WoM- Samantha-Girl Scout asked for this one, and she has received! 'grins' See? I didn't forget you!
"For how many things, which for our own sake we should never do, do we perform for the sake of our friends."
-Marcus Tullius Cicero
Protector
Blinded by this bright light
I speak though I'm unheard
To me this constant emptiness
Is really too absurd
"Isn't this coat just darling, dear?" I don't even bother to disguise my disgust.
"It's fur, Mom!" I tell her, glaring slightly. "From baby seals!"
"I should hope so," Mom responded, "For the price I'm paying for it, it'd better be,"
"MOM!" I yelled. But she only ignores me. She always does when it comes to the things that are important to me. Of course, once it comes to things that SHE disapproves of, I'm expected to drop everything and listen to her.
Hypocrite…
It always frustrated me how she acted like the views and opinions of others never mattered, how she tried to force her will upon others. How was that at all fair to their own individuality, their personal choice to do whatever they saw as right or wrong?
I always thought everyone had something in them so completely different then anyone else that you just had to admire it. At school it's especially easy to notice, since that's where everyone tried the hardest to hide it, to 'fit in' with whatever was perceived as 'popular' or 'cool.'
Me? I could never be like that. I had too much pride in what I was to let that down now or ever…
Who are they to tell anyone
How we should act or live?
Why only feed the fire
Of this world that cannot give?
"Miss Manson…"
I didn't flinch as I turned to meet Mr. Lancer's disapproving frown, but you and Tucker exchanged uneasy glances. You knew what was coming just as well as I did, and you knew how I'd react.
"Is there a problem, Mr. Lancer?" I asked him.
"Yes, as a matter of fact," Mr. Lancer said dryly. "Your outfit's in direct violation of our school's dress code, with I know you are aware of, Sam,"
"Yeah," I nodded, smirking, "The three Bs, right?"
"I beg your pardon?" Mr. Lancer said, sounding alarmed.
"Boobs, Bellies and Butts," I listed off. You and Tucker manage to turn your laughs into coughs at the last second when you saw the look on Mr. Lancer's face at that.
"Man Alive, Miss Manson!" Mr. Lancer said with a dark scowl. "Go to Mrs. Ishiyama's office, now! And I'll be calling your parents in momentarily."
"Go ahead," I challenged, walking away. "You think getting into trouble scares me? I'm not gonna change who I am and what I like just because it doesn't suit you!"
"Miss Manson," Mr. Lancer warned. Rolling my eyes, I turned to continue my trek to the principal's office, accidentally bumping into Paulina as I went.
"Watch it, Loser!" She snapped, glowering at me. I turned a critical eye to her, noticing that her clothes were in more violations then mine were.
"Nice outfit, Paulina," I said mockingly, giving Mr. Lancer a pointed look. He frowned at me before glancing at Paulina and turning away without a word.
'Ain't that the way it always goes…' I thought bitterly, walking away.
In the eyes of the teachers, pretty popular students were flawless, allowed to get away with anything. It was those who had their own voices that got the slap on the wrist…
I can't sit by and watch in pain
As the helpless are controlled
I refuse to wallow in regret
Always doing what I'm told
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"Where's that paper, Mikey?" Dash growled as he pinned the so-called 'loser' against his locker.
"I-it's right here, Dash!" Mikey squeaked back, reaching into his backpack with trembling hands and drawing out the paper in question. Dash smirked after he took it, shoving the boy against his locker again before letting him go so he slid to the floor.
"Loser." Dash scoffed as he left. I scowled, my temper getting the better of me.
"Leave him alone, Dash!" I snapped, stepping between the two. Dash looked surprised to find me there before he scowled.
"Oh?" He sneered, "And what'll you do if I don't? Sic your loser boyfriend on me?"
"Danny isn't a loser!" I said coldly, offended on your behalf, before adding with a little less vigor "And he's not my boyfriend! Besides, I don't need him to fight my battles."
"Aw, how sweet," Dash laughed mockingly. "You think I'm scared of you?"
