Chapter Two

The day they would really start practicing arrived too soon for Danny's desperate heart. He opened the front door of his house and stepped aside to let Sam walk in first. She looked awfully quiet, though she seemed relaxed… well; she was more relaxed than he was.

"Do you want anything to eat or drink?" Danny asked, his voice failing him.

"No, I'm fine." She stood there, waiting for him to do something.

"Ok so… what about going up to my room?" He asked, helping her with her books. "At least we can hear it when my parents arrive."

"Better safe than sorry." Sam grinned, following him upstairs. Danny walked to his radio and turned it on in some station that had some good music, the kind Sam liked. He turned around and saw that she was sitting on his bed, staring at him. He felt like she was enjoying torturing him. He looked like a lost puppy. Sam finally took pity on him. "Danny, it's just me." She patted the bed, next to her.

It wasn't just Sam, Danny realized. It was Sam, in his bed, ready to kiss him to oblivion. He was terrified. Slowly and hesitantly he sat down beside her. He jumped when she touched his arm, making her roll her eyes.

"You need to relax, Danny!" She said, losing her patience. "Yesterday you were acting like a hero when it came to girls and now you act like a scared mouse! You'll need to stand this as a man if you ever want to make out with Paulina, Valerie or whoever else you have in mind."

Danny had almost forgotten it was about kissing other girls. He was so scared that he was going to kiss Sam, that he forgot why he was kissing her in the first place. She turned to her right so that she was facing him completely. They were standing millimeters away from each other now.

"Yesterday, with that peck, you forgot the touching part." She said, reasoning like it was some math question.

"Touching?" Danny squeaked.

"Contact is really important." Sam said, as if it was obvious. "Now you put your hands around me – c'mon Danny, don't be childish – on my waist is perfect." She guided him, putting her own arms around his neck.

It was so wrong in having his best friend of opposite sex on his bed with him like that, but it still felt very comforting. He was finally relaxing under her touch.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked his voice barely above a whisper.

"Of course, silly." She smiled, closing her eyes and parting her lips slightly, waiting for him to reach out for her.

He leaned forward and at the first feather-like touch he realized her lips were softer than he remembered. She sighed against his lips and he had no idea why. He pressed his lips to hers a little harder and he brought his left hand to cup her cheek. Her lips moved against his and he understood he wasn't supposed to stay there, still.

He had to admit he was enjoying himself. Her lips were full and soft and her gloss tasted like cherry. He kept reaching further; she was almost falling down when she put a hand over his chest and pushed him away. Danny felt really embarrassed. He had been too forward; he knew he had screwed this up.

"There's no need to press that hard," She said. "I liked it, but it is not necessary." She smiled. Danny was puzzled. "I liked how you cupped my cheek." She said, biting her lower lip. "I think we can get to the tongue part."

"Tongue?" Danny repeated hysterically.

"Yes, Danny, you didn't think it was over just like that, did you?" She replied, brushing her hair off her eyes. When he didn't respond, she reached up to him again and one more time she put her hands around his neck and he automatically put one hand on her waist and the other on her neck. "I'm going to do it first, and then it's your turn, okay?" Danny could only nod.

Sam closed her eyes and waited. Soon his lips found hers, more confidently, still been gentle. He eagerly waited for what was to come. Sam opened her lips and gently prodded her tongue against his lips. He opened up for her feeling really weird about having someone else's tongue inside his mouth. She tasted like fresh mint. Her body was pressing closer to his. It started feeling right. The whole situation seemed to be getting somewhere.

He was scared now. They were exploring each other's mouth and the way he started to feel bothered him. It felt right! It wasn't supposed to feel right! She was his best friend, he wasn't supposed to enjoy this like she was… - well, a girl! His heart was beating wildly. What if it affected their friendship? What if he couldn't get enough of her? He wanted to kiss her again and again and again and it was worrying him!

"Danny, we're home!" Jack Fenton called from downstairs.

Danny and Sam quickly broke apart and sat at a good distance from each other, looking nervously at each other. They were out of breath and their lips were swollen. It was pretty obvious what they had been doing. Sam quickly stood up, crossed the room and sat in front of Danny's computer, throwing a book at him. He caught it in midair and opened, putting it in front of his face.

"Hey, honey, what are you doing?" Maddie walked inside the room, looking very happy. "Oh, hello Sam."

"Hi, Mrs. Fenton." Sam replied, looking at her quickly.

"I'm just reading mom, we have an upcoming test." Danny said, still not knowing what book he was reading.

"That's wonderful, dear; you study hard and get an A+." Then she walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.

Sam let go of her breathe, not realizing she had been holding it. Danny lay down on his bed, throwing the book away. Both sighed in relief, before grinning at each other.

"We can practice again tomorrow if you like." Sam offered;

"Yes, I think I need more practice." Danny replied, sitting up.

"We could meet at my house after school." She said. "My parents will leave in the morning for Paris so we'll have the house to ourselves."

"It would be great." Danny watched her movements. She stood up and picked up her books and purse. "I'll see you tomorrow, then." He said, standing up.

"See you." She replied, both their gazes met and they stood there for what seemed an eternity before Sam walked to him to give him a kiss on the cheek. Danny turned around in the last minute and met her lips in a quick peck. She blushed; smiling, then she opened the door and left his room.

Thank you so MUCH for the reviews. I just wanted to tell you that Danny and Sam are both sixteen in this fanfic. So, you know… teen hormones are kicking in. Well, I better start working on chapter three.