Chapter Seven
Five Years Ago
"I can't believe Sam invited us to a punk party." Tucker said when he looked at the people around the big house they were in. It was past midnight and the music was too loud to be legal.
"Well, at least she was nice to warn us that maybe Valerie and Star wouldn't like it here." Danny looked at the punch table where there was gallons of alcoholic drinks and a skull (that wasn't real, he hoped). "I know Sam's style, but this is a bit exaggerated."
"Danny! Tucker!" Sam found them in the crowd. She was holding a cup with a red drink and her a cigarette in the other hand.
If Danny had been mad when he had seen her smoking on her fifteen's birthday (he had never seen her drinking or smoking after that and it had been one year and a few months ago) he was furious when he saw her doing that again and walking in a crowd wearing only a bathing suit.
"What is going on here?" He asked in a jealousy rage.
Sam looked surprise for a few minutes before shaking off whatever was going on in her head and resuming her good mood.
"I had never been a party like this." She laughed. "It rocks!"
"I think it's dangerous." Danny said, grabbing the cigarette from her hand and putting it off on he ground. "And you shouldn't smoke."
"Uh… Sam… are you okay?" Tucker asked, a bit more gently then Danny.
"I'm great." Sam laughed. "Really, you two don't have to be overprotective, I'm sixteen, and I can take care of myself." She ended her drink in one gulp and grabbed their hands pulling them towards the backyard. "There's a pool back there, it's great! Swimming in the night is the best thing ever."
"It's a good thing we didn't bring the girls." Tucker said to Danny in private. "They already hate Sam; I don't even want to imagine what they'd think after this."
"I think Sam is overdoing it." Danny said, seriously, as they found a couple of chairs to sit down. "Who would invite her here, anyway? She doesn't have friends."
"That guy would." Tucker pointed to a blonde man who was talking to Sam. "Isn't he the same from the Gothic Poetry stuff?"
"Yeah, I think he is." Danny said.
Both boys watched as the man joked around with Sam, asked her to say one or two poetries and after that, grabbed her by her legs tossing her over his shoulder playfully and jumped into the pool. Danny gritted his teeth in anger.
"Hey, man, do you still have a thing for Sam?" Tucker asked, watching him closely.
"If I am overprotective, yes, if I love her, no. I am with Valerie." Danny answered, simply. "I just think Sam has way passed the decency line."
Five minutes after an uncomfortable silence, Sam bounced happy towards them, sitting down in between them, making sure she wetted their shirts as much as possible.
"Thank you so much, Sam." Tucker said, sarcastically.
"Who is that blonde?" Danny asked, not minding his wet friend.
"That's Jason, I met him last year and we hung out a couple of times in the club. He just decided to invite me over. He's a nice guy. He's a vegetarian, too." She pointed out, grinning.
"Are you two together?" Danny asked.
"No, we're just friends…" She said.
"He likes to touch a bit too much for a friend." Danny replied.
"Well, yeah… but he didn't see me naked." She looked at Danny incredulously. Was he really jealous? He had no right to be jealous when he was with Valerie in the first place.
"Wait! You saw her naked?" Tucker got really interested in the discussion.
"It was an accident." Danny said. "I didn't want to look!"
"Well, I'm sorry, but other people may think it's a very interesting sight." Sam stood up, angrily and marched away back to group of boys where Jason was.
"Way to go, man." Tucker said, sighing in frustration. "I thought I was going to enjoy tonight."
"So did I. Maybe we should go." Danny suggested.
"I don't think we should leave her here." Tucker said, pointing at the group, Jason had just poured her another glass of whatever she was drinking. She finished the cup glass with one quick gulp and people applauded amazed.
"That's it!" Danny said, standing up. "Tuck, you go wait in the car, I'm going ghost and dragging her out of here."
Tucker didn't say anything; he quickly walked out of the house. Danny entered in the bathroom and went ghost. He was so angry at Sam in that moment that he completely forgot that he had to go intangible before phasing through the door. He finally flew around the house until he saw Sam.
She was laying on the cough pressing a hand on her forehead. Of course she was dizzy, how much had she drunk anyway? He put one arm around her back and another around her knees before flying out of the party to the car that Tucker had already started.
