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Chapter Seven

Pleasurable Deceit

"Sam!" Danny screeched, his eyes widening as he grabbed my hand. My grasp on the ledge let out.

His hand was clammy with sweat and fear, his eyes wide with anxiety. I gripped his forearm as tight as I possibly could, though it was of no use. I was so close to falling, so close to ending my life. He was halfway over the edge of the roof, his legs almost in the air. I could see beads of sweat forming on his lower cheek. The attempt was futile. Any second now I would be squashed like a bug.

My grip loosened. He let out a short gasp.

I blinked, and when I opened my eyes, Danny Fenton was no longer on the roof. In his place, gripping my shoulders, was a snowy white haired boy with neon green eyes.

My heart thudded violently against my chest as the gloved ghost tried to pull me up, but it was as if I were dead weight. My arms were limp as my shock made me release my grip on who I thought was Danny.

"Sam!" He called, flying downwards toward me. The next instant I was safe in the ghost boy's arms, hands cupped around his neck, breathing heavy, deep breathes as I peered at his face. He gazed back, still flying, yet not upward to the roof. To another place.

"Sam," He whispered. Honeysuckle replaced the scent of fresh air. How did this ghost know my name? And where was Danny? What did he do with him?

And then realization came crashing down.

I was petrified, gaping a large 'O' with my mouth at him, deeply studying each feature of his face. His eyes glowed with the intensity of the constellations above us. The tousled pearl white hair that draped over his eyes. The pained expression engraved upon his face. They looked so familiar. I had seen them before.

And that crooked smile.

"Danny?" I whispered so softly, my eyes wide. The ghost boy bit his lip, saying nothing. My stomach squirmed as he hastily changed directions. The flying sensation, or just because of my theory, gave me endless butterflies.

"Danny," I repeated in a low mumble, surprised that I could actually find my face. "Is that you?"

He remained silent for a moment.

"What gave it away?"

Despite myself, I chuckled and buried my face under his chin. It was nearly impossible to restrain myself from doing so.

Danny lowered us down into the abandoned park, the trees making the moon-kissed lawn emit eerie shadows surround us. My legs were still shaking when I hit the ground, causing me to stumble slightly. Danny steadied me, his hand lingering on my arm for a moment before dropped it to his side.

I stood there, chafing my arms, with a furrowed brow, so many questions flowing through my mind. So many things I wanted to ask...needed to ask. I opened my mouth on several occasions, but no sound came out. Danny stood patiently, a blank expression on his face.

This couldn't be Danny. Danny was a normal fourteen-year old. He wasn't involved in any of those crimes committed in Amity Park, villain or hero. Phantom might have been, but not Danny. Danny was the boy that enjoyed Dumpty Humpty, liked to play endless hours of video games, watch television that made no sense. Not save the town from a ghost, get framed in a robbery, or...or fly.

And yet there was no way that this ghost could not be Danny.

Before I knew it, my arms were locked around his neck, embracing him tightly. I laughed at my own stupidity. How could I be so oblivious to something so obvious?

"That's three times you've saved my life," I informed him. "And I didn't even know it was you."

Danny stiffened at my sudden act of emotion and softly patted my back.

"Let's...not aim for four," Danny hinted. I laughed and let go of my grip.

"How did--" Danny placed a finger on my lip, silencing me.

"About five months ago...Dad...he made this...this ghost portal. It lets ghosts from another dimension into our world. He was working on it for years by himself. Since before I was even born. But it didn't work...so I went into erm...find out...what went wrong like...like if he didn't have it plugged in...or he left something important in there that he forgot to get." Danny shrugged and dropped his hand.

"But something...something went...wrong." He examined his silver, gloved hand. "There was this...this explosion and...and when it was all over I..." He ran his fingers through his hair. "Sorry, I'm...I'm not the world's best storyteller."

I chuckled.

"You're good enough for me."

I huddled in his jacket, amazed at how much more warmth I was given due to it. It surprised me, because it was an extremely cold night, despite the lack of wind at this exact moment.

"Are you cold?" Danny asked me, taking a small step closer toward me.

I shook my head.

