The next afternoon, Danny was waiting outside Dutchman's School for Girls, trying not to look as completely stalkerish as he felt. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, his butt burning through his poor choice of jeans from leaning against his car in the harsh June sunlight. He stared at the door. Come on! It's 3:30…

The doors crashed open and girls in red plaid came spilling out, laughing and talking and complaining about school, about their teachers, about each other. Sam was in one of the last people out, all alone. In fact, it seemed people kept their distance. Some girls threw her glances and giggled to her neighbors. She had a look on her face that spoke of exhaustion and extreme annoyance.

Danny smiled at the sight of her. "Hey, Sam."

Her head shot up, as did her eyebrows did when she saw whom it was. The girls around her did the same. A guy? Interested in the goth freak? Sam blushed to the roots of her hair and pushed past the cliques, who were subtly ogling Danny. She went write up to him and looked him in the eyes. "What are you doing here?" She hissed. "Are you stalking me? How did you find out I go here?" More and more girls were beginning to crowd nearby, glaring at her.

Danny only smiled at Sam, not asking notice of the fish bowl effect. "You draw really well."

That caught Sam off guard. Her back straightened. "What?"

"That picture that you drew on the Dutchman website?" He smiled, crossing his arms over his chest. "It's really good." He straightened and came leaned forward so their noses were almost touching. "It's the most lifelike drawing of a ghost I think I've ever seen."

Sam blushed again as the whispers of jealous girls rose in the back round. "Thank you." She said tartly. "But I need to go now." She turned and began walking down the sidewalk. Danny stood there for a second, letting the fact that a girl had just walked away from him sink in, before jogging to catch up with her. "You know,…" she said, without turning to look at him. "I could call the police and have you arrested."

"No, you won't." Danny said, his hands in his pockets. He had stopped jogging and was now strolling beside her. In comparison, Sam looked like a rage-filled third grader.

She stopped and swung around to face him. "Why not?" She said, close to yelling.

"Because, you don't know if you'll like me or not." It was a pretty weak argument, but Danny really didn't care. He felt a bit delinquent-ish for being with Sam. "You don't even know my name. I could be the nicest guy you'll ever meet and if you call the police, years from now you will be wracked with guilt, knowing that you missed out on the greatest opportunity that would ever come your way. For True Love only comes-"

Sam rolled her eyes and cut him off. "Fine. What's your name?"

Danny bowed towards her with a flourish. "Danny Fenton, at your service."

Sam quirked an eyebrow, a smirk spilling over her face. "As in 'Fenton Works'?"

Danny blushed and straightened. "I had hoped you hadn't seen that." He shoved his hands in his pockets and smiled sheepishly, feeling the blood rushing to the back of his neck.

Sam laughed and started walking, this time at a more relaxed pace. "Hadn't seen it? It's the only house with a UFO on it!" She grinned at him before laughing again.

Danny laughed nervously, searching desperately for a way to change the subject. "So, uhh… Do you want to go grab something to eat?"

Sam suddenly became paranoid again. "Sorry, I don't have money. I need to go home…"

"I'll pay for you." Danny said, turning around to walk backwards in front of her.

"Paying for a girl you don't know?" Sam queried. "Seems a bit odd, don't you think?"

"Not at all." Danny said, smiling. "That is, if the girl's pretty enough…"

Startled, Sam met his blue eyes. She glared. "Well, then, I guess you've got the wrong girl. If you're looking for pretty, try your girlfriend." She quickened her walk and pushed past him.

"Are you kidding? You're way prettier than her." Danny said, catching up to her once again.

"Now, you're just getting creepy." Sam said, and then shuddered to a halt. Danny stopped with her, puzzled. "You're going to follow me home, aren't you?" Her eyes narrowed with suspicion.

He looked up and down the sidewalk, as if calculating. "Yeah, probably." He said with an impish grin.

She rolled her eyes and turned around. "Fine. Let's go to the mall."

Danny grinned as the couple headed back to his car. This was fun.

This is short, but I'm tired. This is for Save Danny69, who cheered me up with her enthusiasm.