Kats02980416: I wanted Sam to be off guard because (obviously) she was bored at the moment, not tense or overtly critical as in the other situations I have her in. Danny was merely using a tactic I have seen employed many times (even on me) by a friend of mine's neighbor. Once he starts the cutesy playfulness, erg, you can't keep a straight face, no matter how much you want to strangle him.

Call Me Blue Streak: I'm not a ZIM fan, though I'm friends with quite a few. I will, however obey the Danny plushie. ((hugs it)) Danny: Can't. Breathe…need AIR! Oo! It talks!

Allaloneinthedarkandstillhere: I thought you knew I was a DxS fan! After all, you do read my DPS works, so I assumed that you'd read my bio, ect.

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Ok y'all! Here we are, date time! But, see, I'm doing this a little different than the rest of the story. This chapter is TWO parts. Taking You Out: Sam and Taking You Out: Danny, so if you wonder why the next chapter is almost the same, that's why. I wanted to get the sediments of both during the thing, so this was solution I came up with. Oh, and because I got a little crazy and high off feeling good as of late, I asked someone out (see chapter ten, I think I reference this person)! HAH! Go me! And all my friends are in shock as of late because they thought I wouldn't do it, yeah right! I don't know when to be shy and I'm shy when I should be bold. Very funny…what are you doing still reading this! Read the chapter ghosts!

Taking You Out: Sam

I pushed up the volume of my stereo and Perfect Circle wailed at me. Not to be redundant, but, perfect. Then I went back to my closet to hunt down something nice, but not too formal, but still a little classier than usual without screaming 'I'm out on a date with my best friend!'. Did that make any sense to you? Nah, I didn't think so.

Anyway, I was ripping everything out of my closet and throwing it all around my room until the hardwood floor was a thing of the past. Defeated, I sat down atop a pile of pants, resting my head on my hands. I got up to switch the songs and found I had a tank-top stuck to my foot. I picked it up curiously; then paled a little, wondering why I even owned the thing in the first place.

It was too bold to be mine, a black contraption with loud purple paint splatters on it and a drop on the back so low it could have almost passed as a halter top. I held it up to myself in the mirror and sighed. It was the only thing I hadn't tried on yet…and truth be told, it was the last thing I owned. So in the spirit of all this experimentation, I donned it along with Tripp pants and fishnet gloves that screamed 'goth'.

I was done with make up (just my normal stuff, not anything heavy!) when I heard the doorbell ring. I had to grab the sink to keep standing. I couldn't do this, I couldn't do this; Danny had messed with my head so bad! I meant to run my fingers through my hair, but they wound up sitting there, frozen along with the rest of me. I leaned back against the shower and swallowed hard. I had to do it, he'd been so excited and I couldn't let him down like that. I just didn't have it in me, but, god, why was I having all this trouble breathing! I sucked in air greedily, finally remembering that I had to breathe.

I got down the stairs just as someone finally let Dan into the house. He looked at me and rolled his eyes. "Get enough beauty sleep Sammie?"

I stuck my tongue out. "None your business."

"Nice grammar." Danny carried on the playful banter. I forced myself to breathe again. Breathe, oi, I had to remember to breathe; now that is sad. "At least I dressed up." And I had, Danny was in his standard get up. He looked down at his beaten Vans and shrugged. "I wanted to be comfortable."

Comfortable! Buddy, I was wearing a bloody tank-top in March for your sake, you could have at least put on a different shirt! I scowled and Danny just grinned right back at me. I stuck out my tongue again and he mimicked me right back in my face. I feigned insult and turned my back on him. I heard one of the people who worked in the house (I don't like to say servants, it sounds so demeaning) laughing from the staircase. I looked up and the woman pointed to Danny. I spun to see he was on his knees with a mock begging look, blinking innocently at me. Oh god.

"Get up." I said swiftly. He broke out laughing and hopped to his feet, touching his chest unconsciously, he was so badly hurt still; was going out such a good idea? I hollered to whoever cared that I was heading out, be home by ten. Then we left.

Ok, so one of the things that sucks about being a kid is that you can't drive, you've got to walk if you don't want your parents driving you everywhere. It helped that we lived in a suburban area where the mall, restaurants and movie theaters were within walking distance. I was freezing in the mid March air by the time we were standing outside the theater. Tank tops? Yeah, not the hottest idea I've ever had. I pulled my coat closer, shivering.

