A/N Count the days that I've been secluded from the computer- more than a week after school finished! SCHOOL IS FINISHED! I graduated 8th grade, received my diploma and other certificates. I'm in the honors! WHOOT! I received a special academic pin in science; received another certificate regarding the 3 women chosen for the highest average and scholarship programs from Saint Johns University! I'm very happy at the most but very aggravated from the fact that I didn't get my laptop yet! I've been waiting to get it so I'll be able to update every day since it won't be so damn slow as my current software I'm using now. So from all the impatience I endured I went to my niece's house and wrote chapter 13 in her computer! Thank God I have many more cousins than all my fingers and toes put together. Anyway a MILLION SORRIES! I truly apologize for not updating ASAP! Don't kill me or else I won't be able to continue this story! Well the point is that I hope you understand my point given here.
True To Your Heart
Chapter 12- Second Guesses
Act 1: Inside a Deluded Girl's Mind
Sam laid on her bed staring at the violet colored ceiling with posters of famous rocks groups mostly ones that wouldn't interest a normal girl due to the thick make up the singers would put on and dark clothes that made it seem that the world was as dark as a void whole formed in the outer depths of space. "Wow, I sound really pathetic" Sam mumbled. "I mean why am I laying here thinking about that stupid air headed deluded and not to mention dense boy also known as my best friend Danny Fenton? OK so he kissed me but that was just a fake kiss right? We were practicing, rehearsing for our play. IT WAS A FUCKING FAKE OUT MAKE OUT! But...but why do I feel that it was more than that? DAMN! WHY CAN'T THEY HAVE A GUIDE FOR GIRLS WHO KNOW NOTHING ABOUT THAT STUPID, WASTE OF BREATH AND NOT TO MENTION HEART BREAKING WORD L-O-V-E? IT WOULD REALLY, TRULY, HONESTLY HELP ME!" Sam growled. Suddenly she heard a knock on the door and turned her attention to it.
"Sam is everything alright? I heard you screaming. You sound like you're in pain! Is it the time of the month?" Mrs. Manson's voice echoed beyond the door.
"No !" Sam quickly responded.
"Are you sure?"
"No!"
"What? Then what's wrong?" Mrs. Manson continued to ask. Her voice filled with worry. "Ever since you came home from rehearsal you ran upstairs and locked yourself in your room. You missed your favorite show, you know about the thing about the uh where people um er..." Mrs. Manson tried to find the words to finish her sentence but Sam finished it for her.
"It's the Poetry Club. Every night people hold poetry contests about life or some sort and tonight was the special Doom and Gloom Show where Goths would recite about what they see in life and air it live. It's very interesting, since all they talk about is how the world should refine itself from its sins due to people who pollute it with disturbing images of death, anger, and hatred" Sam concluded. She buried her face in her pillow and continued to seclude herself from her surroundings.
Mrs. Manson gave a low chuckle. "Yes, that's right. Well my point is you NEVER miss that show. NEVER, especially since that's the type of thing you would like to watch and since you didn't...well I'm worried"
"Fine, I'm OK, nothing's wrong and life is full of pink clouds and colorful rainbows. There, you satisfied?" Sam sarcastically replied.
Without responding Mrs. Manson opened the door to Sam's room and walked over to her daughter's bed. She gently placed her hand on Sam's black hair. "Is it Danny?"
Sam's eyes rolled towards her mother and then she looked away, indicating that was a matter she didn't want to discuss at the moment.
"I sorta found out when he kept calling you and you wouldn't answer his call. Before, whenever I would pick up the phone, you would say to hang up since it was for you. Now, it's different. Sam, not only that, but I can see that you've changed your appearance. From Gothic...to not" Mrs. Manson examined Sam's attire. "Last I knew you hated pink, wearing skirts and wait did I mention lip gloss?" Mrs. Manson added. Her words rolled out of her mouth like a roller coaster that went round and round and round that would never stop. It made her dizzy and so damn crazy!
