A/N: Full credit for this story goes to Allie-Dee, who wrote "The Gray Moth"—which I suggest you read, because it is really good—which is the basis of this story. When I was reading her story I thought of switching it so this is it.

Also, I have another quote: In the end, we will conserve only what we love, we will love only what we understand, and we will understand only what we are taught. –Baba Dioum. I'm not entirely positive I agree with that, but it certainly applies here.

Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom.

lawyers start closing in

Or the moth story. Apparently, it's from Chicken Soup for the Soul.

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Or the plot line. That belongs to Allie—Dee. Can I get on with my story, now?

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Okay. Thank you.

Understanding. Love.

I never got that until him. I strolled into Casper High, looked at the jocks, rolled my eyes, and then saw him smile. Black hair, blue eyes. I could tell I scared him. Every time I walked by him, I kept eye contact. That was the way I did things. I kept my head up, I stood up straight. I always walked like I could do anything. Because, even if I couldn't, looking the part made me more confident. I wasn't beautiful or accepted. I was strange and I liked it that way.

We were assigned partners for an interview project and he asked the standard questions. When he got to "What's your favorite animal?" I grinned lazily and asked if he really wanted to know; he said yes.

I hesitated. No one else got it. "Why not a butterfly?" my parents would ask. "That's just weird," others would say. Finally, I gave my answer, clearly and strongly.

"A moth." Some boys near us started laughing. I told them to shut it, and they did. People who messed with me paid, and they knew that. I kept eye contact with him and, for some reason, started the story, willing him to understand.

"A moth…used to be the most beautiful creature in the world. Many colors, many patterns, it was a very wonderful sight to look at. But all the other animals…didn't have those colors. So, the moth gave away its beauty." I stopped for a moment, observing his reaction, and finished, "And became gray."

The boys who had laughed before stared at me and started howling with laughter again. He didn't laugh though.

When the bell rang, I started making my way out of the classroom when he approached me.

"So, are you saying, that even though the moth gave up its colors, it's still beautiful inside?"

I tilted my head, just watching him. Yes, I thought. Yes! He got it!

But I was still shocked, and I had to make sure, so after a moment, I whispered, "You…you got it, didn't you? The story, I mean?"

For a moment, he said nothing, then he nodded and said, "Yeah, I understood it." I could feel the happiness radiating from my face. I smiled at him and walked away.

He got it, I couldn't help thinking.

Nobody had gotten it before. No one

DSDSDSDS

At the end of that year, Danny and I laid on our backs on a hill as we waited for Tucker to show up. A moth fluttered by me and I had to say something

"Danny, do you remember the moth?" I asked, sitting up.

"Yeah," he replied, sitting up also. "Why?"

"How did yo get it?"

He thought for a minute. Then, after what seemed like forever, said, "I looked past the gray. I switched my perspective."

I smiled, then pondered something as my smile changed to a smirk and I asked if I had ever thanked him. He said no, and started to say that I didn't have to when I kissed him.

He understood me. The butterfly understood the moth. And he loved her to boot.

A/N: Had to make it FKS. Thanks, Allie-Dee for the permission to write this. Please tell me what you think.