"Why the hell did you kidnap me?" Sam shouted angrily, as they became visible again at the back seat. Tucker drove silently through the dark streets listening to the conversation.
"Because." Danny said simply. Sam noticed how worried he was, but he had no right to take her away from a party. "That's not you, Sam. The Sam I know doesn't drink or smoke." He pressed his palms to her cheek, looking into her eyes like he was trying to find an answer to her behavior in them.
"The Sam you know is not a fourteen years old girl anymore." Sam pointed out. "I'm sorry I had to grow up."
"That's not what I mean, Sam."
"Listen, Danny, you're not my father, okay?"
"I know, but I care about you."
"Funny, you don't seem to realize I exist when you're with Valerie." Sam said.
"So it is about Valerie now? Well, I'm sorry if you're not the only girl in my life, I had to grow up, too!"
"So we end this conversation now, I won't complain about Valerie and you won't complain about my parties!"
"The difference is that my relationship won't make me sick!"
"It's my health and if I decide to fucking die before I'm thirty, I can do that because it's my life!"
"Fine, do whatever you want." Danny yelled, "But never invite me to a party like that again!"
"Don't worry; I won't invite you to anything else ever again."
Three months later, Sam invited him to the audition.
Two Years Ago
Sam woke up with a thunder. She rubbed her eyes and looked around. She was in her apartment, in her bed and it was past midnight. She heard the door creaking open slowly and lifted her head to see her three years old son running into the room and jumping on her bed.
She smiled and held him closer.
"Can't sleep?" She asked, softly, kissing his head.
"Thunder." He replied, hiding his face on her chest when he heard another one.
"You're a big boy; you can't be scared of a thunder." She said, brushing his hair softly with her fingers.
"But it's loud!" Allan said, starting to cry.
"We can be louder than a thunder!" She said, sitting up and holding her crying baby on her arms. "When we hear it we'll scream as loud as we can and scare the thunder away."
Allan giggled and nodded. They waited about thirty seconds before they heard a loud thunder, Sam and Allan screamed loudly until it was over and laid back down laughing.
"See? I told you we could be louder." Sam laughed.
"Let's play, mommy!" Allan said, jumping up and down on the bed.
"It's past your bedtime." Sam said, watching the happy boy who didn't seem to be sleepy at all.
"Please! Let's play!"
"Fine, fine." She stood up and turned on the lights. "What do you want to play?"
"Fairy Tale!" Allan said, standing on the edge of the bed and opening his arms so that Sam would pick him up.
"Which fairy tale?" She asked picking him and carrying him to the living room.
"Snow-White. Put me down." Allan ran to the kitchen as soon as Sam put him on the ground and grabbed an apple. "I'm Prince Charming."
"And I'm supposed to be Snow White, right?" Sam asked, sitting down on the cough.
"Yes, you eat the apple." Allan put the fruit on Sam's hand. "And I'll save you."
"You can't be my Prince Charming." Sam teased. "You're too short, you're going to be a little dwarf."
"No, I'm Prince Charming!" Allan insisted, standing on a chair so that he'd be bigger. "See? I'm tall."
"Oh, okay, my dear Prince," Sam laughed, "But get down before you hurt yourself." Allan jumped to the ground, obediently and waited until his mommy decided to eat the apple. "Who will be the dwarfs?" She asked.
"My teddy bears." And he ran to his room, bringing back all the teddy bears he could carry.
"Fine, we have the dwarfs." Sam laughed. "Do I bite the apple now?"
"Yes."
And Sam took a small bite even though she wasn't hungry at all and pretended to choke. She fell down on the couch, pretending to be asleep. She opened one eye to watch what Allan was doing, he was crouching with the 'dwarfs' telling them to not cry because he was going to save the princess.
He climbed on top of her with an enormous difficulty with his small legs and arms and sat down on her stomach.
"Mommy? Can I kiss you on the nose instead?"
"Of course." She smiled and felt as his little lips touched the tip of her nose. She opened her eyes and grabbed him on her arms. "Oh my big Prince just saved me!" She said.