Danny looked at me to make sure it was ok before sliding one of his arms out his jacket and pulling me in. "Idiot." He murmured. I smiled weakly and squirmed a little to get the heat going. Let me tell you, Danny was plenty warm enough for the both of us. I heard a few couples and groups from our school whispering none to restrainedly. I frowned and bit my lip; there was no way we were going to be able to deny being an item after this little excursion.

I didn't want to see The Ring Two (A/N: Sorry Alex, but Hitchhiker wasn't out at the time this is set); I hadn't even liked the first one. Evil little Samara was done, trapped in a well, story done and over with for good. But no, here they are making a sequel and I'm babbling to avoid thinking. Eh, yeah, I might have to stop now huh?

Danny wouldn't let me pay for tickets, he even told the guy working at the counter not to let me! I scowled and bemoaned the fact. I could and would pay my own way; I had, after all, invited him in the first place. But Dan had restrained me with a simple, "My treat."

Now we were waiting in the snack line, having another playful banter about what to get. Iced tea, or soda with Swedish Fish or popcorn or a whole assortment of candy. I knew we were bring so cutesy and were past the point of no return with any hope of ever refuting the idea that we were boyfriend and girlfriend. But in my mind it still seemed that I was at ease with my best friend. Could that…become…something more…?

The thoughts toyed with my mind and I began to fight the urge to move away from Danny. I mean, yes, I love him like friends are wont do, but like that? I was reverting to my unsure and unsteady self from the happy, carefree Sam of not two minutes ago. I had subconsciously clenched my hand into a fist with my effort to seem ok and Dan was now looking me over uneasily. In fact, he now seemed a little nervous himself. I uncurled my fist.

"Hey kids, you want anything or not?" the guy at the counter was yelling at us, making us both jump. Smooth…

"Yeah…what do you want anything Sammie?"

"Ugh-"

"Hurry up!"

"Popcorn, diet Coke."

"Thank god. And next time, remember it quick!" the irritated man shoved the stuff at us as Danny threw money at him. Then we made a break for theater nine to the whispers of kids from our school. We hit the dim theater and picked seats in the nosebleed section. What is it with people, god! They were turning around to see who it was and then, you guessed it, more whispering.

I groaned and pulled the collar of my coat up. "Don't they ever stop?"

"Irg ha ner clur, percrn?"

"Danny," I rolled my eyes, "Swallow."

"I have no clue, popcorn?"

I took some of the white fluffy stuff and filled my mouth with it. I might also like to point out that your usual ritual of sharing the straw of a giant soda might become a little awkward and I might also like to point out that you should probably hit your friend hard around the head when the lights dim for the movie and he goes, "Hey, Sammie, it's me and you…alone…in the dark."

o-o-o

I was half way through the movie and I was going nuh-night, out like a light, you get the idea, enter the Sandman, ect, so forth and so on. As much as the movie was supposed to be some big thriller and a mystery until the very end, I found I could have cared less about what was happening.

I yawned quietly and closed my eyes, breathing in the theater smell of sugar and old popcorn. Slouching in my seat, I rested my boots on the seat in front of me with a small sigh. I thought dating was different than this, but apparently…well, from what I could see there was one of two routes.

One would be the one Danny and I were taking, which was a sedate and proper one involving nothing more than just hanging out really. Or you could be like the couple in the front row and be trying to eat each other's faces. Personally, I found what we were doing to be much better than the alternative presented by the other couple.

I took a tentative sip from the Coke, which was now mainly melted ice and completely gross. Still bored as could be, I closed my eyes again and finally drifted off, only to be woken who knows how much later by Dan shaking me. I groaned at him before realizing we were in the middle of a theater, the credits rolling by on the screen. I sat up as quick as I could make my sluggish body function.

"I'm sorry." I said around a yawn, "But – ah – I wasn't much into the movie." I gazed sleepily up at Danny. "Sorry I ruined your big night."

I was trying to use the arms of the theater seat to push myself up, but it wasn't quite working as well as it should have. Give me break, I was still half out, so Danny helped me up, putting one of my arms over his shoulders. I mumbled my thanks and he replied, "Nothing to it kid, but you do have to move your feet."

I looked down and noticed he'd been dragging me along. I tinged pink.

Ok, I know, but it'll make more sense when I finish writing Danny's portion of this. I'm sorry I didn't update sooner, but this chapter was a killer, literally! Ok, well, ta – Dru!