A/N: Haha! Next chapter! This story, by the way, may ony have about four or three chapters though. It was originally supposed to be a one-shot, but I decided against it.

Life Is A Highway! I wanna Ride It! All Night Long!

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Through all these cities and all these towns
It's in my blood and it's all around
I love you now like I loved you then
This is the road and these are the hands
From Mozambique to those Memphis nights
The Khyber Pass to Vancouver's lights

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It's not that Danny minded having Sam in that particular position in front of him...so close to his body...a bit less than sober...

Danny shook his head of such thoughts and took another deep breath, listening to what Sam was saying and paying close attention to what she was doing. Sam's body swayed and pushed against his own. "Come on, Danny," she whispered. "Just do whatever. Respond."

Danny didn't know if maybe she was musing to herself, or talking to him, but he knew he could definitely not do this. Sam turned to him, but continued dancing. He'd never noticed it before, but there was a sharp look in Sam's eyes that was both a bit infuriated and almost soft. He couldn't move a muscle, watching her. She responded by stopping her dance and looking at him.

"Wake up," she told him," nearing him and patting his cheek. "Stop looking at me like that, you're making me nervous." She giggled.

"Uhm, sorry," Danny said quickly.

"Look, if you're not in the mood, let's just go sit down, maybe go see Tucker," she said.

"That'd be nice," Danny agreed. Sam smiled and they both walked through the dancing crowd and back towards the counter. They had only just barely sat down. Sam ordered another drink, same as before, and a shot for Danny. "Sam, I told you, I'm not going to drink," Danny said.

Sam took the small, about one-inch tall cup in her hand and handed it to him. "It's just one shot," Sam told him. The bartender grunted something beneath his breath about kids just coming and getting themselves drunk. Sam glared at the man for several seconds, but then turned back to Danny. "You drink it in one single gulp. Thus, a one-shot," she told him.

"I don't know..." Danny said.

"If you don't want to," Sam said. She was about to take it herself, but Danny quickly grasped her wrist.

"You're not drinking anymore," he scolded. Sam smiled.

"Then you take it," she told him. She knew he would do that, stop her I mean. "Take it and I won't drink anymore." Behind her back, she crossed her fingers. Danny stared at her seriously. "I swear," Sam said. She pushed the other glass of alcoholic beverage to his side of the counter. Danny sighed and released her. He took the small cup and quickly drank the liquid. It tasted horrible, sour and rank. He had to resist the urge to spit it out the minute the taste registered on his tongue. Once that was over, he knew it was taking effect. For a second he felt dizzy and as if he was going to throw up, but the feeling was gone quickly. "See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Sam asked him.

"No, but-" Danny started. He stopped at a certain trio of people coming into his line of vision. His expression went completely blank. It was almost shocked. Sam looked at him curiously.

"What?" she asked. He was staring at something behind her. He only pointed. She turned around and saw what he was looking at Tucker was standing between two pretty girls, each wearing almost nothing but a short, tight mini-skirt and a shirt with no sleeves or straps and only went around their chests. Sam smiled. Tucker looked completely drunk. She should have known he wouldn't hesitate. Especially since it seemed those two girls he was with were also completely drunk. "Hey, Tucker! Over here!" she said, waving a hand in the air.

The two girls, each most likely Latino, walked with Tucker, arms around his shoulders, towards Danny and Sam. "Hey, guys," Tucker said. "Look at these...beautiful ladies. She's Tania and she's Sonia."

"Actually, I'm Tania," the girl with the pink mini-skirt said. The girl with the blue mini-skirt giggled behind one hand.

"Hi," Sam said. "You having fun, Tuck?"

"Boy, am I," Tucker said. "I'm in the company of two lovely ladies. You?"

"Danny's not doing much anything," Sam grumbled. Danny glared at her. He was feeling a little loose from the drink, but still complete coherent. He wasn't going to let it pollute his mind just yet, not without a fight.

"Dude," Tucker said, looking at Danny through a dazed expression. "Just loosen up, have a little fun!" Danny was about to come up with a perfect counter-statement when Tucker whispered something into Sonia's long, brown hair. The girl let go of Tucker and walked over to Danny. Tucker grinned; Danny glanced from Tucker, to the girl, to Tucker, and back.

"You're hot," the girl said, sitting down on his lap. Danny only looked at her. She wrapped her left arm around him neck and traced the outline of his neck and collar bones. Sam glared daggers at the girl. She had secretly gotten back the drink she'd pushed away and took a few gulps.

