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CHAPTER DEUX!

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Strolling Along

"Yeah, don't mind Winston, Danny," Sam finally said as the two of them walked down the sidewalk. "Thin mints tend to make him a tad bit hyper."
"Then why do you let him eat them?"
"I don't!" Sam protested. "I stash them away from him! But every time he just 'happens' to find the box, he blames it on the cat!"
"Poor Mr. Whiskers," Danny grin. It wasn't long after they had passed Bucky's Music Store that Danny noticed a sigh on Sam's face. His grin disappeared. "You alright?"
"Yes," she said flatly. Danny just shook his head. A sexy smirk came across his face and he raised his left eyebrow at her. "What?" she smiled slightly laughing. "Danny, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"
"I don't know, you just seem sorta distracted,"
"Well, I do tend to get lost in your eyes," Sam smiled clearly not all there at the moment.
"As distracting as they are," Danny laughed. "That's not all that's on your mind, is it?" Sam stopped smiling. "What?"
"Nothing," Sam said a bit dazed.
"Sam-"
"It's nothing." she cut him off.
"Sam, you can tell me anything," he said to her.
"...I know," she sighed. "It's just, it's been a week since the accident and I still haven't been able to get over it. Abby was the my only relative that I actually felt close to me."
"There's nothing wrong with that, Sam." Danny assured her. "But you've got to stop beating yourself up about it."
"It's not just that," Sam continued. "First it was Uncle Scott, even though it was pretty obvious he was gonna go, because he was constantly high, then Abby. I feel like I'm losing everyone around me. I mean," she started, turning to face him. "What if I lose you?"
"Don't say that, Sam," Danny said to her.
"Well, Danny, I worry."
"You always do," he smiled. "But you've got nothing to worry about... I'm staying right here"
"Danny-"
"I know, I know, you don't trust me," Danny smiled.
"Danny, I trust you-"
"No," he smiled. "No you don't. Something you and your dad both have in common."
"Hey, I am not like my dad!" she smiled hitting him lightly on the shoulder.
"Oh, really?" Danny raised an eyebrow. "Winston says you're more like him then you think."
"Winton told you this?" Sam grinned.
"Uh-huh," he nodded.
"You can't take what Winston says seriously," she smiled pushing him off the sidewalk. Danny went to push her and Sam noticed a scar running up the side his entire right arm. She grabbed it.
"How did you get this?"
Danny jerked his arm away quickly. "Get what?" he asked (hoping she'd get lost in his eyes yet again).
"That," she said pointing to his arm. "How did you get that scar?"
"It's not really a scar, it's more of a... 'Boo boo', if you will,"
"...A 'Boo boo'?" Now, Sam off course did not believe him, because when been with Danny for the past four, you learn that he is a terrible liar.
"That's right," he grinned. " A 'Boo boo'. ever heard of one?"
"Danny," she said giving him the look he had given her earlier.
"Okay, okay," he started. "I...'tripped', on the side walk yesterday. No big deal."
"No big deal?" she repeated. " It's running up your entire arm."
"Oh, come on ,Sam," he smiled. "It's just a 'flesh wound',"
"Danny, you did not get that from tripping."
"Yes, I did," he smiled.
"How did you get that?"
"I already told you!" he said trying to hold in his laughter.
"No, you didn't!" Sam said sternly. "You're lying, AGAIN!"
"Am not,"
"You can't even keep a straight face."
"Okay, okay," he said as his laughter started to die off a bit. "I got it ghost hunting." Sam nodded. At least that made sense. "I didn't want to upset you."
"And I'm guessing lying to me came under the category of just fine?" Sam folded her arms.
"Sam, I was gonna tell you,"
"You were going to at least."
"Yeah, but then, you know, that conversation with Abby came up and I didn't want you wasting your time afterwards worrying about me." he said, though it didn't really come out as he planned.
Sam laughed. "Danny, Danny, Danny," she smiled messing up his hair. " I 'waste my time' worrying about you, ever second of my life!"
"See, it's unnatural," Danny started. "Which is exactly why I was trying to previen it."
"...'Previen'?" she ask, a little unsure.
"Yeah, um, what I meant to say was prevent, but- oh damn," he said smacking his forehead.
Sam laughed and kissed him on the cheek. "And that is why I love you."
"Hey," Danny said coming to a stop on the sidewalk. "Isn't this the place where Tucker's new apartment is?"
Sam took a note of her pants pocket. "yep, Oakland Apartments," she nodded. "This is it."
