AN: Hi! Next chapter! Sorry it took a little bit...It took a LONG time to write. Even though I didn't reach my 10 review hope-thingy, I'm updating.
Two weeks later...
After the incident at Sam's house, Danny and Sam hadn't spoken to Tucker without an angry slam of a locker door or a flash of the bird. Sam tried to talk to him one day and finally got through to him in between her drama class and chemistry. After all she had to tell him something important. She scooted close to the locker to avoid being swamped by the swarms of people trying to get to their next class.
"Tucker look. I'm really sorry for not telling you that Danny and I were dating. We thought that it would be a good idea to keep it a secret but we were wrong. And..." She stopped, shifting her messenger bag onto her other shoulder.
"And what?" Tucker's expression was blank.
"And I have to tell you that...I think I'm... pregnant. I felt that you needed to know in case you wanted to help us...But I don't think that you'd want to...we were jerks..." She spoke quietly. Tucker sneered triumphantly.
"Serves you right. I guess this is a message from God. See you later." He walked away. Sam bit back the tears. How could he be so cold? She hadn't been feeling all that well lately and she got a home test from the drug store this morning before school started. The test came out positive. She told her mother the entire story and she scheduled a doctor's appointment for her that afternoon. She had told Danny about it and he said that he was really sorry and that he would support her. She was glad for that; it would suck if Danny dumped her. She sighed and sniffled, catching Danny's eye from down the hall. He jogged towards her.
"Hey Sam...I saw you talk to Tucker. Did you tell him?" He asked.
"Yeah...he said that it serves me right... I miss the way he used to be. This blows."
"Yeah, I miss him too. Well we have to get to class. Come on." Danny took her hand. They walked to Chemistry together. Luckily, Tucker wasn't in that class. But unfortunately, Mr. Peterson, the second toughest teacher after Lancer, was the teacher. Sam and Danny took their seats next to each other. Mr. Peterson stood in front of the class.
"Students! Class is starting! Get your butts in the seats!" Everyone obeyed. "Take out your homework on nuclear fusion!" (AN: Which is fun to me. I'm not sure why.) Danny sighed and pulled out the work. Yet another long, boring day in class. Mr. Peterson droned on and on about how this was important to their everyday lives, blah, blah, etc. He slowly started to drift off with his hair in his eyes.
"FENTON!" Mr. Peterson barked. Danny woke up, scared out of his mind. He looked around frantically. "Wake up! Don't make me fail you!"
"Sorry sir." Danny mumbled, taking out his notebook to "take notes", otherwise known as doodling to stay awake. The rest of the class time went normally. Finally, the bell rang out loudly. Danny threw his bag over his shoulder and ran out the door with Sam trailing behind him.
"Thank God! I thought class would never end!" Sam exclaimed. She noticed people pointing and staring at them as they went past.
"What's their problem?" Danny asked.
"I don't know...Do I have drool on my shirt?" She asked.
"Uh...no..." People continued to snicker and whisper.
"Yo Fenton! Looks like your life story is out! Check the bulletin board!" Dash yelled from somewhere in the hall. Danny turned around to face the other side of the hall. His blood ran cold. All over it screamed signs saying "Samantha Manson is a cheating whore", "Danny Fenton is a player", "Danny got Sam pregnant" and "Samantha is a liar". But what really pissed him off was the smaller writing below them. It said: Posted by Tucker Foley. Danny slammed his fist onto the locker behind him. His eyes glowed red with anger. Tucker strolled up to Danny with a cocky smirk on his face. Danny grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up into the air.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" He yelled. Everyone crowded around them.
"I merely stated the facts. Oops, forgot to put up the one that said that you were a shitty friend!" Tucker spoke in a surprisingly calm voice. Danny flew into a rage and threw Tucker against the lockers. Sam looked scared; Danny had never, ever in the time that they'd known each other looked as angry as he did that moment. The crowd quietly chanted fight over and over again. Danny pinned Tucker, looking him straight in the eye.
