A/N: I'm starting to like this fan-fic. It makes me feel all warm inside! Well, I know I just barely posted the last chapter, but I couldn't help but write the next one!

Chapter Nine

Don't Let It Be Soon

"You're...you're serious," Danny said, looking at Sam directly in the eye. Sam nodded confidently.

"My parents are going to learn that they have you figured all wrong and everything!" Sam said, not quite noticing the nervousness in Danny's voice. She stood. "And if they've got anything to say afterwards, I'll be so mad, I'll-"

She stopped talking. She sensed an uneasiness in the room. She looked at Danny. He was still sitting down against the opened door, one knee brought up about five inches from his chest. His eyes were slightly clouded with some thought, his gaze only slightly downcast. She blinked. "Danny?" she asked.

"Sam, I don't think that would be a very good idea," Danny said, hand somehow finding it's way to his neck, him rubbing it subconsciously. Sam looked at him, perplexed. "I mean, I don't mind, but what if...what if your parents get the wrong idea?"

"What do you mean 'wrong idea'?" Sam asked, crossing her arms slightly. She thought her plan was full-proof, both types of fools at that. What could possibly go wrong? She took note of the redness of Danny's ears and the slight pink landing on his cheeks. She also took note of his nervous habit: rubbing the back of his neck. What was going through his mind? An image filled her head.

Don't get a big head, Sam! she ordered herself. You know Danny better than that! Right? Right! Right...

"It's your room, your house, well, your parents' house, but that's not the point," Sam said, nodding slightly. "If you don't want to do it, then fine." The words 'do it' sent Danny into a slight 'must clear throat nervously' fit. Sam's eyes widened at what she'd said. "No, not like that!" she exclaimed, slapping both hands over her mouth.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Danny exclaimed, hoping to not actually make her think he was 'that' type of guy. They stayed quiet for a while longer, Sam letting her hands fall back to her sides and onto her lap. They glanced at each other awkwardly, each thinking their own thoughts.

I hope he isn't seriously thinking what I think he's thinking, Sam thought.

I hate it when this happens. Totally awkward silence! Getting anxious over here, Danny thought, looking at Sam slightly. She had her gaze downcast, so she didn't know he was looking at her. His gaze fell from her slightly-unable-to-be-seen face to her shoulders. The shirt, like I've said before, was a little big, even for him, so her shoulders were slightly exposed. He bit his lip. No! Stop right there! he scolded and shut his eyes, trying to control the suddenly speeding rate of his heart.

Sam felt his stare, but dared not look up. She dared not look at him. But, of course, she knew she wouldn't be able to stop her eyes from wandering towards him. She looked up only slightly, catching sight of his face. His head was leaned back against the door, him looking as if he was trying to think straight. He was still wearing his pajamas. Plus, the first button was, well, unbuttoned. She couldn't stop her eyes from wandering. His eyes were closed, so there was nothing to fear, right? Right.

Her eyes fell to his neck. His currently exposed collarbones sent her blood into a boil. She looked back down. At this rate, mom will always hate him! she thought. She looked back up at him. Why must you look so adorable?

The silence progressed until Danny finally got his thoughts in check. Sighing slightly, he looked at Sam. Twenty minutes of silence was not good for your health. Especially if you're a teenage guy named Danny Fenton and a teenage girl named Samantha Manson. Danny cleared his throat, causing Sam to jump slightly. "So," he mumbled, tracing a small design on the floor next to him. He glanced up at her several times, only moving his eyes.

Sam shrugged. "So," she mumbled back. "Danny, so...uhm...what do you say then?"

The question caught Danny off-guard. "A-about what?" he asked, eyes shifting nervously.

Sam also cleared her throat quickly. "Well...uh...sharing your room, you know, you prove to my mom you're not some teenage perv?"

Perv, ha! If only I knew the exact meaning of that word, then I'd be able to tell you. But then again, I think I am one from what my stupid head's been making me think. Oh great, Sam's mom does have a reason to hate me! NO! Danny's thoughts kept rambling on and on. He looked back up at Sam. "I guess it's okay," he mumbled very quietly.

Sam nodded slightly. "You gonna tell your parents, or what?" she asked.

"You're right!" Danny said, suddenly jumping to his feet. "They don't even know you're here! Oh great, I can already see Jazz snickering."

Sam laughed slightly at his rambling. It was as if he was being more like a regular teenager every day that went by without ghosts. But then, thinking that through, he was just like a regular teenager, except, more fun to be around with. She smiled at the thoughts. He wasn't like your average teenager, he was better.

Danny caught sight of the small smile on her face and stopped blathering on about everything that Jazz is going to try to do to him before he complains she's embarrassing him. He blinked. Why was she smiling anyway?

Sam was oblivious to the fact he was watching her. At least until he finally spoke up. "So, you wanna come with to tell my parents?" he asked.

"Sure," Sam said. She was just about to take a step when he stopped her.

"Wait, don't you wanna change first?" he asked.

Sam looked down at herself and nodded. "Yeah, think you can fly me over to my house first? Then you can tell your parents."

"I like that plan," Danny said. "All the while you can tell all the personnel in your house that they won't have to take care of your every need." He added a slight sarcastic tone to his voice for the last remark.

"Ha, ha, you're hilarious, Sir Daniel," Sam said.

"Hey!" Danny said, scowling playfully at the sound of his full name. Sam laughed. She picked up her clothes from the night before and waited for Danny.

Danny had already gone ghost, and quickly walked over and swooped Sam off her feet. "Hey, beautiful, how are ya today?" he asked once he'd phased out the building. He didn't have a problem of saying that to Sam if he thought she thought he was just joking around.

"Why, well, actually, and how has your day been, Sir Daniel?" Sam said, adding her own ingredients to the soup.

"Bloody well," Danny said. They laughed. Danny was flying invisible for fear someone might see Sam with the 'ghost boy' and start making conclusions. The last thing he wanted was for Sam to be included in all the sudden mishaps with the Guys in White and Co. Besides, it was nice to fly with your best friend without having to care whether someone could see you or not since you're invisible. It felt...nice.

It felt good to be with Sam without Tucker being there too. Without having your thoughts totally changed by some ghost's hypnotic music. It felt nice to be holding Sam to close.

Sam, meanwhile, was having similar thoughts. She couldn't quite remember the last time she'd flown so easily with Danny. She couldn't remember the last time she felt this free and untroubled. Everything always seemed this way to her when she was flying with him. It felt nice to be with him without Tucker making some joke about them being 'almost together'. Besides, she was so close to him, she could hear his heartbeat. And, without letting him know so, it felt as if his heart was beating just for her and her alone. It sounded so soothing to her, as if the rhythmic beat would never stop. She hoped it would never stop. Not soon at least. Please don't let it be soon.

She looked up at Danny, him suddenly catching her glance and smiling at her. She smiled back thinly and looked beneath them at all the buildings, smile completely disappearing. Please, don't let it be soon.

E/N: This was so much fun to write! I hope you guys like it. Just wait until the next chapter! --evil laughter--

--Airamé Phantom