My first fanfic...eek!
Disclaimer: self explanatory, I own none of these characters or this poem
(Italics are the poem and not the story…)
Well! Here ya go...
"and I thought he loved me, too."
A boy and a girl,
The best of friends.
From elementary to high school,
beginning to end.
Danny and Sam walked on the gray, dull streets of dull, gray Amity Park. The wind whistled loudly and Sam's hair kept wrapping around her neck. Her skirt blew in the wind, and there were tiny goose bumps on her arms.
She shivered and suddenly let go of the books she were carrying. Her first instinct was to bend down, but Danny was already picking her history book up. They grabbed her algebra book at the same time, looked up, and blushed.
Through all of the year,
their friendship grew.
They both felt the same,
but neither knew.
"Sorry, I think this is yours." Danny handed the book over to Sam.
Sam rolled her eyes. "Yes, Danny, that's my algebra book."
"Where did Tucker go off to?" Danny asked, trying to get past one of Sam and his many "blushy" moments.
"He had to go pack, remember? He's going to go on a cruise with his parents, this Friday."
"Well, it's only Monday, why does he have to pack so early?" Danny complained.
"Danny, do you know what Tucker we are talking about? By the time he finishes packing, it will be next Christmas."
"Oh, yeah." Danny chuckled.
Finally, the two of them had reached Sam's house. Well, actually, it was more like a mansion. When Sam reached the top of the marble staircase she yelled at Danny to call him when he got home. Then, she ran into her room, and jumped onto her soft bed.
She looked around her room. The bed was framed with intricate designs of a spider web, crawling up the bed-post. The walls were a deep purple, like the color of a plum left in the dark. The curtains were hanging down all torn up. Clothes were strewn about everywhere. Sam smiled one of her rare smiles. This was her home.
She lay back onto her pillows. Danny swam in her mind. When they both had picked up her algebra book, she had stared strait in two is electric blue eyes. They were like pools of mystery that one was powerless to fall in love with...WAIT! Danny was only a friend. He was her best friend. Wasn't he? Sam couldn't love him. It would ruin everything.
Yes. Danny was only a friend.
Each waking moment
since the day that the met.
They both loved each other
sunrise to sunset.
At Danny's house. Danny was also lying on his bed. He was thinking about Sam, but unlike her, he wasn't afraid to admit it. He had always loved her. Ever since they met in first grade, when she was still wearing the pink dresses her mother used to make her wear. He smiled at the memory. He was glad she wouldn't wear pink anymore. It didn't suit her.
He needed a way to make her admit her feeling to him. If he told her, then she would probably kick him so hard that his leg would fall off. Some how, some way, he had to make her admit that she loved him.
Slowly, Danny formed a plan that Sam couldn't resist.
At Sam's house, a slam in the door and her parents yells up against the echoing halls told Sam her parents were home. At first, Sam's parents were just displeased that she was a Goth and would never wear any pink, but when other wealthy families that were supposedly perfect noticed it, her parents saw Sam as a failure to the Manson residence, and became much more resentful of her. They blamed Sam for not getting into some country clubs, and why there business was not expanding, and they did not choose to hide their disappointment from Sam any longer. They liked to get even, and that was what Sam was terrified of the most.
He was all she had,
in her terrible life.
He was the one,
who kept her from the knife.
"Sam!" Screamed Mr. Manson. "Get your ass down here!"
Sam leapt up, and forgot about the argument she was having with herself. She tried to remember what she had done wrong, her grades had been perfect, and she hadn't started any protests in school for a while.
"Do you know what you've done?" Mr. Manson asked as Sam entered the dining room.
"No." Sam said truthfully, keeping her distance from her father.
"Well, you sure as hell should!" He screamed, his veins popping.
Sam just stared down. Normally, she would make a sarcastic remark, but her father held a half empty vodka glass that told her he wasn't to be messed with.
"I was going to buy another business today. Well, they wanted to have a background check on me, and you know what? They looked at my family history, and when they saw you they told me that there business wasn't for me." His voice was only a whisper. The rest of the world held its breath as Sam searched for something to say.
"They've probably done a background check on him, and have seen how many times mom's had to bail him out of jail for drinking and driving." Sam thought. She didn't know how to reply so she just stood there like a little kid who's been in trouble for getting dirty after both.
Sam's dad advanced on her until she was up against the wall. His and Sam's eyes met. She gave a look of pure sorrow, and misery that told him she would not cave into his will. He stared strait back looking at her with so much more hate than you should ever hate your child.
After her dad broke eye contact, his open hand made contact with her face. It was a sharp blow. It hit her square on the face. Her dad turned on his heel and motioned to leave the room. He grabbed a plate from the table and through it at Sam's direction. It hit the wall on left towards Sam. One of the pieces hit Sam in the stomach. Blood seeped onto the white carpet.
In a deathly quiet whisper Sam's dad said "You're cleaning that up." Sam tore her skirt and put it on the long scar, and went in the kitchen to find some cleaning detergent and some rags.
Danny got up early, excited about what he was going to do. He knew it was wrong, but he wanted Sam to look at him differently. Maybe it was selfish, but, hey, Danny is pretty dense.
He hopped in the shower and made sure every inch of his body was clean. He ruffled his hair, making it look untidy, which suited him. It wasn't like he just crawled out of bed, but it looked like he didn't care. Next, he slipped on his usual white shirt with the sarcastic remark in the middle. He didn't want to look like he was trying to impress anyone. The only thing different looking about him today was the fact that he slipped on khaki shorts instead of his regular baggy jeans.
Danny took one last look in the mirror. He thought he looked okay. A little nicer and cleaned up then usual, but other than that he looked the same. He gave one last glance in the mirror and went to pick up Sam so they could walk to school together. Tucker lived right across the street from school, so they usually met him there.
Sam woke up early. She didn't want to stay in her house much longer, especially with her father. She knew he would probably be asleep until noon, but she didn't want to take any chances.
She got in the shower, working around the long scar on her stomach and gently rubbing the red spot on her face where her father left his mark. She washed her hair with her lilac soap, and rubbed her body wash all over her body. When she stepped out of the shower she glanced at the mirror. He hair lie flat on her shoulders, and her amethyst eyes gazed back at her. She was very pretty except there was no hope in her eyes. Her parents had deprived her of that. Many people presumed it was because that all Goths had no hope and never had any laughter in their life. If only they knew how wrong they were.
She flung her backpack over her shoulder and tiptoed outside to wait for Danny, hoping that no one in the household heard her close the door.
Danny saw Sam waiting on her porch steps waiting for him. She was up early, too. She normally was rushing out the door so she and Danny could get to school on time. Lately, though, she was always waiting for him outside her house.
"Hey Sam," Danny said. She was so beautiful just sitting there. Her raven black hair glimmered in the morning black sun. It hung loosely over her pale shoulders. They curved making her body go into perfection. Her small stomach gave her all the right curves except...
"Sam? What happened to your stomach, there's a long cut on one side?" Danny pointed out. "And what happened to your cheek? How come it's all red?'
Sam's hand flew to her stomach. "Oh, uh, it's nothing..." She stammered "I just scraped myself against the counter." She giggled nervously. "I'm such a klutz" She pointed out.
"Then what happened to you cheek?" Danny asked suspiciously.
"Its, erm..."
Suddenly, there was loud noise announcing that the Box Ghost was there.He through his arms up and exclaimed "I am the Box Ghost! Fear me!"
"Ughh, not today. Hold on Sam. Start walking without me. I'll catch up top you when I'm done with this loser."
oo i know! kinda a cliffie but not rele. if u want more than lemme know!