"Lay off him," Sam said seriously, putting the glass down. Sonia looked at her, and Danny's glance went to Sam too. Sam gave the girl a look that would instill fear into anyone's mind.

"I'm sorry," Sonia said smartly. Pulling on Danny's shirt, at the collar. "What?"She pulled him to her, close enough he could feel her warm breath on his face. It smelled almost like cherries, not rank like the smell of the beers and everything. He almost lost himself there for a second, her lips closing in on his. He felt his body go completely limp and he couldn't fight back. He knew that the beverage he'd drunk had a lot to do with this happening.

He didn't notice anything was going on, only felt the girl suddenly get yanked off his lap and her pulling on his shirt. "I said, lay off him," Sam snarled at the girl. In her high heels, Sonia stumbled, but kept herself up. She straightened her skirt and walked up to Sam, pushing her face close to hers in an intimidating manner. Tucker and Tania only laughed. Danny watched, leaning back on the counter. He couldn't comprehend, no matter how hard he tried, what was going on. Maybe that drink had a bigger effect than he thought. But how? It was just a small amount. Next thing you know, Tucker and Tania sit down on a stool next to him and begin to lock lips. Danny, getting an almost disgusted feeling, quickly stood. He looked at Sam and Sonia, each giving the other daggers in their glares.

"Guys," he said, vision suddenly becoming a bit blurry. He shook his head. He'd never drunk anything like that before, not even a root beer. His system just couldn't take it. "Please, don't fight."

Both girls looked at him and a single thought crossed their minds. Grinning wickedly, Sam approached Danny's groggy figure. She pulled him by the collar of his shirt and said, "Now that you've had a drink, feel up to actually dancing?"

Sonia also took this as her chance and said, "He won't dance with you because he's dancing with me." She hip-butted Sam out of the way and began to trace designs into Danny's chest with her pointer finger. She watched as Sam stumbled slightly and marched back up to them and grasp Danny's arm.

"Come on, Danny, let's dance," she said, never once letting her gaze leave Sonia. Danny was surprised. He didn't know what to do so he just let Sam drag him onto the dance floor. Sonia followed suit. The girls both got in front and behind Danny. He came into the realization of what was going on when Sam's body began to flow with the music playing in front of him. He also became aware, as he turned to look over his shoulder, of the other girl fighting to steal his attention.

Sonia quickly began to steal his attention, putting both hands on either side of his face. Because he hadn't full control of his body from a sudden dizzy spell, he found himself actually dancing to the music. Never once had he danced quite like this, though. Sonia would drop down onto her heels, them sensually rise back up. Before he knew it, Sam was tapping on his shoulder, forcing him to turn on impulse. She too, could do everything Sonia was doing, but on a more intimate level. Sam would trace his figure, sliding her hands over his chest and neck, taunting him with her lips when she would occasionally kiss his neck. But Sonia was able to keep up and would press her body into Danny's.

Danny was caught in the middle of it all. A love triangle and he was the life of the shape. Only when, after about ten straight minutes of his mind working on over-drive to the music, did a break finally arrived. The music stopped and the singer was given a time-out for her to get a drink and re-focus her voice. Sam now hung from Danny's shoulders. Sonia was standing on the side of them. All of them were breathing hard. Sam gazed into Danny's eyes. each was aware, now, of what had just gone on. Sam didn't know how to respond, nor did Danny. Each only looked at the other. "You're good," Sonia's voice sailed and broke through the tension between the couple. The two teens looked at the young woman. "You did well taking him. Fine, let me invite you to some drinks, capeesh?"

"Sure," they answered breathlessly. Sonia smiled and turned on her heels. They all walked through the crowd and to the counter. Tucker and the other girl, Tania, were nowhere in sight. Neither teen wondered where he was, they almost knew perfectly well what must be going on. They sat down, Tania sitting next to Danny who was next to Sam. All in all, they were practically still a sandwich. Sonia ordered a few drinks, Danny knowing he would definitely not be able to stop Sam from drinking, and the bartender quickly brought up their orders.

"Kids better be careful," he murmured. "Don't get too drunk."

"Thanks," Sonia muttered in reply and looked at Danny and Sam. "You guys, you're graduates, huh?"

"Yeah," Danny said, looking at his drink. He grasped the handle on the side and took a drink. It still tasted awful, but he decided to hell with it, this night was going to be perfect and he would make sure of it. Sam drunk a bit, then put the cup down.

"Wait, how would you know?" he asked, idly leaning forward on the counter and narrowing her eyes at the girl.

