually I still have something to take care of, so I'd rather walk." I scratched my head giving my sister a sheepish smile.

"I understand, good luck."

"Do you know?"

"Of course, don't worry," With one last assuring smile she pushed me outside. With nothing to stall me I started the walk to Sam's. I didn't know what to expect. It seemed that everyone else did though. That bugged me still.

I tried walking slow. Did you ever realize that makes you get there faster?

Before I knew it I was there. Standing in front of tall oak doors of the Mansion house. I wanted to bring flowers or something. Jazz told me that a female doesn't like to be bought with simple things that degrade themselves and eventually die.

Instead of arguing I just figured Sam wasn't a flower person anyway.

Taking a soothing breath I knocked on the door. A butler opened the door.

"She'll be right down," He assured me, leaving his post at the door and venturing off.

I walked a little inside. There was a master staircase in front of me. I guessed Sam would be coming down.

I adjusted my jacket and ran a hand through my hair.

Stay calm, she isn't even here yet.

My thoughts were too soon. I heard a clacking of boots from the top of the stairs.

At the top was my best friend...

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