The two of them took a moment to take in giant building in front of them, then walked down the cobblestone path that led to the building that glistened in the sun's light. The building was extremely, tall (about thirty six flours,) and had glass windows to make its metallic shine brighter than it really was.
When the two of them finally reached the building, Sam walked inside big slidey doors. She tripped. Whereas Danny, fazed through them and held out a hand to help her up.
"Show off," she smiled gladly taking his hand.
"So, were looking for room 375?" Danny asked glancing at the paper.
"376," Sam corrected him. "Tucker never was good at writing."
"Of course," Danny smiled walking up to one of the golden elevator doors. "You know, this place seems a little too ritzy for Tuck. Any idea how he managed to afford it?" he said casting a suspicious look at Sam.
"No-NO!" she said as they waited for the elevator to reach floor one. But when it opened they met someone, well, they did not expect.
"Hello, Dear," a frail old lady who was on a motorized scooter said to Sam as she came out of the elevator. "Hello, Daniel,"
"Gran Gran?" Sam half said-half asked smiling.
"Hey, Mrs. Manson." Danny smiled as Sam's grandmother patted him on the head like a dog.
"Oh, for the last time, call me Gran Gran," she smiled.
"Not that I'm not happy to see you, but what are you doing here?" Sam asked.
"Oh, I was just visiting an old friend of mine." she smiled.
"Really?" said Danny. "Where are they?"
"Oh, right over there," she smiled pointing her stick like fingers to a black coffin that was being carried out the door to a funeral.
"Oh," Danny said, slightly embarrassed. "Sorry,"
"No need, no need. Fred's had it coming since the beginning of June. But what are you two doing here? Getting yourselves an apartment together?" she gave them a wrinkled smile.
"No, Gran Gran," Sam smiled rolling her eyes.
"Well, it's about time you did!" she pointed at her granddaughter. "Who cares what Harry says! Your father's always been stubborn about these things. ,'trying to protect my little girl'" she imitated her son. " Well it's about time you let her grow up Harry! Anyway," she said as the smile returned to her face. "What are you two doing here?"
"We're visiting Tucker."
"...um, which one is that, Dear?"
"The one that calls you old lady Manson." said Danny.
"Ah, yes, Tucker." She smiled nodding. "I remember Tucker. Blue glasses, got that goatee now. Yes, Tucker. Nice young man. You pay for his apartment, Dear?"
"No." Sam said quickly.
"You're always doing such kind things for your friends. She never was a good liar," she whispered into Danny's ear.
"Pfft, tell me about it," Danny rolled his eyes. Sam shot him a look. He grinned.
"Well," Gran Gran smiled taking out her black and white funeral flag. "Better get to that funeral. Oh, and dear, have you seen Winston?"
"Um...no?" Sam replied.
"Oh, whatever," she said rolling herself to the door. "Don't forget to get one of the rooms, dear!" she called back.
"Don't worry, we will!" Danny called back as he and Sam stepped inside the elevator. Sam blushed slightly and slapped his shoulder once the elevator doors closed.
"What?" Danny grinned as he pressed the second floor button. "I was being polite."
"Call it whatever you want," she said as the doors opened up to the second floor.
The two of them sauntered down the halls for a while, looking for Room 376. As they turned a corner, they could hear music blasting out of one of the rooms further down the hall. It was weird music. Not weird odd, but, soothing, energetic. It seemed quite hypnotic. Maybe not as mind controlling as Embers, but spellbinding nonetheless.
"What, is that?" Danny turned to Sam.
"Not sure. Sounds like someone's jamming to the Garden State soundtrack." she smiled as they came closer to the room. But what the two of them did not expect, was that the room it was coming from was Room 376.
"Sam...since when does Tucker listen to pop emo music?"
"I don't know..." Sam replied. " But seeing is how it's Tuck, I'm guessing he didn't start too long ago."
Danny hesitated a moment, then knocked on the door. No answer. "Well," he smiled turning the knob on the door. "Do we dare go into the spooky old room?"
"Yes," Sam laughed entering the room. "We dare."
Have you ever been inside a barn before? Have the hay and cow crap turn into t-shirts, old ripped jeans, and pizza hanging around. Replace the manure smell with some pack sun cologne, and viola...Tucker's apartment. Not very attractive at the moment, but once you clean it, its looks like it was carved by angels... Deformed angels that are blind...
A little further into the room they could hear Tucker singing. Surprisingly, he had gotten better over the years.
"-I, have to speculate that ,God himself
Did make us into corresponding shapes like
Puzzle pieces from the clay." Past the kitchen, over a few T-shirts, and as the two of them looked into the bathroom …and there was Tucker. Singing into his toothbrush, with nothing but a pair of blue plaid boxers on.