"Your friend," Sonia said. "Tucker, is it? He told Tania and me. What brings you all the way to Toborville?"

"A perfect night out," Sam grunted.

"You've come to the right place," Sonia smiled. "Perfect night for couples. Jake!" The waiter they'd seen earlier who was wearing the tight jeans and undershirt walked over.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Make sure that every drink these two get are on me. Put it on my tab," Sonia instructed.

"Sure," Jake said, eyeing the two. "New-comers?" Danny and Sam nodded. "Just letting you know, some times it gets a little while. For privacy, just go up that staircase. This is also almost like a hotel, you can stay the night if need be," Jake explained.

"Thanks," Sam said solemnly. Jake winked and walked off.

"He used to be my boyfriend," Sonia explained. She shook her head and said something incoherent. Neither teen asked what she'd said, knowing she was really over-the-top now. She'd finished her drink already. "I'll be over there. Call if you need me," she grunted and left, her footing some times leaving her.

"Nice girl," Danny was able to muster. Sam made a disgusted sound and shook her head, finishing her drink.

"That was fun though," she said, laughing. Immediately Danny knew she had been drinking more than she let on. Exactly how much had she drunk? "Three drinks and one shot and I feel great," Sam said, laughing at his expression. She looked at his half-empty, or half-full, glass cup and then looked at him. "Aren't you having fun?" she asked innocently.

"I feel weird," Danny replied truthfully. "I've never gotten drunk before." He had a warm feeling inside. He felt totally relaxed, something he hadn't gotten much of since he got his powers. He wasn't used to it and felt almost like throwing up. He knew, however, that that was not an option. He sighed and smiled. "It's...nice."

"Told you, you'd have fun," Sam said. "And it's not so bad once you get used to it. First time's a keeper!" She stood. "Come on, they got the singer back on stage." This time Danny stood and agreed without any hesitation. He figured he'd rather have fun now before he was busted for getting drunk by his sister later and receive a whole speech on what it does to your liver and everything. Sam suddenly lost her balance for walking forward and looking back at him, turning in an almost 180 degree angle and falling backwards. Without knowledge of what was going on, Danny quickly sprung into action and put his foot forward, brought both arms out, and wrapped them around Sam's waist.Now he found himself face to face with Sam, each breathing hard still.

Without really thinking, he lifted her back up to her feet and leaned forward. They were so close, he could her warm breath on his face. His eyes closed and he tilted his head to one side. His lips touched hers teasingly. Sam, eyes closed, moved in for the kill and pressed her lips to his almost hungrily. They stayed like that for only a few seconds before it began to get a little more wild. Sam's hand was pressing against the back of his head, her other hand on the spread of his back, applying more pressure on keeping him close to her. Danny's hands ran up and down her back slowly and rhythmically. They switched positions, continuing the kiss. Before long their bodies pleaded for air and they broke.

"Danny," Sam whispered breathlessly. "Danny, please, let's go upstairs."

"Okay," Danny said, gazing at her features.

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Knock me down get back up again
You're in my blood
I'm not a lonely man
There's no load I can't hold
Roads are rough, this I know
I'll be there when the light comes in
Just tell 'em we're survivors

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Danny and Sam found themselves continuing where they left off in one of the vacant rooms upstairs. Each collapsed onto the bed. Sam found herself on top of Danny, locking lips with the handsome halfa again. She was almost onall fours, one knees on eitehr side of Danny, her squarely above his hips. She bit his lower lip teasingly and kissed him square on his lips. He kissed her back. They weren't very aware of what was going on, but they each knew and admitted for once the love they held for each other. Sam kissed his chin, trailing kisses down to his bare neck.

Her clothes felt heavy and she knew Danny must be feeling the same. The little room seemed to get so hot inside. She almost collasped, but found herself falling to one side as the sensual pleasure continued. Danny turned to her, dominating now. Danny kissed her neck. Sam's hands landed on the hem of her mid-riff shirt as she pulled it off her body, revealing her bra. Danny's lips found their waydown lowerand to where a string of thin, blue lace connected the two cups of the light blue bra. Sam began to fiddle with the clasp of her bra. She breathed something into his ear, "I want you."

Danny suddenly realized what in the heck was going on. God no, he thought and stopped. He looked down at Sam, deep into those violet eyes. He was breathing heavily from everything, so he tried to get his breathing pattern under control. "What's wrong?" Sam asked, beginning to sit up. She stopped fiddling with the bra clasp and looked at him now. Danny got off of her and sat down at the edge of the bed. He leaned forward on his knees, trying to clear his head. "Danny?" Sam asked.

