Faraway

Danny Fenton opened his (AN: GORGEOUS, WONDERFUL, ETC!) blue eyes, and blinked rapidly, clearing the sleep from his eyes. He groaned and stretched, his arms flying over the sides of his bed. Sighing, he flopped back onto his stomach and moaned. Life was, to put it lightly, hell. It was something he couldn't fathom, living like this. At school he was treated like slime, made fun of, and ridiculed.

He didn't matter to anyone, except maybe his friends and family. A passing person on the street hated him! He was a social outcast, a geek. He wallowed in his grief, having himself a little pity party.

Even as Danny Phantom, he felt horrible, maybe even worse. Sure, he was saving the world, but as Danny Phantom. He sometimes thought the ghost half of him was another being, filled with courage and power. It was his shelter. Sadly, few people knew who he was, and he felt like shouting it to the world, even if it meant revealing himself. He wanted to show them all that he wasn't some weirdo teenager trying to fit in.

Why couldn't they understand?

Samantha Manson tossed in her bed, not sleeping, and extremely angry. Her parents had protested her Goth fashions, and blamed Danny and Tucker for her strange behavior. They had complained that they had 'seduced and tricked' her into behaving this way. Well, they blamed Danny more than Tucker. The thought of Danny seducing her was absurd, and it caused a interesting shade of red to adorn her cheeks.

Of course, Danny and Tucker were not to blame for her individuality. She was, but did her parents care, or respect her for it? No. For God's sake, it was her decision. Sam growled at the ceiling, and felt something on her cheek. She was crying now?

At school, she was treated like the food she liked to eat. Dirt. Well, topsoil, but you get the point. No one wanted to know the resident Goth of the school. And even if she had Danny and Tucker, they could only do so much. Her parents certainly weren't much of a help or shoulder to cry on-not that she would ever do that.

She only had Danny and Tucker, and even Tucker didn't understand all the time. Danny, he excepted her for herself. He made her feel like she belonged.

Why couldn't they understand?

Danny sighed. He was getting nowhere moping at the ceiling. He needed to…to fly. That always cleared his head. Taking a peek out his door to make sure his dad wasn't on one of his midnight trips to the 'little ghost hunters room', he changed into Danny Phantom.

He soared off into the night, feeling the cool rush of wind on his face, making his snowy hair fly back. He rose higher and for a moment, the moon was behind him, making him glow a bit. He zoomed around in circles, laughing at his own sudden freedom.

Sam groaned. It was too stuffy in here, with her anger and depression. She needed fresh air. She rose and tiptoed to her window, hoping not to disturb her parents. Not that she needed to. She had soundproof walls, which was why she could blast her stereo as loud as she liked. But she liked playing spy.

She crept to her window and opened the pane softly. She had a perfect view of the moon. She put her legs on the edge of her wide windowsill, and sat down. She gazed dreamily at the moon, until it was obscured by a being so beautiful it took her breath away.

It was Danny, and he was in front of the glorious moon. But he looked so…free. His eyes were closed in a faraway look, and his arms were flung out from his lithe body. She knew that if his eyes were open, he would have a distant, vague look about him. She sighed softly, entranced by his dance of liberation.

Danny opened his glowing green eyes quickly. He had heard something, so soft and so mystical, it made him curious. He spun around, and made contact with a saddened Sam, sitting on her windowsill. She was so pretty, just sitting there, swinging her legs. Her silk black pajama pants glistened, and her matching tank top shimmered from the moonlight. Danny grinned nervously, and put his hand behind his head in a sign of uncertainty.

You can imagine how shocked he was to see Sam motioning him over.

Sam could hardly believe her own daring. She was waving her hand to guide him closer like these meeting happened all the time. She mentally groaned, but switched to a content sigh as he neared, his eyes shining with a happiness that she felt herself. His soft white hair that she longed to run her fingers through was whipping as the wind combed its own hands through. He floated in front of her.

"Couldn't sleep?"

Danny couldn't keep his eyes off her, and he didn't want to. She looked so serene, yet a little sulky, just like he had been before his midnight flight. He flew nearer and sat next to her on her unusually wide windowsill. Their hands were touching a little, and they both blushed. Whether Sam noticed or she just chose not to say anything, he didn't know. What he did know was that she didn't move away, and his hopes lifted more.

"Nah…" she replied, "Too much on my mind."

He nodded, though he didn't know if she saw or not. Yeah, he could relate. Too much was on his mind. And you couldn't really forget that huge fact that your life was meaningless. Yeah, it stood out a bit.

Sam was sure Danny could hear her beating heart. Having this subtle conversation with him was tearing her apart. The one person she thought understood her.

"Yeah, I understand. I just feel so…so…" Danny whispered and stopped, seeming unsure of himself.

"So alone…" she murmured, more to herself than to him. Seeing his confused look, she explained.

"I feel the same way. No one understands me, I'm the social outcast, and no one likes me. No one…"

Danny couldn't believe his ears. Sam didn't care what anyone thought of her, yet here she was, looking misty eyed while saying no one cared about her.

He reached over and grabbed her chin, making her look at him.

" I care about you. Tucker cares about you. Your parents care about you. Who cares what anyone else thinks?"

Sam gave a hollow laugh.

"You mean you and Tucker care about me. My parents could care less. They're just concerned about my image."

She shook her head sadly, and looked back at her swinging knees. Life sucked.

Danny still was in shock. But in a strange way that filled him with guilt, he was relieved and filled with joy. He was not alone in his sadness.

Sam could have sworn she saw Danny grin, and mockingly pushed him in the arm, causing him to slip off the window. A little shocked and a little unwary, he fell off. Temporarily forgetting he had ghost powers, he made a wild grab for the edge- and instead gripped Sam's strong hand. She pulled him up, and he fell back onto her, both of them falling into Sam's room.

What an interesting position…Sam thought. She was lying on her back gripping Danny's hand, and he was on top of her, inches away from her face. She blushed and was pleased to see a pink tint to his cheeks as well. She grinned as they lay there, and her breathing grew heavier.

Danny was in this extremely wonderful spot, and of course, being the 14 year old he was, did the only thing possible.

He leaned down, and was almost chuckling when she bent her neck up to meet him. Their lips met, and they both sighed happily, exhaling into each others mouths. He pressed against her harder, and their bodies seemed to melt together. Danny pulled back, panting heavily as he rolled off her. Sam held in her moan of disappointment.

Danny couldn't believe what he had done. He had kissed Sam. She had kissed him. But he had kissed her when she was in a moment of anxiety. He took advantage of her, when she wanted a person to turn to.

Imagine Danny's surprise when she turned back to him, and crawled back on top of him.

"I'm not so alone…not with you…" she breathed before leaning back down.

EEEEMBER! YAY! Raphael has finally seen Fanning the Flames! I was so happy. And I wasn't the one to see it. Yeah, I'm weird. I should be updating my other stories, but I'm way too bored. Oh poo you.

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