"WHY DID YOU THINK THAT YOU COULD POST THOSE THINGS YOU ASSHOLE?!" Tucker kicked him in the groin. Danny let go, crumpling to the floor.
"I was just stating the facts like I said. After all, you stole my girlfriend!" Tucker tried to kick him again, but Danny dodged it and stood back up, shaking off the pain.
"SHE WAS NEVER YOUR GIRLFRIEND! YOU JUST ASKED HER OUT BECAUSE YOU WERE JEALOUS YOU BASTARD! WHAT DID YOU HAVE TO PROVE?!" Danny punched Tucker in the face. Tucker fought back with a punch in the stomach. Soon, they were fighting like two rabid beasts. The chants rose to roars, louder than the bell. Blood fell to the floor as Danny punched Tucker in the nose as hard as he possibly could. They heard a sickening crack. The crowed burst into more screams. Soon, Danny felt himself being pulled away by Mr. Peterson. Tucker was being pulled away by Lancer. Blood was running from his nose and his left eye was already swollen shut below his broken glasses. Danny had escaped with a bleeding lip. Sam was appalled. Although Danny had been fighting to defend her, she though he took it a little bit far. She heard Dash yell, "Way to go Fenton!" More tears welled up in her eyes. She wasn't really sure why.
"KISS MY ASS TUCKER!" Danny flipped him off. Mr. Peterson quickly grabbed Danny's hand and pulled him away. Everyone looked at Sam and then the crowd dissipated. A few girls came up to her, giving her advice and wishing her good luck. Some snotty cheerleaders made mean comments, but she just tried to let it roll off her back. Meanwhile in the principal's office, Danny and Tucker were being punished. They both got suspended for a week. Tucker groaned and held his nose.
"Maybe we should get the nurse to check out Tucker's nose. It looks like his nose is broken." announced Lancer. Tucker was surprised. Lancer actually cared about his face? There was a knock on the door. Sam popped her head in.
"Uh, Mr. Lancer? Can I speak to Danny?"
"Sure, make it quick." Danny slipped out of the door.
"Uh, well I'm going to my appointment...Just wanted to tell you." She looked at her feet then looked up. Danny gave her a peck on the lips.
"Good luck..." He slipped back into the room. Tucker sneered at him as best he could due to his nose being in extreme pain. Danny glared at him and wrinkled his nose.
"Your suspension starts now. I've contacted your parents to come pick you up. In the meantime, go to the nurse to get some ice the both of you." The teens stood up and left the office separately. Danny arrived at the nurse's office first. She gave him some ice for his lip and cleaned up the cut. Then Tucker arrived. The nurse gave him ice for his eye and for his nose.
"Danny!" Danny groaned. Jack and Maddie busted into the door.
"What dad? I'm here. No need to yell." Danny replied standing up and slinging his bag on his back.
"Come on, we'll talk in the car." Danny followed them out. The Fenton RV was sitting in the parking lot. Danny climbed into the backseat, making sure that no one that he knew saw him. His father started it up and pulled out of the parking space.
"Danny, what got into you? You attacked Tucker?" asked Maddie.
"Well, yeah...Long story." He replied.
"We'll you've got time. You're grounded." She said.
"Let me guess...Tucker was possessed...by a ghost!" yelled Jack.
"No Dad! He's not! It's just that...well...we're sort of fighting because uh...he thought he was dating Sam because he asked her out because we wanted to keep our relationship a secret...and..." He sighed, scratching the back of his head, "He caught us...uh...um...you know..."
"No son, I don't. Elaborate." Jack spoke.
"Jack, I think he means...they were..." She leaned over and whispered to him. He made a face.
"Danny! Didn't that talk I gave you mean anything?!"
"Yeah...but you have no idea what it was like."
"Yes we do Danny. Did you use protection?" Maddie turned to look at him.
"Uh...no...and Sam thinks she's pregnant..." Danny looked at his feet and placed his hand on his armrest. Suddenly, lasers shot out everywhere outside. Danny groaned.