"No. I'm...I'm fine. Really. But...maybe we should head back."

"Yeah," Danny agreed. "Pam and Jack'll be scared to death if we don't show up soon."

I smirked to myself.

That or something else.

"Where have you two been?" Pam exclaimed as Danny and I clambered into the living room, rosy red cheeks and out of breath. Danny and I exchanged a deviant grin as I casually slipped off his jacket and handed it to him with a shaky hand.

"Nowhere."

"Tuck, please" I moaned exasperatedly over the phone, squinting around my sunlit room. "Please forgive me!"

Tucker sighed an annoyed and yet grateful sigh.

"Fine," He snapped. I could almost hear the hint of happiness in his tone.

"Look, I'm really, really sorry and--"

"Sam, it's fine I just--"

"No! Listen to me, Tuck." I had a plan and whether he was going to help or not, he would listen to it. "I'm gonna make it up to you."

"How so?" Tucker challenged.

"I just got off the phone with Val," I told him. Valerie had called me earlier today and spent two hours having me decide what she would wear on her date with Danny tonight, which turned out to be a movie and dinner. Nothing too serious, I was thankful for. Maybe Danny wasn't like Valerie, and didn't want to rush into things like she so obviously did.

"Do you have a point?" Tucker asked harshly.

"Yes," I said through clenched teeth. "If you would let me talk maybe I could get my point across!"

I was ecstatic. Hyper. Overjoyed. Last night's scene had been re-playing constantly in my head, over and over, ceasing to end. The discovery that had been founded, the information given, the--

"What is it?" Tucker's voice broke through my thoughts.

"You and me spy on Danny and Val's date."

Tucker groaned at the idea. I sighed in relief. Of course he wouldn't let me know that he wanted to do this. I couldn't blame him. Yet, the groan symbolized that my idea was just what he had been planning on doing so himself.

"She gave me all the details so--"

"I dunno, Sam" Tucker intervened.

"What?" I asked, rolling onto my back, causing the bed to squeak loudly. "Why not?"

"Invasion of Valerie's privacy!" Tucker debated. "And besides, what if we get caught?"

"If we get caught, then we'll just say that we're on a date."

Tucker's coughing fit was so loud that I had to hold the phone away from my ear.

"Sam, that's crazy! I want to get Val back, not push her away!" I didn't mention that he never had her to begin with, therefore he shouldn't have been so appalled by the idea.

"No," I said, rolling my eyes and flipping onto my stomach, embracing a pillow and resting my chin on it. "It's not crazy. Nothing makes a girl like Val want a guy more than knowing that she can't...have...him."

I nearly dropped the phone at the astonishment of what I was clearly oblivious of.

The reason that Valerie was so attached to the idea of her and Danny was because some sub-conscious part of her understood and grasped the concept that Danny was unavailable. She did know that she couldn't have him, yet challenged herself to getting him anyway.

Did this apply to me, as well?

"Sam?" Tucker bellowed. "Sam!"

I blinked.

"What? Sorry...spaced out."

Tucker sighed.

"What are they gonna do on their...date, anyway?"

"Oh," I said. "Uhm...a movie and then bowling." Nothing too serious.

Tucker was silent for a moment.

"Time?"

"Six. They're gonna be meeting up at the theater." Valerie's details were so precise that I could be the one attending the date. A sharp pain tugged in my stomach at the thought.

"Look. Meet me at The Cinnemax and we'll just...'bump' into them if we get caught. It's flawless." And it was. I was sure of it.

Tucker agreed and we hung up, lost in different thoughts. I let the phone drop onto my pillow as I sat up and glanced at the blinds obscuring most of the sunlight from entering my room, yet streaks here and there made me cringe. I wasn't used to being up this early. Normally I slept in.

Last night's scenes left me shaken and scared, yet somewhat happy. Thankfully, Pam had never figured out about my near-death experience, nor had Jack (I would be eternally grateful that the pair of them were extremely gullible). Danny was the only one, aside from me, that was aware of it. And I intended on keeping it that way. I was excited that he had chosen me to reveal his secret to, purposefully or not. He chose me over Valerie, even if he had known me for a few days before meeting her.

