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EDITED 10/06/11

Chapter Two
Can't We Just Make Up and Live?

After one hour and a half of awkward silence and short, always-ending conversations, Tucker finally came back. He looked sick, a little green, but other than that, his expression upon finding the teens exactly as he had left them was one of "should've known".

Danny looked up at the boy. the sun had begun to go down so Tucker's shadow had alerted Danny of his coming. He smiled. "Rough time, Tuck?" The answer was obvious looking at the expression on his face. Danny grinned.

"You have no idea," Tucker mumbled, sitting down in the chair he had left behind. He let himself sink in, a hand on his stomach, but nothing he did could make the world stop spinning.

"You puked?" Sam asked, looking at him. Tucker nodded feebly. "Then you probably shouldn't have gone on that roller coaster right after eating, huh?" Tucker rolled his eyes and looked at them before waving away her comment. There was a little smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, but she didn't let it show. It was a huge relief to have him back, that way she and Danny didn't have to pretend to make small talk.

"I was gone for more than an hour, what'd you guys do while you waited?" he asked, hoping to change the subject. His words were a little slurred. He had put his head down, cradling it in his arms, so he also sounded muffled.

Danny shrugged. He had tried his very best to make Sam tell him what was wrong, but no matter what he did, she always skirted right around the subject, talking circles around him. Now she barely even looked at him. "Just...talked," he mumbled.

tucker rose his eyebrows. Talking? Really? didn't look like they had made much progress though. Like Danny, Tucker had also noticed that Sam had been extraordinarily quiet, but unlike Danny, Tucker knew why. "Really now," Tucker said, color coming back to his face. He looked a little better. That was probably because a few jokes meant to make either of his friends blush had come to mind. "And what exactly did you guys talk about?"

"Nothing," both teens spat out, wondering about the suspicious/playful I-know-what-you're-thinking tone in Tucker's voice. Somehow, whenever he looked and sounded like that, it never fared well for either of them.

Tucker leaned back in his seat again, crossing his arms over his chest. "Wow, you guys just talked in sync," Tucker noted. Sam rolled her eyes and looked at her smoothie, grimacing. Tucker wiggled an eyebrow at Danny.

"Where are you going with that, Tucker?" Sam questioned, still scowling at her smoothie. She wasn't in the mood for this. Say anything, just don't mention her and Danny in the same sentence. It wouldn't make things any better.

"Well, you guys don't usually talk in sync unless you're being called lovebirds, or something else that totally embarrasses you both," Tucker explained. He knew what she must be thinking, after all, they'd been best friends forever. She was probably thinking that he was butting in, judging from her tone, but he didn't care. He knew what he was doing.

Both teens gaped at him, even Sam, and turned a, in Tucker's words, beautiful and satisfying shade of pink. He laughed. "Tucker, can I talk to you for a second?" Danny said quickly, annoyed and just a bit mad at his friend. He glanced quickly at Sam, then stood.

"Sure, buddy," Tucker mumbled, standing as well. He was still smiling. Both teens walked away from the table and outside the eating area, a few yards away and just out of ear-shot. Sam watched them walk away.

"Tucker," Danny started sternly, pulling Tucker away from the food court they had left Sam at. "Why do you always have to do that?"

"Do what?"

"That!" Danny insisted. Tucker looked at him blankly, whether he was pretending or not wasn't really up for debate. He was really confused. Sure, sometimes he took it just a tad bit too far, but never enough for Danny to get so upset about it. Danny sighed and looked off towards Sam, a cause for Tucker to give his friend a worried glance.

"This isn't about that joke thing I pulled, is it?" he said then, thoughtful. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against one of the many light posts in the park.

"Is it obvious?" Danny asked, putting on a weak smile. Tucker gave him this look that said: Yes, yes it is. Danny sighed. Tucker could tell the guy was aggravated. He was supposed to be a teen super hero, a life-saver, and yet his own friend was keeping a secret from him. Well, it wasn't really a secret, seeing as it sometimes it seemed as if Danny was the only one that didn't know, but still. "Sam hasn't been herself lately. I have a feeling something's wrong, but she won't tell me anything about it."

"You asked?" Tucker said. Danny nodded, looking back at him. "So what do you want me to do?"

"Talk to her," Danny said, almost pleaded. "I put up an act back there so she would think I'm talking to you about something else, but, Tuck, I'm really worried."

tucker shook his head, a little exasperated. "Danny, I'm sure it's nothing, I mean, if it's serious then she would have already told you," her murmured. Danny's shoulders slumped. That just wasn't good enough for him. It sucked not knowing what was going through her mind, she was so important to him. Tucker sighed. "Fine, I'll talk to her, but don't say I didn't tell you so."