"No," I said, "But I think you should be," The glare I sent Dash at this made some of his cockiness fade before he snorted and started away.
"Whatever," He muttered as he left. I scowled after him before I turned to Mikey.
"You okay?" I asked him. I didn't know the boy too well, but I did know he deserved better treatment then that.
"Fine," Mikey muttered, glaring hatefully in the direction Dash had gone in. "Why can't a ghost ever attack him or something? I'd love to see Danny Phantom show that guy what he puts us through…"
"Don't say that," I said quickly, a little upset that it was your name he used in that statement. You got bad publicity as it was, I didn't want to think of how you'd react to hearing someone say something like that…
"Yeah, not like it'll ever happen," Mikey laughed bitterly as he stood, "Anyways, thanks again. I'd better go…" I frowned as I watched him leave.
"Phantom fights to keep people safe," I called out to him. "Not for revenge or because he has something to prove. He does it because he cares about us. Remember that before you say something like that again," And with that, I left, not looking back to see Mikey's reaction.
There's so much in this world
Other cannot or just won't see
Too many here who just won't speak
To maintain what they believe
"SAVE THE FOREST!" I yelled into my megaphone, waving around fliers to everyone who walked by. The petition I had pinned to a clipboard was tucked under one arm since my hands were full.
"Hey Sam," You say as you come up to me, looking faintly amused. "New cause?"
"The Axion Labs are planning on bulldozing a forest to build a new warehouse!" I said, hopping down from the box I'd been using to stand on and holding up a flier for you to see. "They care more about making money then the trees and the animals that have lived there longer then any self-centered humans have,"
"Ain't that life…" You said dryly, shaking your head. I raised an eyebrow at you.
"You know, I'd figure you'd care a little more now that Vlad is the owner of the Axion Labs," I said pointedly.
"I never said I didn't care!" You defend yourself hastily. "Anyways, where's Tucker?"
"No clue," I said honestly, "I told him what was going on and he went AWOL on me." You laughed slightly at that.
"Big surprise," You say dryly. But then you smile. "Need some help?"
"Really?" I said, brightening. "You'd give me a hand without me forcing you to?"
"You've given up a lot more for me," You reminded me with a pointed smile. I felt color raise to my cheek at the effect this had on your eyes, intense and overwhelming no matter what color they were.
"Thanks," I manage at last, handing you the clipboard to sign. After you add your signature, I give you a stack of flyers, "Think you can hang these up for me?"
"You got it," Danny said, taking them as he handed the clipboard back to me, "And if you need celebrity endorsement, I'm sure Phantom will be more then happy to support the cause," I laughed a little at that.
"Lets see if we can pull this off without ghost interference first, kay?" I said with a grin. You smile back.
"Got it!" You said, taking off to hang up the flyers. I shake my head and smile gently to myself as I watch you trip over some unseen crack in the sidewalk, catching yourself just before you face plant.
'Just having you there for me is more then enough…' I thought warmly to myself.
But I refuse to be like that
There's too much here I love
So even if I stand alone
I'll push back for every shove
"Hey, Danny," I stiffen up at the familiar voice that purred out your name, resisting the urge to growl.
"Paulina?" You say, sounding faintly surprised.
And why shouldn't you be? She never acknowledged you unless she needed something from you, after all. But you seem to conveniently forget this little fact every time she bats those blue eyes of hers your way.
"What do you want?" I ask, not even bothering to hide my distain. Paulina shot me an irritated look before turning back to Danny.
"I was wondering if you could be a sweetheart and come to my beach party this Friday?" Paulina said sweetly. "And maybe you can bring your little ghostly friend?"
"Uh…" You say, looking trapped. "Well… I…"
"He already has plans," I blurted out, stepping between you and Paulina to glare at the cheerleader.
"Oh?" She said coolly, "What are you, his secretary all of a sudden?"
"No," I said, "I'm his friend, and we've already made plans this weekend to hang out," Paulina scowled at me.
"Uh, fine!" She snapped, "Losers…" She sauntered away at a brisk pace, and I scowled as I watched her leave.
