Unlikely-to-bear-it: AW! Concert? Come on, that is just way too sweet! Your brother going with you, seeing as you single-handedly turned him into a GC junkie and he stole your CDs and all. But ((sighs)) some of us aren't allowed to go to concerts...

PhantomAL: Um, ((cough)) 15 is so abig year! I got tickets to see Phantom of the Opera and an iPod, you can't do too much better than that!

Fernu: Welcome! Glad you like the story that much. And, I love the word schmaltzy because it looks like one giant misspelling and it's really fun to say.

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Please, someone shoot me. I have to have the biggest and most spontaneous mouth in the world. I mean, I can't even control it for the most part and I can't lie very well, so – oh crap, Danny knew I was being a liar all along. It's just that, ah, I couldn't even keep my thoughts in line, the heck with my mouth. So, at least I got lucky with putting it off for a very long while.

See, when you're hurt that bad, they don't let you just walk right out of the hospital. No, you have to have physical therapy and all sorts of painkillers and (if you're Danny) a screaming fight with your doctor over why he didn't sew your lip shut because the goddamn thing is bleeding again. So I got lucky with the mental time to prepare for this occasion…um, but, well, see, I sort of forgot about it. Don't ask how or get too mad at me, but I did. And it was Dan who reminded me.

He was hanging around after physical therapy, yeah, I went too keep him company and to make sure he didn't kill himself on the elevator (he'd been trying to walk through the doors ghost style as the elevator passed the floor he needed to get off on, needless to say, this wasn't the safest activity and he nearly left half of himself on the fourth floor and the other half on its way to the first). Danny was staring bitterly at his arms and poking his stomach morosely.

"Not a month ago…damn rest!" He was whining about how out of shape he was with being laid off for so long. Ok, so his arms had gone back to being little twigs and, ok, his stomach didn't exactly apply as rock-hard (not that anyone had known it was besides me and Tuck) as it had before. He scowled and shoved his thumb into his abs, maybe hoping that he could conjure them back to their former state, wincing from his aching ribs. He let his breath out through clenched teeth. I tsk-tsked his play.

"You know it's going to hurt, why do you do it?" I asked. He let out a frustrated growl and replied, "It's not fair!" Boys and their egos, it can get a little annoying sometimes.

"Dan, you're alive, isn't that enough?" I chided. He actually pouted and went, "No."

I rolled my eyes and scuffed the white hospital floor with the heel of my combat boot. It was too white…now it was better with a gray rubber streak smeared eccentrically on the tile. Danny studied my artwork. "Nice, the janitors are going to kill you." I shrugged, "I'm bored."

He nodded, staring off into space. "What are we going to see?"

"Um, how about a lot of wet pavement, you do know what's outside the doors, don't you Danny?" Danny snorted and looked at me like I had gone daft, "No silly, what are going to see at the movies?"

Uh oh, I thought, thrown off by his little and innocent sounding comment, not good. How could I have forgotten that? Ok, well, it wasn't that hard considering I had said that about three weeks ago. But how had Danny, Master of the Short Attention Span and Lord of Zero Any Term Memory remember something as simple as us going to the movies? He intruded again with a cutesy grin on his face. "I believe you said it was date."

That was hit below the belt right there, but it had been what we'd said wasn't it? I fought the urge to roll my eyes again. "Danny, I was kidding."

"Oh no," his voice was saturated with mock seriousness, "You meant it, yes you did. It's a date, and you're not getting out of it."

"Danny," I protested in a bit of a whiny voice, "Just let it go, sometimes we say things we don't mean."

Danny contorted his face into a wide-eyed stare and cocked his head. "But Sammie never lies." He blinked again and again, looking all sweet. I had to bite my tongue to keep from melting into a puddle. The heck with Elijah Wood, Danny Fenton's eyes were just as big and as blue and he wasn't short at all. Nor had he been duped by 'Tig' at any point in his life. Danny cocked his head further. "Did Sammie lie?"

"N-no, I didn't lie." I felt my face flush a little and Dan just grinned wider then ever. I continued to stutter, "B-but, wouldn't you be a l-little happier bringing Tuck or m-maybe Jazz…? Don't look at me like that!" He'd been giving me the puppy look. Aw, he was just so cute, I wanted to eat him- ok, you weren't supposed to hear that.

"I don't want to bring them, Sammie, I just wanna go with you." Damn his smile, I was melting into a puddle, I think my feet had dissolved, seriously, someone save me before you needed a bucket and a mop to clean me up! It wasn't like all those times before where I had found myself fighting the feeling; today all control was just gone, utterly lost in the flood. And then, well…

And then Danny put his face painfully close to mine, to the point where if I had gone to speak, my lips would have brushed his. Ok, so it's not like we haven't kissed before that or anything, but this would have been different, you know? I sucked in my breath nervously as only the faintest smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, daring me to move, his eyes glittering playfully.

"Danny…Sam?" a voice cut in and I could have sworn I heard Danny muttering obscenities as he jumped in surprise, jolting his aching body. The nurse or whatever looked at us like we were crazy and we both red, realizing what had been up. She told us that our ride was here. I got up, ready to run after it finally hit me that everyone in the room had been staring at us, but Danny grabbed me and pulled me back. He made me walk sedately to the door where he hugged me, laughing. "We got them going huh?"

"What? What were you trying to do?" I asked, a little peeved that he was taking this so easily. He buried his head in my neck, making me shiver.

"Oh, just setting up for our date. Friday, I think seven might be a good time." With that, he walked out of the doors, hands in his pockets and whistling; he looked back at me as if to say, "Whatcha waiting for?"

I shook my head, smiled at him and went through the doors myself. I caught up to him and he nodded, throwing an arm around my shoulders. "Friday?"

I nodded. "Friday."

Does this make you guys happy? Today's my birthday and I wanted to give you something spectacular. And for me, this is rather cutesy cute gooey sappy! So, enjoy, the date is chapter 14 for all of you wondering, so I am getting to it. I'm sure I'll get there faster with a few reviews, you know? Ta! – Dru