"Oh no...I can't believe this...Call Sam tonight...did she go to the doctor and find out or did she just do a home test?" Maddie bit her nail.
"Just a home test, but she should be at the doctor right now..."
At the doctor's office...
"Samantha Manson?" asked a nurse wearing pink scrubs holding a file. Sam and her mother stood up. "Follow me." They followed her to a small room painted the same color pink as her scrubs.
"Okay...uh...So you're here for a pregnancy test right?" the nurse asked. Sam nodded gently. "Okay, just go inside this little cup for me...the doctor will come back in about 10 minutes to tell you the results after you give me the cup." The nurse handed Sam a tiny cup and pointed to where the bathroom was. Sam locked the door and started to fiddle with the cup.
"This is another time that I wish I was a guy..." She murmured to herself. She finished her business and brought the cup back to the nurse. The nurse took it back to the lab.
"Mom, are you mad at me?" Sam asked.
"Not at all honey...people make mistakes..." Mrs. Manson replied. They sat in silence looking at the pink walls. Some one knocked on the door. Sam jumped and clutched her purse. Her doctor, Dr. Connors (AN: Heh! AKA The lizard! Well I know Dr. Connors wasn't like a doctor- doctor, but whatever.) , walked in with a smile on his face.
"Hello Samantha! I have good news! You're not pregnant! Your period should come again in the next two days." Sam jumped up and did a small dance. Her mother smiled staying in her seat although she also seemed ecstatic. Dr. Connors talked about some random things before handing her file to her to take to the front desk. Her mother did all of the payment stuff as Sam turned on her small cell phone.
"Oh Sam, I forgot to tell you! There was a rat in the basement and so we have to get an exterminator in our house. He said that we couldn't stay in the house because of the gas. So do you think that you could stay with Danny or someone? My friend Kathy didn't have enough space for all of us. Just your father, I, Boo and Tricky can fit into their guest room." Boo and Tricky were Sam's cats. She also had two dogs, Duchess and Ella. "So you can take Duchess and Ella with you to Danny's or whoever. Is that alright?" They walked out of the office to their car.
"Oh, yeah, that's cool even though you're killing animals..." Sam was too excited to rant on about animal cruelty "I'll call Danny right now." She dialed 5 and it instantly started to dial Danny's number.
"Hello?" Danny sounded bored.
"Hey Danny! Guess what?!"
"What?!" His voice perked up.
"I'm not pregnant!" She practically screamed.
"That's great! Mom and Dad grounded me for that reason mainly. Once I explained what happened with the bulletin board, they decided to lessen the whole 'starting a fight' grounding."
"That's great...Listen, do you think that I could stay at your house for like three days? Mom's bringing in the exterminator to get rid of some mice and we can't stay in the house."
"Sure, let me ask Mom. I'll be right back." She heard him place down the phone. After a couple of seconds, she heard him pick the phone back up.
"Yeah, it's cool. I told her that you weren't pregnant and so somehow I got un-grounded. Do you have to bring your dogs or cats?"
"Yeah, is it alright if I bring Ella and Duchess?" She nearly lost hold of her phone as her mom slammed on the brakes and cursed out a truck driver.
"Sure, it's fine. They're small, so it's fine." Ella was a Chihuahua and Duchess was a Yorkshire terrier.
"Cool, I'll be there at about 7-ish...is that okay?"
"Yeah, that's great. See you then."
"Bye." She hung up the phone. "Okay Mom, Danny said I could stay there until we needed to go back." They pulled into the driveway. "I'll drive myself."
"Which car are you taking?" Mrs. Manson asked after slamming the door to their car.
"Uh, well I sort of wanted to take the mini...is that okay?"
"Sure, just make sure the tank is full when you get back."
"Great! Thanks mom!" She gave her mom a kiss on the cheek and sprinted up the front steps.