Danny's shocked face entered my mind, his hair as pale as the moon itself after explaining everything to me. Was my expressionless response that much of a giveaway about how astonished I was? Or was he expecting me to run away in terror after his explanation? He was too confusing...

I sighed and fell back onto my bed. Last night...each small detail zoomed rapidly through my head. How close Danny and I had been...being rescued...finally realizing the truth...the warmth of Danny's jacket as he flew us back to the condominiums, the fluttering sensation in my stomach for other reasons than the feeling of flight...

This must have been what Danny had been trying to tell me for so long. All of those interruptions...maybe not telling me would strike my attention. I most likely would have laughed at what he would have said, thinking that it was a joke. Maybe he was just supposed to show me the visualization to let me know the truth.

I had Valerie beat. So she got to spend a few hours with Danny tonight. I chuckled. I got to discover his most inner, most protected secret. I got to fly in his arms. I was the one who was lucky enough to watch the sunset with Danny on a rooftop. Nothing could possibly beat that.

A smug expression fell upon my face, and, for once, I didn't feel envious toward Valerie at all.

"Where were you?" I screeched as Tucker entered the lobby of the theater. It was nearly vacant, seeing as the movies playing were about to begin, if they hadn't already. "It's almost half past six! The previews are almost over!"

Tucker adjusted his baret. I smirked. He must have been getting ready, trying to look his best in case we did get caught.

"Sorry. It's kind of hard to...to walk twelve blocks in twenty minutes."

I rolled my eyes at his lame excuse.

"You should've left earlier," I snapped as I dug my hand into the pockets of my skirt and retrieved a small bit of change.

Tucker scoffed.

"Nice to see you, too." I checked my watch. It was half past.

"I'll go get us seats." I stuffed the change into his hands.

"What am I supposed to do with this?" Tucker asked, looking up from the money. Was he that blunt?

"Get snacks! Just so we look like we wanted to be here," I explained loudly, already on my way to Ties With Randy's doors.

The large screen was blank just as the previews finished their course. I scanned the crowded theater, hoping that Valerie's hot pink shirt, something that she picked out over the phone this morning while talking to me, would stand out.

The room brightened, and a flash of pink caught in the corner of my eye as I stomped on an elderly man's foot.

"Watch it!" He groaned. I ignored him and plopped into a seat one row behind Valerie and Danny.

"I'm really glad you invited me, Danny," I heard Valerie coo as I slumped into my seat, drawing up the hood of the black hoodie that I had brought along.

"It was..." Danny's head bobbed slightly, apparently shifting his position. "Me too."

The dialogue in the movie made it hard to understand what the pair were talking about, considering they were being polite and whispering. I casually leaned forward, yet tried not to make it seem noticeable.

"Really?" Valerie asked. I could see her eyelids flutter from the space between the two seats.

"Uhm...yeah. Totally."

Valerie giggled.

"Danny, you're so sweet!" She said flirtatiously as she kissed him on the cheek.

Despite blowing my cover, despite all that I told myself not to do no matter what, I moaned.

"Give me a break," I muttered, a little too loudly. I slapped my right hand over my mouth and leaned back into my seat, trying to act as if I were enjoying watching a man frolic on the beach with his one and only true love.

"Sam?" I heard Danny ask. I lowered my eyes from the screen to find Danny and Valerie giving me peculiar looks. "What are you doing here?"

"Dead Zombies VIII was sold out so I had to come and watch this..."

"But you hate movies like this," Valerie pointed out.

"Erm..."

"Hey Sa--" I heard Tucker whisper quietly from beside me. I bit my lip as I turned around to find a large popcorn in his arms with many chocolate bars.

"Hey, Tuck. Did you get that popcorn that you promised you'd get for...us?" I emphasized on the word to see if it would spark their interest. It didn't seem to be of any concern to them in the least.

Tucker seemed stunned.

"Oh, yeah, of...of course." He thrust the massive cup of popcorn in my hands (I wasn't prepared for this, causing a lot of the corn to fall to the ground and into my hair) as he sat down beside me, still in awe. Danny and Valerie exchanged puzzled glances.