"We can't do this," Danny mumbled. She was still drunk and he knew that he was somewhat beneath the alcohol's control. He couldn't take advantage of Sam like that; he just couldn't. If she were completely sober, would she do this all so suddenly? Course not. "I can't take advantage of you like that," he said, standing now.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked.

"Sam, put your shirt on, we're leaving," Danny said. Sam sat there for a second longer, trying to figure out everything that had just happpened. She watched as Danny walked over to the door, paused, and opened it. She breathed in a trembling breath and picked up her shirt. She put it on and stood, following Danny.

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Life is a highway
I wanna ride it all night long
If you're going my way
I wanna drive it all night long

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Reaching back down to the bar, they found Tucker standing there. His shirt was on backwards, his shoes were on the wrong feet - left on right, right on left - and he was sitting down with Tania still, locking lips. Danny knew straight away he was still drunk, and getting more drunk by the looks of that cup in his hands. Sam walked over to the counter, ordered a drink while Danny made his way to Tucker.

"Come on, Tuck, we're leaving," Danny said. He felt he was going to have to be the responsible one for awhile until they got home. Tucker looked at him, as did Tania.

"I'm...sorry, buddy," Tucker said. "I'm staying...here."

"No, you're coming with Sam and me, and we're going to take you home," Danny snapped. "Sorry..."

"Tania," the girl said, getting off of Tucker, who was glaring at Danny.

"Tania, sorry, but Tucker's gotta go," Danny said. "Come on, Tuck." Tucker stood reluctantly.

"Anotehr kiss for the road?" he asked Tania, who admittedly locked lips with the boy again before vanishing into the crowd. Danny shook his head as he watched Tucker fall back into his chair and finish his drink. Danny then looked at Sam. He sigehd when he saw she was drinking again.

"Come on, Sam, Tucker," he said, grabbing hold of Sam's arm. She let him drag her off, but soon yanked her arm free.

"I can walk by myself," she snapped. Danny took the snapping as simply because she was a little too drunk. This night wasn't so perfect after all. He sighed and made sure Tucker was still behind them. Sure enough, his friend was wlaking towards the car, following suit.

Once they reached the black convertible, Sam climbed into the driver's seat. "Sam, maybe I should drie," Danny said. He may not know how to drive perfectly, but he knew Sam was in no condition to drive even a mall shopping cart.

"I can drive!" she shouted and closed the door once she was inside. She turned on the ignition and the engine began to mumble. Danny opened the side-door to the front passenger seat and climbed in. Tucker climbed into the back and immediately sprawled out over the two seats for a little drunken nap.

Sam kept mumbling something beneath her breath as she pulled out and onto the dirt road that lead back home. Danny was just glad to be going back to the part of Amity Park he'd grown to know an love. He breathed in deeply as Sam made the roof ot the car go down. The sky was still dark so Danny knew it must be at least 1 or 2 in the morning.

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Gimme gimme gimme gimme yeah

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They made it onto the road. Everything seemed to be going fine, but the silence was killing Danny. He took a deep breath and looked over his shoulder. Tucker was snoring softly, sprawled over the two seats. That meant he wouldn't be waking up for awhile: he'd had more to drink that either of them put together. He then turned back to the seething Samantha. "Sam, can we talk, please?" he said.

"About what?" Sam snapped.

"About what happened back there?" Danny said. He was getting to the point where a master head-ache was beginning to erupt in his head, but he ignored it. It was just a sign of his being sober returning. He feared he couldn't say the same for Sam. She was still working on the alcohol in her blood. That couldn't be good. She hadn't slept at all, she could very easily fall asleep at the wheel.

"There's nothing to talk about!" she shouted, seething with anger. "So you don't want me, fine. I get it."

"It's not that, Sam, not that at all," Danny said. "I love you with all my heart."

"Then why do you throw me away, huh?" Sam asked. The car began to slow down.

"I never did that," Danny assured her. She looked at him with saddened, red eyes from not sleeping. Then her soft expression hardened.

"Liar," she spat at him, turning away. The car began to speed up, causing Danny to almost fall back into his seat from the jolt.

"Sam!" what are you doing?" he asked.

"There may be nothing on this road," she said through clenched teeth. "But I can kill us all the same."

