A New Story. I shouldn't, but what the hey?

Danny was not having a good day. First off, it was misty. Danny hated mist. It wasn't even nice cold, Sherlock Holmes kind of mist. It was hot muggy Brazilian Rainforest kind of mist.

Then of course it was report card day. His history teacher, Ms. Iffioch was out to get him. They just didn't get each other and didn't try to. Ms. Iffioch was a sadistic, stubborn troll who liked to stand behind people and read over their shoulder while they worked. Danny hated that. She always had her head stuck next to his, watching him write with her eyes narrowed. He had received a D+ in her class.

Tucker had been absorbed in his PDA all day and didn't even look up to see Danny drop his tray on Paulina during lunch. She hadn't been too happy about that.

And Sam was tormenting him. She had been doing that a lot lately. She didn't mean to, but she would send him small smiles every now and then and would run her fingers through her silky smooth black hair and bat her eyelashes and look at him with those beautiful, purple-

Agggh!

The worst part of the day was suppressing that feeling. He did NOT have a crush on his best friend and he did Not care that she wore the sexy black skirt to-

Wait. Rewind.

There it was again!

Danny started banging his head into his locker. Life did not get much worse than this.

"Get away from me you toad!" He heard Sam yell over his banging.

Apparently, life could get worse.

Danny sprinted down the hall and turned the corner. If anything happened to Sam….

Dash and his henchmen surrounded Sam. Dash was leering at her and Sam was glaring at him. "But, baby," Dash said, leaning close to her. "You know how irresistible you are." Danny felt his blood begin to boil. Images of Sam kissing Dash to save Danny from Ember came rushing back to him. He felt the anger and heartbreak all over again. Dash continued. "Don't you want to be with me?"

Sam spat in his face.

Dash rubbed it off with the back of his hand and snarled, "Okay, that's it!" He picked Sam up and threw her over his shoulder.

Sam screamed and kicked. "Let go of me, you ingrate!"

"Get off of my Sam!" Danny yelled.

Dash turned to face him. "Well, look who's here." He taunted. "Your little boyfriend came to save you. Isn't that sweet." He patted Sam's butt. She shrieked.

Danny felt his eyes go green and fought his every instinct to go ghost. "That's right! I'm here to save her from you, moron!" Danny ran forward and punched Dash in the jaw.

Dash was slammed backward from the force of Danny's punch. Sam was thrown from him and fell towards the floor.

Danny slid forward and caught Sam in his arms. "Are you okay?" He asked with concern, looking into her eyes.

Sam got to her feet unsteadily. "Yeah, I think so. Thanks, Danny." She smiled at him and he felt his knees go weak. Sam cocked her head to the side and crossed her arms. "But I need to ask…why did you call me your Sam?"

Danny felt himself blush. He looked at the floor and rubbed the back of his head. "I…um, it just slipped out?" he said.

Sam smiled a little. "Okay…" She looked at her watch. "Oh, god, I have to go. See you Danny!" She ran down the hall.

Danny sighed and turned around to face Tucker. "Ah!" he shouted from surprise.

Tucker raised an eyebrow. "Why did you really call her your Sam?"

"I told you," Danny said. "It was just a slip of the tongue." He felt himself getting louder and his face getting redder.

Tucker grinned. "Yeah, a Freudian slip." Tucker got one of those annoying all-knowing looks in his eye.

Danny turned maroon. "Shut up." He said.