"What's going on?" Tucker whispered in my ear. I opened my mouth to give him the answer.

"What are you guys doing here?" Valerie asked before I could answer Tucker's question. A large fake smile was placed upon her lips, throwing off her seemingly ecstatic surprise and replacing it with the true anger hidden beneath it.

I rook a large handful of the popcorn and stuffed it into my mouth, avoiding eye contact with Danny and Valerie, yet it was too hard to resist. I looked up to find Valerie's facial expression almost in a glare, while Danny's was just blank. It was hard to imagine that he was the ghost boy that "haunted" Amity Park at the moment.

"I thought you two were gonna go see that other movie," I lied, swallowing the food.

Valerie raised an eyebrow.

"No..."

"Oh...my bad."

"So what are you two guys doing here?" Danny asked us.

I glanced from Danny to Valerie. Valerie's arm was resting on Danny's armrest, her body scooted too close to Danny for my own comfort. All of those thoughts of releasing my jealousy this morning suddenly evaporated.

"We're on a date," I answered simply, yet slightly louder than I anticipated. Valerie's glare deepened.

"You two--"

"Yes!" I told her. "Tucker Foley and Samantha Manson are. On. A. Date."

"Shut it, Sam," Tucker whispered in my ear. I ignored him.

Valerie remained silent. I watched as she looked from Tucker to me, then back to Tucker again, obviously trying to find how any of this came to be.

Danny did the same, yet his face seemed to be twisted in a mix between shock and...pain? I erased that thought from my mind.

"I didn't know that you two were--" He began.

"Shh!" Our four heads turned to the direction of the shushing, only to find the elderly man whose foot I stepped on giving us a glare.

"Let's just watch the movie," Danny whispered, eying the three of us. I must have been paranoid, because I was sure that his eyes rested upon mine for a second longer than the other two. I shook the thought out of my head.

"If he did,"I ensured myself. "It's just to see if you...maybe told Tuck or Val...or something."

We nodded at the idea. I watched as Danny's flawless, godlike, amazingly--

"Shut up, Sam."

The movie was extremely hard to get into if you weren't involved with someone whom you could care about, knowing that they felt the same way. Randy, the main character, and his girlfriend Sandy apparently were in love, trying to conquer all of the challenges that love faced. I sighed. No gore. No guts. Nothing but a gooey love story.

I shifted in my seat at what I hoped was a scene nearing the end of the movie. Valerie was whispering something in Danny's ear, but I couldn't filter out the loud noise from the movie to comprehend what she was saying at all.

I looked over to Tucker, who had fallen asleep halfway through the movie. Was our plan making Valerie (and some particle in my mind made me hope Danny, as well) jealous? Did she finally realize that Danny was not her soul mate? I sighed and leaned back against my seat, avoiding watching the movie, trying to see Danny's reaction to what Valerie had told him.

Nothing.

When the lights turned on and everybody in the theater room began to stand up and stretch their legs, I sighed in relief and immediately stood up, the popcorn dumping onto the floor.

"That was an amazing movie, Danny, don't you think?" Valerie cooed. "So sweet, so--"

"Boring," I finished for her. Danny chuckled.

"Do...you two want to come bowling with us?" Danny asked, stuffing his hands into his pockets. Valerie bit her lip.

"Like a double date?" She asked him, slightly outraged.

"I guess...I mean--"

"We'd love to," I said, noticing Danny's uncomfortable position. He shot me a grateful smile.

Danny wasn't lying about his high bowling average. He was amazing, having the rest of us beaten by a landslide. I didn't have very good hand-eye coordination, so I had the lowest score: ten. I didn't mind though. I'd chose bowling over some gooey love story any day.

"Great job, Danny!" Valerie squealed as Danny sat down in a seat beside Valerie at the Coca-Cola themed table. I gave him a feeble smile. "Another strike!"

"Thanks..." He said, drumming his fingers on the table. "Whose turn is it?"

Valerie looked up to the television screens a few yards above our heads.

"Tucker's," She stated, looking to my left.

Tucker stood up and hurried over to the ball rack. I fixed my eyes on a crumb that seemed to be engraved into the table, scratching at it with my fingers. I didn't care what this was, so long as I didn't have to face the pair.

