A/N: I, personally, believe this is the best chapter yet, but whatever. Anyway, I finally up-dated my other story in case you wanna check it out. Like I said before, it's pretty complicated so I got to check over what I'm putting as their dialogue. Anyway, here's the eighth chapter!

Chapter Eight

Sleep-Over at Fenton's!

Sam looked at him for a second, hesitating. "I think I should call my parents first, though," she said, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. Danny nodded, standing up.

"I'll go get the phone," he said, stepping out the room. Sam noted something strange about him this morning. He seemed a little jumpy, apprehensive, and just a bit insecure. She wondered what was wrong. Sighing, she stood, stumbling for a few steps from not having been on her feet for a while.

She walked over to Danny's computer, taking the chair with her and sitting down. She knew she had to contact her parents, but she also wondered where the heck they were. They were supposed to have picked her up, so where were they?

FLASH BACK:

Sam and her parents were sitting at the breakfast table, Sam's parents were deep in conversation while Sam watched. "So, Danny, Tucker and I want to go to the amusement park today," Sam said, trying to catch her parents attention.

"That's nice, dear," her mom said, waving off anything else Sam would say. Sam frowned.

"Right after school," she added. Her mom only nodded. "I need you to pick me up at 8:30, will you?"

"Yes, yes, they will," her mom had said. Sam frowned slightly again, but continued eating her breakfast.

"Okay, just make sure you don't forget," Sam had told her mother, but was once again waved off. Sighing, Sam had finished her breakfast of cereal and had walked out the kitchen to get to school.

END FLASHBACK

Only now did Sam catch that small detail in her mother's statement. She had said 'they' would pick her up. Who was 'they'? The butler? Some person they hired? That explained a lot. They must have been so into their conversation, they hadn't noticed Sam wanted them to pick her up. She just now noticed what their conversation was about. It was about some business trip they'd been planning. Wait a second. The planned date was yesterday. Sam gasped slightly. She'd forgotten all about it! Her parents weren't home because they were on the business trip. They hadn't told anyone to pick her up because they had forgotten and weren't exactly paying attention because of the importance of their conversation that morning. It all made sense.

"Back," Danny said, entering the room again. Sam looked up suddenly.

"Danny, my parents aren't going to be home," she said, standing. Danny walked over to her, leaning against the desk slightly, phone in hand.

"Why?" he asked then.

"The business trip," Sam said. Seeing the confused look on Danny's face made her continue. "They had been planning a business trip since last month on yesterday's date. That's why they weren't home and that's why they forgot all about telling someone to pick me up. The trip was so important, they forgot."

Danny crossed his arms, letting the words sink in. "Oh," he mumbled. "That explains a lot. But then, who were you supposed to stay with while they're gone?"

Sam shrugged. "The butlers, maids, and so on," she said, counting people off with her fingers.

"Think your parents would ever let you stay..." Danny cleared his throat to continue. "Uhm...with...with someone else?"

Sam looked at him, trying to read the slightly embarrassed expression on his face. He was still leaning slightly against the desk, looking at her. "What do you mean 'someone else'?" she replied.

"Well, I mean, since you are here already, I thought..." Danny's voice trailed off. "Uhm...just forget it, you probably don't-"

"It's cool, Danny," she said quietly. "I could always tell my parents where I am, I mean, the last thing I want is to spend the whole day playing checkers with the butler."

Danny smiled at that. Sam smiled too. "So, I guess you are going to call them?" Danny asked then, handing the phone to Sam. Sam took it in her hand and nodded.

"Better to get it over with now," she said. "You'll probably want to wait outside if they do answer. My mom is going to have an argument if I even mention your name." Danny nodded and stepped out the room while Sam punched in the numbers to her mother's cell phone.

Danny closed the door behind him, leaning against it and sliding down until he was sitting on the floor. "Sleep over at Fenton's," he mumbled to himself, laughing slightly at how gay it sounded when a guy said it. His laugh was cut short at the soft sound of Sam's voice coming from inside the room. He pressed his ear to the door, listening intently to as much as he could hear.

"Hello? Mom? It's me, Sam," he heard her say. "No, I haven't gotten any of your messages." There was a pause. "How many?" Another pause. "Yes, I do have my cell phone with me." Pause. "Okay." There was a pause that was followed by the sound of footsteps from Sam walking around, searching for her cell phone. "Yeah, wait up." There were a few more footsteps. "I think I must have forgotten it somewhere. Don't worry, I'll find it though." Pause. "Talking about that, mom, think maybe I can sleep over at a friend's house for the while you'll be gone?" There was very short pause followed by, "Danny's."

Danny could practically hear Sam wincing at whatever her mom had said to that. He winced himself and expected Sam to explode at whatever her mom was saying.

"No." He heard, the voice sounding very composed. He pressed his ear to the door even more, trying to listen since Sam's voice seemed to get a bit softer. "No." He heard again. "Mom, he's not like that!" He could only imagine what Sam's mom had said to deserve that out-burst. "He-" Sam was cut short, probably by her mother. "I'm trying to-" Another pause. He heard the sound of his computer chair being slightly knocked against his computer desk.

"Mom, stop jumping to conclusions!" He heard Sam exclaim, her voice seemingly strained against her anger. "I'm fourteen, I can take care of myself!" Pause. "Ew, no! I don't need to hear about that!" Sam was sounding more and more stressed, Danny could tell. He heard an exasperated sigh and the soft sound of Sam beating on his computer desk with her knuckles. "I just wanted to ask if it was okay with you." Pause. "Yes, I promise." Pause. "Okay, bye."

By this time, Danny was almost sure about what Sam's mom had said. He was sure he knew exactly what that talk was about. By the end of the talk, his cheeks were slightly pink with slight embarrassment towards his thoughts. No, dirty thoughts, dirty thoughts! he scolded himself. Stop thinking!

He actually did stop thinking. I guess you could say he was 'knocked' back into reality. Sam had opened the door. And since the door opened by pulling it from the inside, Danny fell splat into the room, the first thing in sight being Sam's feet when he opened his eyes. He dared not look up for fear of... UH OH! He looked up! Might I remind you that all Sam's wearing is basically underclothes and the over-sized T-shirt Danny had given her. He quickly scurried backwards, backing up against the opened door, seeing as Sam was too shocked to even move. She shook her head, walking backwards into the room and sitting on Danny's bed. "Oh no, please, please, please, please, please tell me you did not hear any of that!" she exclaimed, looking at the solemn figure sitting on his legs against the opened door.

At the sight of slight guilt in his face, Sam shook her head again. "I am so gonna kill her when she gets home," she mumbled to herself. At the sight of the blush on Sam's cheeks and the seemingly redness of her ears, Danny knew his hunch on the topic of Sam's mother's talk was correct.

"Uhm...if it makes you feel any better, or rather your mom feel better, you could always stay in the guest room, or just sleep in here and I'll-" Danny started.

"No," Sam interrupted sternly. "Just because my mom said that, I'm gonna make her believe you're not that kind of guy."

"What kind of guy, exactly?" Danny asked. Sam's expression went totally blank at the question. Danny saw her fiddle with the hem of the shirt she was wearing. Seeing her nervousness at the question, he quickly said, "You don't have to answer that, but what do you propose we do?"

The word 'propose' set Sam slightly over the edge. She began to stutter. "W-well, I was th-thinking maybe, I-I don't know, sleeping in th-the same r-room," she said.

Danny froze.

E/N: I must admit, I love this chapter! Just wait 'til the next one. Awkward moments everywhere unless I decide against that and end up putting the awkward stuff in the chapter after the next one after this one.

--Airamé Phantom