"Yeah! I'm strong and I saved you!"
"I think my big strong prince deserve some cookies and milk." She said. "Are you hungry?"
"Always hungry for cookies and milk." Allan replied, giggling as Sam carried him to kitchen pretending that he was an airplane.
"But after that you're going straight to bed. Mommy is tired." Sam yawned.
"Can I sleep with you?" He asked, sitting at the table, bouncing his feet happily while he waited for the cookies.
"As long as you don't wet the bed." Sam replied.
"I won't." Allan said, blushing. "I'm a big boy, I don't do that anymore."
"Fine then." She put a cup of milk and a plate full of cookies on the table. She watched adoringly as her mini version of herself ate the cookies enthusiastically.
"Sing Under the Sea!" Allan asked, with a milk mustache.
"I'm tired." Sam said, yawning, but when he pouted, she couldn't resist. It was amazing how that child had her completely in his hands. She started to sing and her baby started to feel sleepy. She stood up and took him to bed, where he held her finger in his little ones the entire night.
He was her little miracle and she barely had worries when he was with her. The world could stop turning and completely fall apart, as long as she had Allan she could face everything.
Present Days
Danny floated around Sam's living room invisible when her phone rang. She looked surprised, but picked it up after a few seconds.
"Hello?" She said, Danny floated closer so that he'd hear the conversation.
"Sam? It's Jazz."
"Jazz?" Sam frowned "How did you get my number?"
"Your mother told me, anyway, Sam I was wondering if you have seen Danny before you went away this morning." Jazz said pretending to be worried.
"No, I haven't seen him since Saturday morning, why?" Sam, Danny noticed, started getting worried, too.
"He disappeared! He was so upset when you went away that I'm afraid he's gone after you." Jazz said.
"Well, I doubt it he doesn't know where I live." Sam answered, slightly relieved.
"It doesn't matter now; I just wanted to ask you to keep an eye open in case he's looking for you."
"Ok, I'll see. Thanks for warning me." Sam said, hanging up the phone quickly before Jazz had a chance to say goodbye. She stood up, looking as furious as the Dragon Ghost. "Danny if you're here you better show up right now!"
It wasn't supposed to be like that. She wasn't supposed to be that angry. He was supposed to be in the control of the situation, he was the one to start a fight if there was any. He gulped when he saw her crossing her arms and tapping her feet impatiently.
"If you're here." She said, looking at the empty walls. "You must have seen what I have prepared in the kitchen. There's nothing you can do to stop me!" And she quickly ran to kitchen, grabbing all the pills at once.
The pills completely disappeared in her hands and fell on the floor as if they had been intangible. She gave a small frustrated laugh and opened her eyes to see Danny Phantom looking at her in disapproval, but at the same time he tried to look threatening he looked helplessly sad.
"I knew it." She sobbed, falling on her knees. "You are going to haunt me for the rest of my days, aren't you?" She yelled.
"I don't want to hurt you," Danny said. "I just arrived if that's what you're concerned about." He lied, deciding that it was batter to show her that she still could keep her secrets.
"I want to be alone." She sobbed, pushing his arms away before he had a change to hug her. "Don't make me have to move to China, or Russia or somewhere you can't find me." She cried out, running out of breath.
"I think that you should go to bed." He said. "You look tired."
"How dare you talk to me like you're welcome here?" She shouted, in the verge of a nervous breakdown.
"Shut the fuck up, Sam!" Danny yelled, making her stare at him in shock. "You're not thinking straight right now and whatever happened or may happen I won't leave you here to rot!"
Sam was shocked that Danny would yell at her, they had their fights, but he had never yelled at her, he had never been aggressive. She started shaking and she suddenly felt like she had no control of her body anymore. She felt heavy and her head felt light like it wasn't part of her body. She collapsed in his arms, confused and helpless.
"I'm sorry." He said gently, "But you need to get better." And he carried her to her bed where she fell immediately asleep.
I know you were curious about Allan so I decided to give you a piece of Sam's life while she was with him. Wasn't he adorable? Be a good reader and review and I'll give you another cookie. :-)
