Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. But I will, just wait!
Sam woke up, startled that she was in Danny's bed. She looked around, and sighed in
relief when she saw Danny's makeshift bed at the foot of the bed.
She was alone, Danny had gone out to do some errands. Sam took advantage of this
moment, to snoop around, to see what makes Danny tick.
She had been looking around for quite some time, laughing at every bit of dirty laundry
she found. Some were in the closet, some in the drawer, some stuffed in the cracks in
the floor.
She opened one desk drawer and froze stiff. She had found what she had been afraid of.
She was hurt, but her curiosity overcame her. She took a look at each of the photos, more
tears rolling down every time she flipped to another one.
These were pictures of Danny and some other girls, with loving dedications on each of
them. That two-timing, lying scumbag of a jerk! Sam fumed. She threw the photos down,
grabbed her coat, and ran out the door.
When Danny came home, he was surprised to see his room in such a mess. Then, his eyes
landed on the photos scattered on his bed. Oh no, what've I done?