Sam couldn't take anymore stress. "FINE! YOU WIN!" she gave in and sat up from her bed. "TODAY WE WERE REHEARSING FOR THE PLAY AND ME AND DANNY HAD TO DO THE SCENE WHERE ROMEO AND JULIET DO THEIR KISS! SO YEAH, HE KISSED ME! BUT IT'S NOT ONLY THAT, I LIKE DANNY! I MIGHT EVEN SAY LOVE HIM! I DO! AND FOR ME TO JUST KISS HIM LIKE THAT WITHOUT FEELING ANYTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE! I ONLY WANT HIM TO KISS ME IF FEELS THE SAME WAY I DO! HOWEVER, I CAN'T TELL SINCE HE'S DEAD OVER PAULINA AND I THOUGHT IF I LOOKED MORE LIKE HER DANNY MIGHT SEE SOMETHING IN ME THAT HE SEES IN PAULINA, WHICH BY THE WAY I STILL DON'T GET BECAUSE WHAT WOULD DANNY SEE IN PAULINA EXCEPT HER FLAT STOMACH AND GOOD LOOKING FINE BODY! BOYS ARE SO DAMN DENSE!" Sam finally admitted!
Mrs. Manson's eyes widened in surprise. "OK! OK! Breathe!"
Sam took a deep breathe. "So that's why I'm so pissed! I have no clue what that kiss meant, if it even meant anything!"
"Tell me Samantha" Mrs. Manson paused, "What did that kiss mean to you?"
Sam's cheeks gleamed with redness. She had never thought about what that kiss meant for HER. She was too busy thinking what Danny thought of their special "moment". "Well...umm to be honest, it felt good" Sam confided in her mother. STUPID! How can she say that it felt good? It didn't even sound right! Now her mother might ban her from seeing Danny again from what she said. Her dear mother might think that Danny was molesting her daughter.
Instead of yelling over Sam's words of explanation she laughed awfully loud. "GOOD GRACIOUS! SAMANTHA!"
Sam looked at her mother as if she was on crack. "Umm are you having a heart attack?
"No!"
"Uhh are you on crack?" Sam asked openly.
"No!"
"OK, well stop laughing at me! I already feel confused! I don't need to feel stupid!"
"Fine then I'm not on drugs. I'm just acting like my crazy self! There, you happy?" Mrs. Manson replied, refraining to how Sam responded to her question before.
"Very funny" Sam mocked.
"It is" Mrs. Manson jerked."I'll be serious. I was laughing not because I'm crazy but because you're obviously in love dear! I was waiting for you to admit the fact that Danny is definitely the one for you" she pointed. "I can tell you're in love with him and if you want to find out if he is as crazy for you as you are for him, ask him straight up!"
"Straight up? Mom have you been watching those music television shows?" Sam questioned.
"Maybe"
"You're scaring me"
"No, dear, you're scaring me with your depressing moments. I just don't want to see you like this. Just talk to Danny since he IS your best friend even after your argument, and tell him how you truly, honestly feel"
"Fine" Sam finally gave in.
"Honesty is the key" Mrs. Manson reminded and kissed her daughter in the forehead. "Dinner is ready for you downstairs"
Act 2: Advice
Sam hurried over to the phone and dialed at light speed.
"Hello?" a girl's voice echoed over the phone.
"Umm...hello" Sam's voice stammered.
"Oh hey Sam!" the girl immediately recognized her voice. "Danny isn't here. He's going over to the hospital to visit Paulina but trust me he didn't want to and if he had another choice he wouldn't even talk to her but you know life is tough so you have to understand. He doesn't like her so..."
"Jazz!" Sam called. "I didn't call to speak with Danny, I called to speak with you and talk about Danny"
"Oh I see. A little girl on girl talk"
"Er,yeah" Sam hesitated to answer. "I have to know, what does Danny see in Paulina?"
"Nothing. At first Danny just liked her because she was basically pretty but looks can't buy everything. That's what I say"
"Oh and umm what did Danny see in me?"