Almost immediately his face lit up. "Thanks, man," Danny said.

"No problem," Tucker mumbled, a little reluctant. They began to walk back towards Sam, each taking their seat and trying to make it seem they'd been arguing or something. Danny had the most trouble; nothing could wipe the grin off his face.

"What was that all about?" Sam asked, glancing from teen to teen, suspicious.

"Taught Tucker a lesson," Danny said, motioning towards himself with his thumb. Tucker looked at him. He must be really worried to try that hard - and achieve - to show he was not worried about anything. He played along.

"As if," Tucker said, matching Danny's confident mood.

"You better believe it!" Danny said back, laughing now. Sam sighed, shaking her head as the two continued shooting back at one another. this little display was earning a couple of weird looks from both the people passing by and those sitting at the tables around them.

"You're just sad because Sam's not on your side, right, Sam?" Danny asked, looking at her. Tucker knew what he was doing. He was trying to bring Sam into the conversation. He had to give him some props; Sam wasn't even interested in sitting there anymore, let alone join in.

"Wrong! 'Cause she's on my side, right, Sam?" Tucker said. he threw an arm around the girl. she tried to shove him off, but Tucker held on tightly. There was something more up his sleeve...

"Back off, she's on my side!" Danny said, standing.

"Take your own advice!" Tucker said. Both stood now, pretending to be currently annoyed by each other. Sam looked from boy to boy, trying to figure out what in the world had gotten into them. This didn't seem to be helping very much. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed one of the bus boys walking into the room behind the counter. She gulped and turned back to her friends.

"She's not responding to you, Danny, which means she's on my side," Tucker said, pointing.

"You're the one who's wrong, Foley, 'cause she's not responding to you," Danny said back. Then, they suddenly turned to her with looks that visibly sent a jolt through her body, her breath catching in her throat.

"Tell him you're on my side, Sam," Tucker said, refusing to even look at Danny.

"Tell him he's way over his head, Sam, 'cause you're on my side," Danny said, refusing to look at Tucker.

I wish I could just sink into the ground! Sam gave them a sheepish grin and brought both hands up in front of her. It felt as if the whole park was getting smaller and smaller, threatening to squeeze her guts out. "Guys, can't we just make-up and, oh, I don't know, live?" Sam asked. Danny and Tucker looked at her incredulously.

"You're not seriously saying you're neutral?" Tucker said dramatically, pretending to be shocked. He turned away, hurt. Danny laughed.

"Dude, she just turned you down!" he said.

Tucker whipped his head around and brought both hands up to his chest. "Turned me down?" Tucker asked. Danny nodded. "I think your eyes are fooling you because she turned you down!"

The part 'turned you down' made Sam blush, a heat wave entering her body and almost making her sweat. This was going too far. Neither boy took notice.

"Wrong again, Foley," Danny said, sitting down and putting an arm around Sam's shoulders, pulling her closer to him. He looked at her. "Right, Sam? You wouldn't abandon me, would ya?" Sam's blush grew brighter. Her body was stiff and she dared not even look up, instead trying to focus on the whispers from the people around them that seemed to be getting louder. Not to mention the warmth from his body was making the heat of her own body more unbearable. "Sam?" Danny asked, looking at her. He frowned, confused. "Earth to Sam!"

Sam snapped out of it, and she turned quickly towards the voice. Unfortunately for her, Danny was much too close and their faces nearly collided! Good thing that was a nearly. Time stopped for that split second their noses touched. She blinked, eyes wide. Danny's own eyes had widened as he stared at her, at a complete loss at what was happening. Neither of them even dared to breathe.

A second later, both came to, and Danny fell backwards. Too close! Sam nearly fell back too, but caught herself, throwing an arm out and catching the table before her seat tipped over and clanked onto the floor. Danny sat up, rubbing the back of his head. "That hurt," he mumbled, wincing.

"Oh my gosh, Danny! I'm so sorry!" Sam exclaimed, slipping her feet beneath her and helping him up.

"No, no, it was totally my fault," Danny said, standing up. Tucker was sitting back in his chair, laughing his face off at the color of their faces. Oh how he wished he could have had his PDA out...

"Dude! You guys should have seen the looks on your faces!" he exclaimed. Both teens smiled sheepishly at each other.