"Hello Ms. Manson." Spoke Chives as he opened the door (AN: What kind of cruel parent would name their child Chives?! It's like making sure that they'll be a butler! No rock star is named Chives! Hell, no accountant is named Chives!) to the front of their house. She ran up to her room and started to pack her clothing, toiletries, Ella and Duchess's doggy clothing and stuff that she might need. She dug through her closet and got out her double dog purse. She finally found it and then tried to find Ella and Duchess. She pulled their black and purple leashes off the hook in the hallway and called to them. After a few minutes they trotted up to her. She clipped on their leashes and walked them back to her room. She put them in the purse and took them downstairs.
"Hey mom! I'm going to Danny's!" She called after getting the keys to her Mini Cooper from her purse.
"Alright! Call us on our phones when you get there!" Sam closed the door and Chives locked it. She walked out to her car and placed Ella, Duchess, and her bag in the front seat. She sped over to Danny's. Danny met her at the front and took her things inside.
"Just letting you know, Jazz brought her boyfriend over for dinner tonight...Sorry for any mental scarring." He put her things on his bed. Ella and Duchess jumped out of the doggy purse and started to walk around barking. "And mom said we have to dress up for dinner too...Did you bring anything that's sort of dressy?"
"No...I just brought school clothes and stuff. I can run back home really quickly and get some." She said.
"Really? Cool. I think I left my—"
"Yeah, you left your chemistry book there. Do you want to come back with me?"
"Sure, let me ask mom what time dinner is." They walked down the stairs.
"Mom, when's dinner?" Maddie was cooking something at the stove. She was actually wearing normal clothes.
"At 8. Why?"
"Well Sam wanted to get some clothes from home."
"Okay, go ahead, but hurry back." The couple ran to Sam's car and quickly picked up black slacks and a button down red top with black kitten heeled flip-flops for Sam. (AN: Hint guys, they're those flip-flops with the little heels.). They sped back to Danny's house leaving just enough time to get dressed and to get ready. Danny put on a blue button down and khaki pants and ran a brush through his hair. Meanwhile in the bathroom, Jazz and Sam were battling trying to put on makeup. They really had no idea why they were dressing up for dinner with Jazz's boyfriend who would be arriving soon, but they were none the less. Finally, the doorbell rang and they all ran downstairs. Jazz's boyfriend, Tom was standing in the doorway. Maddie summoned him into the dining room that they only used on special occasions. Jazz gave the introductions quickly and finally greeted Tom.
"Hey Tom!" said Jazz giving him a long kiss.
"Hey baby!" Sam and Danny rolled their eyes at Tom. He looked a lot like Dash but his hair was brown and he had green eyes. Jack ran up the stairs wearing a tie over his jumpsuit.
"Are you all ready to eat?" Maddie put some bowls and plates on the table. Everyone took their seats. Jack was at one end of the table and Maddie was at the other end. Danny sat next to Sam and across from Jazz and Sam sat across from Tom. They started to pass around salad and bread.
"So Danny, do you play sports?" Asked Tom as he munched into his salad.
"As if! I can barely walk down the street without falling on my butt! I'm basically quarterback bait. Well, until I stood up to the bully." Danny exclaimed spreading butter around on his roll.
"Oh...Well Sam, do you play sports?" He asked with a strange look on his face.
"No...Not really..." She nibbled on her salad.
"Not even cheerleading or flag girls or anything?" Tom was evidently a jock.
"No. All cheerleaders are shallow puddles of shi—I mean, poop. They're so obsessed with their fake looking boobs in their tight little sweaters that they lose what's inside. I'm convinced that they're all in evil cults." Sam replied. Everyone sat in silence. Danny stifled a laugh by stuff a roll inside his mouth.
"So...uh...How's school been son?" Jack asked as he started to pass around some pasta.
"Uh...okay...I haven't fallen down the steps at all this week..." Tom took Jazz's hand on the table. Jazz smiled. Danny rolled his eyes again and gagged on his salad. "And I'm doing okay in my classes."
"That's good..." Everyone sat in silence.
"So Tom...uh...what do you like to do?" Danny asked while shoving penne pasta in his mouth.
