Invisible to You
The Fenton home loomed over the dark haired young man, he took a deep breath. His parents would be angry, of course, Mr. Lancer told him they would be having a talk with him once he got home. Jazz would probably butt in while his parents tried to sort out the entire situation and come up with some psychological reason for the fight in the first place. The thought almost made him glad, Jazz butting in would give him enough time to get out of the room and lock himself in his own room for the rest of the day. All in all, this would be nothing compared to what Sam would possibly say about the matter.
"I might as well get it over with," Danny walked up the stairs to the front door. Before he could even touch the door it flew open to a man in an orange jumpsuit. Danny walked inside.
"What's this about a fight at school," his father asked and closed the door rather loudly.
"We got a call from school about you and Tucker fighting," his mother said from the living room and motioned for her son to join her on the couch. Danny dragged his feet in her direction.
"Its nothing," Danny finally said as he took a seat on the couch and reached for the candy bowl on the coffee table. Jack quickly grabbed the bowl and munched on some of the gummy candy.
"Danny this is serious. You and Tucker are best friends," Maddie looked at her son with concern.
"And best friends don't fight," Jack jumped into the conversation and took a seat on the other side of Danny, "Why, Vlady and I are best pals and we've never fought!"
"I'll take your word on that," Danny muttered.
"Well Danny I think you should apologize, maybe then you two can still be friends, right, Jack," his mother continued, trying to get Danny to say something, "Right Jack?"
"Mmmm chewy," Jack trailed off into the delicious chewy fruit flavored gummy treat until Maddie's stare finally brought him back to reality, "What? Yes, friendship is important! Listen to your mother, son."
"Yeah well you know what? Tucker and me aren't friends anymore so it doesn't matter anyway," Danny tried to keep his voice at the normal volume.
"What," Maddie was taken by surprise, "But you two have known each other--"
"Yeah I know, but I just can't be friends with a guy that wants to get me and Sam together, then get jealous of us and then says that he likes Sam pretty much behind my back," Danny couldn't help letting his voice level slowly get louder.
"You two fought over Sam," Jazz entered the room and looked at her brother.
"Yeah, I guess," Danny had waited for her to finally join in.
"That's such a stupid reason to stop being friends," his sister crossed her arms over her chest, "She's not something you know. She is a person. Why didn't you talk to her or both of them before all of this?"
"Oh I'm sorry, I'm not as smart as you or I would have thought of that," Danny's statement was drenched in sarcasm causing Jazz to get upset and his mother to jump in before it got any worse.
"Danny your sister is right. You shouldn't have fought over something like that. I want you to talk to Tucker and--"
"Apologize," Danny finished her sentence, "I know, I know. I'll do it tomorrow, I have detention with him anyway."
"Detention," his father jumped back into the conversation.
"Yeah... But just because I do that it doesn't mean it will fix anything. I already told him we're not friends and he agreed so yeah, I'm going to go... study or something," Danny stood up and dashed up the stairs before anyone could say anything more.
With the door that separated him from the rest of the house now closed, Danny threw his backpack to the corner shortly after taking his phone out. Maybe if he talked to Sam now he could fix any damage done. He recalled her being a bit distant once school ended and simply gave him a hug before heading home without him for the first time in a long while.
"She probably hates me," he concluded and sat down on his bed, staring at his phone, "What am I saying! Sam could never hate me! I've done worse things... right? This is nothing. All I have to do is just call her and tell her that I'm sorry about what happened and say that Tucker won't bother us anymore."
His confidence jumped up as he pressed in Sam's number and placed the phone to his ear. The dial tone started to buzz in his ear and his heart skipped a beat with it. It was only a matter of time before she picked up. The tone changed and a cool female voice indicated that the line was currently busy and to call back again. Danny took the phone away from his ear and looked at it, worried about what this meant.
"Who could she be talking to," he asked himself and tried to get through once again.
Sam paced her room and talked to the person on the other end of the phone line with concern and dismay. The events of the day had made her very worried and now with news of what transpired afterwards just made it worse.
"You two," she thought the words impossible, "Aren't friends anymore then...?"
"Yeah, but that's okay right? I still have you as a friend, right Sam," Tucker asked.
"Well...errr...," she tried to think of the right thing to do.
"...Its okay if you don't want to be friends anymore. I'll understand if Danny told you not to be friends with me anymore," his voice became full of disappointment. Sam took a moment to pause and was taken back by his comment about Danny telling her to do something like that.
"No, you know what Tucker? Even if you and Danny aren't friends anymore doesn't mean that we can't still be friends," she stopped her pacing, "I'll make him accept it if he likes it or not."
