Well, people told me to continue from my Scrapbook (The Life and Times of Danny, Sam and Tucker. Read it.) so I am. A little late, but hey, better late than never, Right?

Please don't hurt me!

Sam had her hair flung around her face. Her hair was a curtain of sorts, and extremely useful for hiding from prying eyes. But right now, she wasn't hiding from anybody she was actually scared of. She was hiding from Danny.

Sam knew she liked Danny for a long time, but he never really seemed to show any interest in return. So, after a while, Sam let the subject rest, with none to negative help from Tucker.

But now…Danny was starting to notice her. And not notice her, as in "Hey, I never realized you wore eyeliner before." (He actually did say that. Weird, huh?) But notice her as in staring at her in the middle of History class, from his seat directly behind hers.

Sam was almost afraid to move. Ever since Danny rescued her from Dash, he hadn't let her out of his direct line of vision. Now Sam felt so awkward, she didn't want to scratch her head, knowing Danny would analyze her movements. She could feel the eyes boring into the back of her head. Not that the attention wasn't appreciated…

Whoa, Sam. Calm down… Deep soothing breath. He probably isn't even looking anymore. Just act really casual, and turn your head to check when the teacher's writing on the board. Sam felt herself almost shaking from the tension, but managed to calm herself down. She smoothly turned around.

He was still looking. And he grinned at her when her eyes connected with his. Sam whipped around and inwardly groaned.

Was this a test, or a torture device or something? Did Danny want to drive her crazy? He didn't like her like that. So why was he acting like he did?

The bell rang. SALVATION!

Sam sprinted out of the classroom and to her locker to dump her stuff into her bag.

"Hey, Sam! Wait up!"

Sam groaned. She hadn't missed him. Danny ran up to her slightly out of breath. "Why did you leave so fast?" he gasped. Danny laughed. "I'd forgotten how fast you can run."

Sam forced a smile and looked him in the eyes. Might as well be blunt. "Why were you staring at me during History?" She demanded. Sam crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow.

The author would like to say that this is a talent she does not possess, but wishes she did. If you can do this, DON'T PUT IT TO WASTE! FLAUNT IT! Ahem, sorry. Moving on.

Danny laughed a little and scratched the back of his neck. "I was? Oh, a…well, I…needed to see the board and you were right in front of me. I wasn't really looking at you, I was just…taking notes?"

Sam sighed. She could tell when Danny was lying from miles away, but she decided to let this one go. She smiled softly. "Okay." They walked together to Danny's locker. "Thanks again for saving me from Dash."

Danny's eyes glowed green, but he covered the action quickly. "It's okay." He said. He saw a clock on the wall and his eyes widened.

Sam looked at him confused. "What?"

Danny slapped himself on the forehead. "I have to go meet with Lancer. Apparently he's shocked I did well on the last Astrology test and he want to orally quiz me."

Sam laughed. "You should have no problem with that, Mr. Astronaut."

Danny grinned and looked at the clock again. "I really got to go." He kissed her quickly on the cheek before running off. Sam smiled and walked out of the school.

It was about two minutes before they both realized what Danny had actually done. When they did, their jaws dropped and their eyes widened. But, as the saying goes, "Great Minds think alike."

They both decided to pretend it never happened.

Maybe in this case it should be "Stupid minds".