"I've got plans this weekend?" You asked, raising an eyebrow. I cringe slightly.
"Ah…" I said lamely, "W-well… I just didn't like the way she was acting is all," That was honest enough. There is little more powerful then my hatred of Paulina when she's all over you like that…
"Well, she didn't have to say that to you…" You agreed, "That was rude of her. To treat you like that, I mean." I felt my jaw drop at that. Were you actually admitting that Paulina the 'Perfectly Flawless,' could actually do wrong? "Well, since we now have plans this weekend, you mind telling me what they are?" You continue playfully, grinning at me. I smile back.
"Mega Movie Night at your place?" I suggested.
"Sounds good to me," You laugh, "You bring the Movies, I'll take care of popcorn and pizza, deal?"
"Deal!" I said, grinning at you widely. We both blush a little as an uncomfortable silence falls upon us, and the question of our relationship comes into play in my head yet again.
'Not yet,' I tell myself. 'Things are fine as they are now… just a little longer, then I'll tell him… just a little longer…'
Then again, that was what I always told myself.
Because that's my personality
I was born to play this part
And I will always guard you, too
Protector of my Heart
"Danny!" I yelled out as I watch the bricks explode as you hit the side of the building. My cry doesn't phase Skulker as he waits for you to come back out. You don't disappoint him, belting out a ghostly wail that nails him before you fly out after it, connecting a right hook to the ghost's helmet that sends him to the cement.
"Tucker!" You yell out trough your daze after using the powerful attack, "Thermos!"
"I'm on it, Man!" Tucker yelled back, fumbling with the Fenton Thermos.
"Come on, Tucker!" I said, watching anxiously as Skulker shook off the attack. My worried gaze turned to Danny, who was showing clear sighs of fatigue as he sank to his knees, panting.
My worry only increased when the rings of light circled his waist.
"You'll pay for that attack, ghost child!" The hunter declared with a growl, starting towards you.
"TUCKER!" You yell out again.
"I think, it's jammed!" Tucker calls back, fear obvious in his voice. My eyes widen as my body acts on it's own accord, grabbing the nearest thing my hand could connect with and racing towards the ghost. "SAM!"
I ignore that shout from Tucker. So does Skulker, since he probably deemed that I was no threat to him from day one.
That was about to become his biggest mistake.
'WHAP!'
The ghost yelps in pain as the Fenton Anti-Creep Stick connects with the back of his helmet.
"Leave Danny alone!" I snarled, glaring at the stunned ghost as he nursed the spot I'd hit and brandishing the bat again. Out of the corner of my eye, I say Tucker scrambling through your backpack, emerging with another thermos which he used to suck up the still surprised Skulker. As soon as the thermos was capped again, I dropped the Anti-Creep stick and rushed to your side.
"You're insane," You said dryly, "You know that, right? Who goes after a ghost with the Anti-Creep stick?"
It worked, didn't it?" I said defensively. You shake your head and smile at me warmly.
"Thanks Sam," You murmur softly before your eyes close, so you miss my blush completely.
"Just doing my job," I said just as softly, heaving one of your arms over my shoulders while Tucker took the other side after storing the Thermos in Danny's backpack again.
"You know, we've really gotta come up with a system for what to do when he passes out like this…" Tucker grunted as we started towards FentonWorks.
"You can't expect someone to be perfect, Tucker," I said with a frown, "Not even a hero,"
'Then again,' I added to myself, 'Danny's imperfections are part of why he's so perfect…'
After all, as often as he had to be my hero, I had to be his, too…
WoM- Sam's being Danny's hero now! 'giggles' And of course, everyone out there should take a whack at it, too, by saving Danny from his true foe nowadays, the evils of the commercial networking of Nickelodeon…
Thanks to;
Ytak
Fey Phantom
Samantha-Girl Scout
Fey Phantom
midnightgoth9
BlueMyst19
IwuvMyKenshyPoo
Ghost Writer's Assistant
Damn Pop-Ups
conan98002
Next update; February 19th
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