"I don't want to get in between you guys anymore," he tried to stop her from doing something potentially worse.
"Look, I love Danny and he loves me. I'm sure he'll understand this," she tried to reassure him.
"I doubt it. He's ten times more thick headed than before you two went...steady," the word seemed to come out coldly from him.
"I know you didn't want Danny to find out you liked me... I didn't want him to know really either but you were doing a bad job of hiding it and eventually he would put two and two together... even if it took him ten years or so," she took a breath, this was something she needed to get through to him about.
"You were going to tell him anyway," he asked her, disappointed.
"Well yeah, he is my boyfriend. Even if he wasn't he'd still be my guy friend and I'd still tell him anyway. We're friends. We shouldn't have to cover up things like that," she hoped that this was making sense to the boy.
"So we're still friends then."
"Yeah, that's all we'll ever be. I'm sorry, I know this was something you didn't want to hear but this is something that I had to say. We always hear things we don't want to hear, " she paused and recalled Danny telling her he wanted to simply be friends, "But I think... that in the long run it will work out."
"I guess so," he tried to keep himself from sounding too upset even though he was sure he failed at it, "I better get off the phone before my parents find out... I'm kinda banned from using any form of tech for the next few days because of that... fight. Bye, Sam."
"Bye," Sam took the cell away from her ear and looked at the missed calls to find out who had wasted their time trying to talk to her while the line was busy for the past five minutes. She stared at the number and called the number back.
Danny had buried his head under his pillow trying to figure out if Sam was attacked by someone or if she was just ignoring him... or if she was talking to Tucker. His pillow flew to the other side of the bed as his phone rang loudly. He quickly picked up the phone and answered the call.
"He-hello," Danny whispered into the phone worried that his family may have heard the phone go off.
"You rang," Sam said sarcasticly.
"Sam," his voice was now full of excitement, "I was worried that something happened to you! I was about to go look for you."
"Well I'm okay, Danny. You jump to conclusions too much," she rolled her eyes and turned her laptop on.
"With good reason."
"Like what? The box ghost kidnapping me," sarcasm was strong with this comment.
"Well no, but maybe Skulker or--"
"Danny being your friend or girlfriend hasn't changed the danger level at all. Its all the same," a sigh came from her, "I swear you've been acting... differently."
"Differently?"
"Yeah, seriously different. I think it started around--"
"What are you doing," a familiar voice boomed, Danny nearly jumped out of his bed.
"Uhh... excuse me," Danny asked timidly.
"This is what I'm talking about, you're acting so off," Sam continued.
"Wait! Did you hear that at all," he looked around his room for any sign of an intruder.
"Hear...?"
"Someone just said 'What are you doing'... pretty loud," he thought about how weird this made him sound.
"I didn't hear that. Are you sure you're okay," concern rising in her even more for Danny.
"Yeah, I just thought I heard something," he shook off the thought, "I've got a headache now, that's all."
"This might be serious, Danny. I think you should see someone," Sam found herself even more worried about the boy's condition.
"Really, I think its nothing. Its probably something that has to do with that fight today. I'll be better tomorrow," he knew she was worried and wanted to avert much more concern about it.
Sam thought of the fight that had happened hours before. This was another in a long list of things she had noted as 'off' for Danny and couldn't help her comment, "Yeah, I'm sure fighting with one of your former best friends would do that to someone."
A silence came over the conversation. Sam felt a bit of regret for saying what she did and swore her brain wanted to jump ship at that moment. Danny gave a laugh catching her off guard.
"I suppose so, but I'm not going to worry about it anymore. Why should I really, Samantha," his voice sounded cool and collected, giving Sam an even worse impression.
"Samantha? Since when did you decide to call me by that," Sam's suspicions started to rise higher.
"I called you Samantha," Danny asked, "When?"
"...Just now."
"...You know what... I think you're right... something probably is wrong with me. I don't know how that slipped out in the first place," his voice was back to normal.
"I'll let you get some rest then, maybe you'll feel better after that."
"Yeah, I hope so. Talk to you later," Danny said as he kicked his shoes off, planing on taking her advice.
"Bye," Sam heard the phone call end and placed her attention back on her laptop where her list of anomalies in Danny's behavior was listed in a text file. She quickly started adding the recent happening to the list and printed a copy out.
Hey guys! Hope you guys enjoyed it... maybe? I had a hard time writing this one... Thus why its... really dull and slow feeling... But I guess a slow chapter is needed from the mess made in the last one. Pulling back in the plot once again... maybe this will speed back up? Blah blah blah... yeah... I'm done. Have fun kids!
- ChibiChibi-chan