"I play football. Intense sports are my favorites." Danny smirked and thought to himself: Is Jazz really dating this guy?! "And I like to do interior design." Woah, what? Danny thought. Okay, maybe Jazz is dating him.
"Fabulous..." Danny said sarcastically. Jazz gave him a small kick under the table.
"Tom is the star of the football team..." Danny squinted at Jazz's hand. There was something on it. When she lifted her fork to her mouth Danny noticed it was a ring.
"Holy shit!" He cried.
"Danny! Don't use that language! Just because he's the star of the football team doesn't mean you can curse!" Maddie scolded.
"No, not that, Jazz has a freaking diamond ring on her finger!" Sam looked at Jazz's left hand. Indeed there was a large diamond sitting on a golden band.
"We're getting married Danny. Didn't Dad tell you?" Jazz spoke.
"You're getting married?!" Jack exclaimed. Jazz sighed.
"Yes Daddy! That's why I've been here so much for the past few weeks. Mom and I have been planning it." Danny groaned slightly. This Dash clone was going to be his brother-in-law?! "Danny, you have to bring someone as your date."
"Okay, Sam, do you want to go?" He said still in a mild state of shock.
"Sure Danny." She replied.
"Alright so it's Danny and Sam...and...oh yeah, do you guys want to give a toast or say a poem or anything?"
"No...not really...unless for some reason we sudden—oh! Sam wants to sing!" Danny had an idea.
"No I don't! I stink!" She protested.
"I didn't know you sang Sam." Jazz pulled out her PDA from her purse that was by her feet. "Sing something for us." Everyone looked at Sam. Sam looked at Danny with an "I'm going to KILL you" look on her face. Then he shot the "Hey, I have a plan" look back at her.
"Well...I sort of need music..."
"Alright, what sort of music?"
"Uh...Do you have Norah Jones?" She asked quietly.
"Yeah, I think...it should be in the living room. Is everyone done?" Jazz stood up and fixed her skirt. Everyone nodded and also stood up. "We could come back for dessert" They walked to the living room. Jazz put on the CD. "Which song?"
"Don't know why." Sam was blushing like crazy. Everyone sat on the couch and waited for her to start. She started to sing gently. Her voice was a little shaky at first, but then she became more comfortable. Everyone clapped at the end.
"Wow...That was great Sam! You can sing! You can perform after...Dad does his toast..." Jazz tapped it into her PDA.
They continued eating dinner and dessert. Finally Tom left. Sam was lying on Danny's bed waiting for him to explain his plan. Ella was sitting by her legs and Duchess was lying on her stomach.
"Danny, what's the plan?" She stroked Duchess's back.
"See, we get you to sing a song that basically says I'm sorry to Tucker at Jazz's wedding."
"But how do you know Tucker's coming?"
"Jazz invited him."
"Okay...but I think we should ask Jazz first..."
"Advice from Jazz? Oh god." Duchess had fallen asleep on her stomach. Sam put her next to her and picked up Ella.
"Come on Danny!" She pulled him out the door and Jazz's room where she was making a seating chart. She looked up.
"Hey you all. What's wrong?" Sam sat next to Jazz. Jazz gently petted Ella on the head. She put a goofy grin on her face as Danny paced back and forth.
"Well, see, Tucker is pissed at us because he caught us you know...and so we're trying to get him to be our friend again."
"Oh my god! You guys did it?!" She squealed.
Danny sighed. "Yes Jazz. We did. Now quit being perverted and help us."
"Do you have any ideas?"
"We thought that Sam could sing a song that said I'm sorry and maybe Tucker might make up with us."
"Danny, that's possibly the cheesiest idea I've ever heard in my life. Sing the song and then try to put him in a spot where he has to listen to you. Just be prepared to say what you need to say...Did you use a condom?"
"Jazz!" The teens exclaimed. They thanked her and went back to Danny's room. They started to plan what song Sam was going to sing and what they were going say to Tucker.
AN: Whew, that was a long chapter! Microsoft Word says it's 10 pages! No flames please! I love ya! Kisses!