Disclaimer: Sorry sweetcakes, I don't own Danny Phantom. Do you honestly think I would be sitting at my butt lazily writing stories? I would be saying the stories and someone would be typing them up for me. Duh!
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CLUELESS: CHAPTER 6
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I have always hated the smell of nail polish when it's wet. But even when it's dry, I still hate it. I hate nail polish. It's shiny and annoying to look at. I hate how people bite at it, and it looks horrible and disgusting. I hate how it looks even when it's not bitten up. I just hate nail polish. I have no idea why.
When I met Sam, I glanced down at her nails, and they were clear and natural. I looked up at her, and asked, "Do you like nail polish?"
She wrinkled her nose like she just smelled some bad odor. "No way. Nail polish is annoying, and it smells bad when wet."
I looked up, and stared in her eyes, that seemed to have no end. I couldn't speak.
She was amazing, I decided. A goddess.
But those moments are gone now. Sam loves Danny. She's wearing nail polish. She will never, ever be mine. Ever.
I was in the old treehouse we made when we were about nine, or something, in the old tree just outside the town. Our names were written on the wooden walls, and I remembered everything that happened in the treehouse.
Sam would make us meditate; we would have pretend tea and play pirate ship. The treehouse was our second home; when we were made at each other, we would talk it out in the treehouse. We got older, so we abandoned it.
But, I wish, with all my heart, we could go back to the carefree days of being a kid...
Opening up my poetry book, I flipped through it, and then sighed a heavy sigh. A tear started falling out of my eye, rolling down my cheek, as I whispered, "Shit."
The nine-year-old me was running through the grass, running toward the treehouse.
"Tucker! Tucker!" I saw Danny and Sam in it, waving for me. I smiled a toothy grin and kept running as fast as I can. But the treehouse was getting farther and farther away.
"Wait, wait!" I desperatly screamed, and I was about to give up.
Then, suddenly, someone pulled me up to the treehouse where Danny and Sam smiled at me. I tried to see who it was who was helping me, but the person was in shadows.
Who was it?
Who was helping me?
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"Tucker? Tucker? TUCK!" I felt a hand grip my shoulder, and whip my head around.
"W-what?" I opened my eyes lazily, and then saw Sam looking at me, her eyes frantic. Ah, my sweet Sam. If only you weren't with...
I jumped up, realizing I must have dozed off. It all came back to me. The yelling. The nail polish. The rejection.
"Tuck...Tuck, I've been looking all over for you." Sam was alone. No Danny.
I stared at her, getting angier by the second. She's been looking all over for me! Does she even realize what I've been going through. I stood up, in the small treehouse, and said in a bitter tone, "Well, I've been trying to get away from you."
"But...Tucker," she said, nervous, as she tugged on my shirt.
I shook off her hand. "But nothing! I don't care about you Sam! I don't care what the hell you do anymore! Go back to Danny; he loves you, and you love him. Be happy for each other, and ignore me! Ignore me like you always do!" I screeched at her. After I said that, I felt immeditatly regretful, as I watched her reaction.
Her eyes widened, and she bit her lip as she looked down. There was silence, except for the birds chirping. The sun was setting, and the sky was misty purple. "Go home Sam," I said softly, my eyes shifting to my side. "There is nothing we can do anymore for each other."
I glanced back at her face, her face was scrunched up like she was trying not to cry. She turned like she was going to leave, and I closed my eyes in relief, but then she stopped, and turned back again.
And she slapped me.
I couldn't speak. My face stung like hell, but I didn't scream. I just stared at her hand and her face.
"My God! Tuck, get over yourself! So I don't LOVE you! I didn't reject you Tuck. I still really like you. You're my best friend! I can tell you anything. Sure, we can't be anything more than that, but at least we can be friends!
"I might ignore you sometimes, but I never mean to, and I swear I won't anymore. And if you're too pathetic to just get over one little broken heart, then you better just give up on life, because it's going to be WAY harder than that!" she yelled.
I didn't feel horrible about myself. I just took one glance at her hand, seeing the nail polish was gone, and back at her pouty face, remembering everything about her, and gave her a big hug.
"Tucker?" she said, surprised as she stepped back.
"Sam...Sam...you're back. The Sam I love is back. The one that doesn't let people ride over her, the one that does what she wants to do, the one that is my best friend." I pulled myself from her, and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Not romantic, a friend kiss.
Her face was flushed and her mouth was wide open. But she closed it and then smiled. "Tuck, Tuck, you've got it wrong." Tears started pouring down her cheeks, as she tried to choke out the words, "You're back."
And whenever Sam cries, I cry. So some salty tears came out of my eyes too, and we both looked like morons in a treehouse, crying over ourselves being "back". And as I stood there crying, I knew it was her, the person in my dream that helped me up when it all seemed hopeless.
It was a sappy, corny, lovesick scene. The kind I throw up about.
But I didn't care.
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What this goes to
How should I know?
Love is dangerous
More dangerous than
Those cigarrettes or knife
Clutched in your hand
Love is scary
Even more than that
Horror movie or that TV show
Love is odd
Even more odd than that
Girl who doodles on her pants
In second period algebra
So, how should I know
What's going to happen next?
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THE END
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Whoa! It's over! And it is SOOOOOO sappy, no? I mean the whole crying thing in the treehouse and all that crap. I feel like I didn't really work on it all that much. The fanfic, I mean. Someday, I'm going to come back and saw, "WOW I SUCKED." and fix it.
But anyway, that day is not today. Today I am sad, depressed, and wish I hate more chocolate to eat. Except I actually liked that poem at the end. It was, before I changed it, this really sappy poem about friends, and I'm like, screw it.
ANYWHO! Thanks to these people for reviewing:
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You were really, really, really, really great and super nice to me! Thanks especially to JadeRabbyt, who seemed to always come back to this story and give me some help, even when I was a total moron in writing.
Allie
PS: If you guys are wondering, nail polish, to me, isn't that great. It's smelly and I always bite it off, so I hardly use it. Just sayin'...
P.P.S: And, by the way, I'm the girl that doodles on her pants in second period algebra. Okay, maybe not, but I wish I was.