"I didn't know you liked Tuck," Valerie said softly. I looked up to find Valerie giving me a grin, Danny examining the napkin dispenser.

"Erm...you know what?" Danny offered, standing up. The sound of metal against metal screeched through our ears. "I think I'm going to get me something to eat. You two want anything?"

"I'm good," I declined.

"Seriously, Sam, it's cool."

And then he smiled that crooked smile.

My stomach flipped into my throat, and I could feel the heat rising from my neck. I took a silent yet deep breath and shrugged.

"I dunno, ice cream, then." My voice was too hoarse to pass by.

"Same here, Danny," Valerie said, fluttering her eyelids once more. I clenched my jaw shut.

Danny walked away, running his fingers through his hair.

"Isn't he dreamy?" Valerie sighed.

"What?" I asked, slightly taken aback.

"Danny," She said. "He's...he's wonderful, don't you think?"

I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever."

"Sam?" Valerie said slowly.

"What?" I asked irritably.

Hurt flashed through her eyes for a split second.

"Good," I thought.

"Why didn't you tell me you liked him?"

The heat I had been feeling from Danny's smile turned to ice. I was so close to hyperventilation. How did she know?

"Wh-what?" I asked shakily, twirling the string of my hoodie around my index finger. "What do you mean?"

"You set us up," Valerie said laughing. "Well...tried to, anyway." Tried to? I'm the reason that you're here with Danny in the first place!

"What are you talking--"

"I guess I never saw it coming," Valerie shrugged. "He's...nice." I furrowed my brow.

"Wh--"

"But why didn't you tell me you liked Tucker?"

I gaped.

So she was talking about Tucker.

"Oh...erm..." I said, looking over to Tucker, attempting to knock down one pin placed on the far left side. "I...thought that once you got over Dan--"

"What do you mean?"

I sighed and shook my head.

"Never mind." I dropped the strings on my hoodie.

Tucker joined us at the table, taking the seat beside me so he was now sitting across from Valerie.

"How'd you do?" I asked him, a smirk on my face. Tucker glowered at me.

"Better than you two," He said. Out of the corner of my eye I could have sworn that he winked at Valerie.

Danny returned with four ice cream cones and a large bag of what I assumed were fries placed on a tray. He set the tray down on the table and sat down in the last vacant seat, dumping the fries out so we could eat them.

"Who's turn is it, now?" Tucker asked, popping a fry into his mouth.

"Sam's," Danny answered. I groaned.

"Don't miss the gutter!" Tucker joked.

"Wonderful," I said, standing up. Danny laughed and stood up as well.

"Be right back," He informed Valerie and Tucker, walking along with me to retrieve my borrowed bowling ball.

"What are you doing?" I asked him, careful not to slip on the floor as I stepped upon the wood. I refused to wear the required bowling shoes, so I got stuck with my stockings.

"You're in serious need of some pointers," Danny explained, grinning at me. I couldn't help but grin back as I picked up the heavy, deep purple ball.

"Ego, much?" I teased as I gingerly walked to the lane.

Danny chuckled.

"So, Your Highness," I said tapping on the ball with my index finger. "What hints will you spare me?"

"For one," Danny offered, inching closer to me. I took a deep breath to stop myself from fainting at the closeness. "Just drop the ball."

"Some advice," I said with a grin, holding out my ball, ready to drop it.

"Yeah," Danny said, winking at me. "It is."

Before I knew it, Danny had vanished from my side.

"Danny?" I asked, turning every which way. "Wh--"

"Drop the ball," a light voice commanded. I sighed in relief. This had to be one of his...ghost powers.

"Erm..." I said, slightly shaken. I felt the ball slip from my hands.

I watched in awe as the ball gracefully slid down the lane, directly into the pins.

"Strike!" I heard Danny chant from behind me. I gasped and turned around.

"Where did you--"

"Let's just say you got some extra help," He said with another wink. I felt my stomach jolt.

"Erm...okay," I said, stuffing my hands into the pocket of my hoodie as we departed back to the table.

"How'd you do that, Sam?" Tucker demanded as I sat down. "That was amazing!"