"What!.?" Danny shouted in surprise. What had gotten into her? He glanced at the speedometer. The car was already lurching forward at more than seventy mile per hour. That couldn't be good seeing as the needle just kept rising. "Sam, slow down! You're going to kill us all!"

"So?" Sam asked. "I don't care!" Danny began to get tense with fear. She was really going to drive them off the road and to their deaths!

"Sam, please," he told her. "Think about what you're doing! Your parents, my parents, Tucker's! Think about what you're doing here!" Sam's hands gripped the wheel tightly. "I know you don't like your parents, but do you really think they won't care? They'll be heartbroken, Sam." Danny heard what sounded like a siren behind them. He turned and saw what it was: a panda. Well, that's what he called the black-and-white cars of none other than the police. He turned back to Sam."What about Tucker, huh?" he continued. "He didn't do anything to deserve this. He's just a little drunk, no big deal. Sam, please, just think!" He gazed at her, then the speedometer. It was well over ninety miles going on a hundred when the needle began to lower. He sighed with relief.

"Pull over!" the police's megaphone sounded. Danny watched as Sam slumped back in her seat and pulled the car over onto the curb, or rather the side of the dirt road. The police car stopped behind them, the lights going off. One of the officers climbed out and walked over to the car. He took one look at Tucker, then made a disgusted face. He looked at Sam. "Ma'am, license and registration, please," he said. As Sam was going through a folder beneath her seat, the police went on saying, "You know you were going well over thirty miles above the speed-limit, right?"

Neither teen answered. Sam gave the papers to the police officer and her driver's license ID. He looked at them. "You had a clean record, Miss Manson," he said. "You three comin' from Toborville?"

"Yes," Sam said. The police nodded.

"Mind wakin' up yer friend and stepping out of the car? We're taking speeders seriously these days on this road." The police stepped back to let Sam open the car door. Danny turned around in his seat and shook Tucker's shoulder. The teen groaned and rolled over, but Danny kept at it.

"What?" Tucker shouted. Danny pointed at the police officer and Tucker slowly got out of the car behind them.

"Stand on the side of the road," the police instructed. The three teens lined up on the side and watched as the police officer searched around Sam's car. The officer pulled out their graduation gowns. He snickered. "Graduates out partying, eh?" he said. He then walked up to all of them. "I'm going to measure the alcohol levels. Only a drunkard would go at those speeds right past a police car," he said and began to walk over to his car.

"Panda," Danny murmured quietly. The officer paused, but then kept going. He came back with a strange contraption he ordered them to breathe into. Sam was first. The officer declared she'd had enough to drink. When it came to Danny, however, he said, "Well, well, you level is almost normal. Not enough to drink, son?"

"I don't like to drink," Danny said firmly. The police officer was just an inch or two taller than Danny. He met him at eye-level, pushing his face close to his. Danny stared back at him unblinkingly.

"Looks like we've got ourselves a sober tough guy, eh?" he sneered. Danny didn't even move. The officer snickered, backed down and looked as if he were about to give Tucker the test, but instead turned back around at whip-speed and clapped his hands in front of Danny. Danny, having been surprised, stumbled back and fell. Sam quickly went to help him up, but Danny pulled away and met the officer with a glare. Sam held him back, grabbing his arm.

"Danny, no," she told him sharply.

"Not as sober as I thought," the officer sneered. Danny yanked his arm away from Sam's grasp and cursed silently in his head. Darn officer was just waiting to strike that one nerve in Danny to press even more charges against them: assaulting a police officer. After the tests were recorded and whatnot, the officer hand-cuffed them, put them into the police car, and began to drive off. "Tow-truck'll get yer car," he grunted. His friend police officer really gave them the creeps. He was unblinking silent, building tension. He looked almost hard-core principal-like. Now that in scary!

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Life is a highway
I wanna ride it all night long
If you're going my way
I wanna drive it all night long

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Before long, Danny found himself watching the city streets of his beloved Amity Park go past them. How was he going to explain this to his parents? He knew where they were going: Amity Park County Jail. They'd been driving drunk, got caught, and just so happened to almost fight back at the police guy. That should be easy. He glanced to his left at Tucker. The boy was sleeping again, head leaned against the window. Danny shook his head and looked at Sam. The girl was also asleep, having not gotten any rest at all, and was leaning onto Danny. The boy sighed and looked at her. She looked so peaceful like that. He leaned his head onto hers and just stayed there until the county jail came into view.

"Welcome home," the police at the wheel said.

Danny frowned. That sounded so familiar.

E/N: Hope you liked it

--Airamé Phantom