Jazz thought for a moment. "Sam it's not what Danny did see in you, it's what he does see in you. I know we're talking about my brother's opinion here, but just to add, I think you look better when you're Gothic instead of being the pretty princess because in truth you're beautiful just the way you are and if you want to know if Danny feels the same, talk to him in person. That's all the advice I can give"
"Thanks Jazz" Sam smiled. Tears slowly strolled down her cheeks.
"No problem"
Act 3: Date with Destiny
Sam rushed to the hospital not to see Paulina but to look for Danny, She was finally going to do it. She was finally going to admit her true feelings. She raced to go to the elevators and received a surprise. Once she entered the elevator, she met up with Dash.
"Hey Sam! What's up?" Dash intriguingly asked.
"What are you doing here?" Sam questioned.
"Oh I just came to visit Paulina"
"Uh huh" Sam replied with no interest as to hear that girl's name.
"Why are you here?"
"It's for me to know and for you to mind your own business" Sam mumbled and walked past Dash and went down the hallway towards Paulina's room. Her true intention was to see Danny and not to see her. However, Dash tagged along.
"Sam hold on! I wanted to ask you something!" Dash recalled.
"What?"
"Did you wonder why Paulina called Danny? Well if you didn't know, there's a fair this following weekend and since Paulina will be set free from the hospital tomorrow, she was planning on asking Danny to go with her. So if she's asking him, can I ask you to go to the fair with me?"
Just at that moment, Danny came out of the room with Paulina holding onto him as she struggled with her crutches. "Oh, it's Sam!" Paulina giggled.
"You know my name?" Sam asked.
"Of course I do! Why wouldn't I?" Paulina laughed.
"Because you can't even pronounce paranoid without mistaking it with the word Prada" Sam teased. She turned her attention towards Danny. "Can I talk to you?" they both asked together. "Sure" the both responded.
Danny handed Paulina's hand over to Dash so he could help her carry her own weight. "Mind if you take her? Thanks" and he hurried with Sam.
"Need help?" Dash reluctantly questioned Paulina.
"No! I can walk on my own!" Paulina argued and took her crutches. She started limping towards her room. "What could they possibly be talking about?" Paulina thought.
In the hallways Sam and Danny were busy conversing. "You said what!" Sam squealed with anger.
"Yes" Danny meekly replied.
"Why?"
"To make her shut up! Look, Sam I had the every intention in asking you out but since Paulina begged and begged I had to say yes. It was the only way to shut her fat lips"
Sam giggled from the remark. "You noticed that too?"
"Yeah" Danny smiled. He felt good in making Sam laugh again. It's been awhile since they joked around. "However, there's a catch. I only said yes to Paulina if we went on a double date and since I thought Dash would want to ask you out to the fair, I thought why not come with me and Paulina? So you know, both of us can talk. I really have something important to say"
"So do I, but how did you know Dash will ask me out?"
"Guys intuition" Danny laughed.
"Fine!" Sam agreed. "I'll see you there and one more thing, did you notice Paulina's gaining some extra beef? I think she's been staying in the hospital too long and has been busy eating all the food"
"That's all she could do- eat since her room mate is an old lady, she can't have the t.v. on too loud or the lady will have a hissy fit"
"Hissy fit?"
"Yeah. I read some crap about it in Paulina's magazine"
"You read magazines?" Sam asked unknowingly.
"I wanted to check out the Poetry Contest since tonight was their special Doom and Gloom Show and I didn't want to miss it. I know you're into that so I wanted to see what you found interesting about it, well since you're my friend" Danny sweetly added.
"Friend". The word circulated in Sam's head. Could it actually be possible that both of them can get over their argument and move on...move on to being more than just friends?
To be continued.
A/N I know what you're thinking. The Doom and Gloom Show is a gay ass name but I was in a rush and I couldn't get much advice from people who were too busy yelling and screaming in my ears. I'm sleeping over and these people here are just beyond crazy! My friend keeps singing Eminem's new song "Ass like that" and I'm starting to get irritated. He can't even sing! Well I hope you understand the situation I'm under in. I'm hoping I survive so until then,wait for the next chapter! Remember Patience is a Virtue!