I looked over to Danny, who scooped a bit of his ice cream with a fry, his ears a light shade of pink.

"Inspiration," I said dully, though my insides were giddy.

"That's so gross, Danny," Valerie scoffed as Danny stuffed the ice cream coated fry into his mouth.

"No it's not," Danny and I argued together. I had the habit of dipping my fries into my ice cream since I was a little kid; and I received various rude comments from Valerie.

"Hey...Sam?" Danny asked me, dipping a fry into his ice cream. I did the same, just so I wouldn't have to look up.

"Yeah?" I asked, slowly making a hole in the ice cream from the fry.

"Can I talk to you?" He asked me. I looked up.

"About--"

"Outside?"

I furrowed my brow. It was raining outside. What could he possibly want that was so important that he couldn't tell me in the far corner of the bowling alley?

I looked from Valerie to Tucker, and then to Danny. Despite the searing pain that I had endured during this "double date," I had enjoyed myself (aside from the movie). I must have been using my imagination throughout the date, for it seemed to me that Danny and Valerie seemed to be in lesser contact than Danny and me. Tucker must have had a good time as well. Valerie payed some sort of attention to him.

"Sure..." I said, raising an eyebrow, standing up. I quickly put my combat boots on, something that I had a high skill in doing.

Danny stood up as well and led me outside of the bowling alley.

"What is it?" I asked him, standing underneath the roofed part of the entrance, bringing my hood up and crossing my arms. Danny chuckled and grabbed my hand (what did he want?), pulling me out of the way from the entrance and out into the cold, rainy weather.

"What are you--?" I asked as he led me into the nearby alley. Rain pelted against my back, though I didn't seem to feel it. I was too occupied with not vomiting.

Danny pressed his hands firmly against the wall, his arms on either side of me, caging me in. My heart thudded against my chest. What was he going to tell me? To back off? Did he know that I was secretly in love with him?

A deviant twinkle was in his eyes. I furrowed my brow and opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Danny chuckled.

"Sam." He spoke slowly; I was hanging onto every ounce of breath that he inhaled. "What would you do...if I kissed you?"

I could feel my eyes widen, my stomach jolting, and the knot that was already placed in my stomach tighten. Was I dreaming? I bit my tongue, just to ensure myself that this was reality.

It hurt.

My opened mouth was silent, still struck with awe.

"What if we kiss?" His voice was low, smooth and slow. I couldn't help but note that it was kind of...sexy.

The only sound that I could get out of my mouth was a soft, "But--" before he pressed a finger to my lips.

"Do you want to?" He asked. I tried my hardest to prevent fainting to the floor, yet I was so full of apprehension that I could hardly hear what he had just said.

"Do you?" I mumbled against his finger, my voice muffled.

"Yeah," He said, pressing his hand against the wall, caging me in once more. He leaned in slightly, his nose almost brushable against mine. "I do." His honeysuckle breath blew into my face. I felt my lip quiver. "More than you know."

I had to be dreaming.

"M-me too," I breathed. "But...but we can't--"

"No," Danny intervened. "We shouldn't."

I didn't say anything, so he continued.

"So...if I want to kiss...and you want to kiss..." His voice trailed off. I watched as a raindrop slid off of his nose and to the ground.

"But...we can't, Danny," I shook my head, resting my head against the wall. "We...If we kiss..." Danny smiled my favorite crooked smile, causing the breath to be abruptly knocked out of me. He leaned in closer, the tip of his nose touching mine.

"If we kiss," He said, his lips barely an inch apart from my trembling ones. If the wall hadn't been supporting me, I was positive that I would have fallen down.

"Oh, no," I thought as he softly pressed his lips against mine.

((Author's Note: Only fourteen pages. Not so bad...I thought it would be longer...now...

PLEASE REVIEW! I'm sorry it took so long to put this up, but my internet was down, I got sick, and, of course, that stupid writer's block. Grr. (pokes writer's block) Erm...PLEASE REVIEW...once again. You get more and more treats this time around!

Jeebers...this was such a long and RUSHED chapter...(sobs) Oh well. Next one will be better. Promise.

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