"-True, it may seem like a stretch, but
Its thoughts like this that catch my troubled
Head when you're away when I am missing you to death!
When you are out there on the road for
Several weeks of shows and when you scan
The radio, I hope this song will guide you home…
They won't see us waving from such great heights,
'Come down now,' woo, woo! they'll say!
But everything looks perfect from far away,
'Come down now,' but we'll stay- HOLY SHIT!" Tucker screamed jumping back into the shower curtain. Danny laughed hysterically as Sam held out a hand to help Tucker up.
"Excellent performance, Tucker," Danny smiled clapping slowly. "I tip my hat off to you."
"I'm sure you do," he said picking up his blue lensed glasses from the floor. He had been using contacts for a while, but he still enjoyed some form of eyewear. "Next time you come to watch, you mind knocking on the door?"
"We did," Danny said handing tucker his brown pants that were hanging on the couch. "Unfortunately, you were too busy with your little music number to notice."
"Yes…well," Tucker said zipping up his pants. "you guys want a Coke or something?"
"I'll get it," Danny said walking into the kitchen.
"Yo, Sam, you want something?" Tucker asked pointing to her.
"Just, throw me a Coke," she replied.
"HEY, DANNY, FETCH SANTA A SNAPPLE!" Tucker called into the kitchen.
"Will do," he replied as two coke soared threw the air towards Sam and Tucker. Sam caught hers. Tucker missed.
"Show off," he said jokingly to Sam as he opened the can. It exploded all over his face. Sam grinned. "Oh, yeah," he smiled. "That's always great."
"Hey, Tuck," Danny asked coming into the room with a Coke in his hand. "Why is there Zima in there?"
"…My mom sent them to me," Tucker lowered his head in shame.
"Why would she send you Zima?" asked Sam.
"…She thinks they'll raise my self-esteem."
"Oh, they'll raise it all right," Danny smiled taking a sip of his Coke.
"Anyway," Tucker stared as if Danny had never made the Zima comment. "I guess you guys are kinda wondering why I asked you here?"
"To show us your apartment maybe?" said Danny.
"Besides that," Tucker rolled his eyes.
"…To show us your Zima collection?" Sam smiled.
"No!" said Tucker. "Think about it. When's the last time the three of us did something together?"
"Just a couple of weeks ago when we served detention for spray painting on Lancer's car." Sam replied.
"I mean something fun!"
"That was fun." Danny grinned. "It still hasn't come off yet. Remember you wrote King Tuck on it?"
"Oh, yeah- You guys are missing the point!" he finally shouted. "I want to do something together again with you guys. You know, just like old times."
"…example?" said Sam.
"Example?" Tucker smiled scratching his goatee. "I want to do something worth while. Something crazy! Something so crazy, we'll never get away with it!"
"…you want to rob a bank?" Sam asked a bit confused.
"NO!" yelled Tucker.
"Then what?"
Tucker grinned. "ROAD TRIP!"
"Tuck, come on," Danny rolled his eyes. "How old are we?"
"More importantly, how old are you?" Sam raised an eyebrow.
"Come on, guys, I'm serious!" he grinned. "it'll be awesome! Just the three of us. Wherever the road leads…we shall follow…"
"Yes, that's very mystical, Tucker," Sam said sarcastically. "But, we can't-"
"Sam, It'll be awesome! It'll get your mind off Ab-anyway, it'll be fun."
"I'm totally against it." said Sam. "…so, I'm coming with you."
"Score! One down!" Tucker said holding up his index finger in Sam's face. "Do I have your vote, Danny?"
"No," he smiled.
"Come on, it'll be fun!" said Tucker
"Come on, Danny," Sam smiled. "It'll be great."
"But, but-"
"You can talk about Sam's ass later, just come on!" said Tucker. Sam hit the side of his head and his glasses fell off. "Please, Danny?" Tucker said in that puppy dog sorta way. "PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEEEEAAAASSSEEEE?"
"Oh, what the hell," he rolled his eyes smiling, "I'll go-"
"YAY!" cried Tucker.
"But well have to pack, get ready, get money, get the car-"
"Got money," Sam smiled.
"And I'll get the Zima!" Tucker cried triumphantly running into the kitchen.

DANNY, FETCH SANTA A SNAPPLE! HAHAHAHA! I LOVE THAT FREAKEN ZIMA! Yeah I had to put in the postal service song: ). Sometimes I crap myself up. Hoped you enjoyed it. READ AND REVIEW DAMN IT! I ONLY HAVE TWO….I think. Anyway, hope you'll come back for chapter 3.
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