Aghhhh. I can't believe it took me a whole year to write this. I'm not loyal to FanFiction! (Sob) Ahem. Enough of that. I hope you guys enjoy this as much as you have been, and forgive my lack of updates! You guys were awesome with a capital "A".
Memories: The Last Part:-(
Before Danny turned the next page, he heard foots dashing up the stairs, almost as if someone was in the house, but there wasn't anyone but Danny and Tucker. As if a lighting bolt hit Danny's room, Sam rushed back in it, as if she'd never left.
"Danny!" She yelled, "Danny…I'm sorry…about everything…about not wanting to take our relationship to the next level…about…well…everything." She sighed, and sat down on Danny's bed, hugging Danny to an early grave.
Danny looked bewildered, but he blushed, hugging Sam back.
"Danny…I really, REALLY do love you…and you have no clue how much you mean to me." She said, with warm drops of tears rolling down her blushed cheeks.
Tucker rolled his eyes as she went on.
"Danny…I need you in my life, and…well….I want you to be my boyfriend again…" She smiled. Danny followed suit.
And at that moment, there was a small moment of bliss, as they looked into each other's eyes. He started to stroke Samantha's cheek, as she leaned in to kiss him passionately.
"Ahem!" Tucker interrupted loudly.
Samantha gave him an evil glare, and motioned him out of the room, whilst saying, "LEAVE!" And threw a stuffed animal at him as he left and closed the door.
Danny laughed at Sam, and looked back down at the scrapbook.
"What's so funny?" Sam asked, looking at Danny suspiciously.
"Do you remember," Danny began. "When you 'went out' with Dash?" Danny burst out in fits of laughter.
"Ugh, Danny, that WASN'T funny!" Sam said miserably.
"And I had to come in to save the day…" Danny began.
Flashback
"Hey! Sam, can I…can I talk to you?" Dash came up to Sam, as she looked at him in pure disgust.
"What? Are you here to tell me how badly I suck at trying to be popular? Well, I don't want to hear it, and neither do Danny nor Tucker. Right, guys?" Sam turned to look over her shoulder, expecting to hear Danny say "Yeah!" But he wasn't there. Neither was Tucker. They were over on the other side of the blacktop, swooning and telling Paulina how good she looked.
Samantha sighed. "Well, I don't want to hear it and that's all that matters." Sam looked up at Dash's sky-blue eyes, and melted, ashamed of herself for liking him ever since she and Danny broke up.
Without another word, Dash walked away, looking saddened.
"I wonder what he wanted…if he really wanted to try to upset me, he would have brought Kwan over, too…" Sam trailed off as she walked to her locker, satisfied with the fact that she was finally going home after a long day.
She opened her locker with great force, also angry at the fact that she still didn't know what Dash wanted. There in her opened locker, she found a note in handwriting that looked like…neatly written cursive. It read:
Sam,
You don't know who I am, but I definitely know you. I'm not your stalker or anything! It's just…I've seen you around school, and, well…I find you…amazingly attractive. So tonight, if you wish to know who is writing this to you, call me, okay? I just might want to go out with you…
-Admirer
And underneath the letter's conclusion left the mysterious person's number.
Sam gasped quietly at the fact that someone wanted to go out with her. What if it was Danny?
"It's not Danny." Sam thought. "He never wrote in cursive."
Sam sighed, desperately wanting to know who was writing her this letter.
"Who could possibly like me…well, besides Danny…"
As Samantha walked home, she met up with Danny across the street from where she was slowly walking. She looked at him, half-angered and confused.
"Did you write this?" She said, her voice a bit raised, still not knowing if she was sure if he wrote the letter or not.
Daniel Fenton looked at the half-angered Samantha Manson with a face full of confusion.
"What are you talking about? Did I write what? I don't even know what you're talking about!" He exclaimed.
"Read it." Sam said sternly, as she handed Danny the cursive-written letter.
Danny read it, changing his expressions from confusion, to anger, then to worry.
"Okay, Sam, first of all, I do not write in cursive. Second of all, who the hell IS this? THIRD of all, that is totally NOT my number, and you know that perfectly well," He said.
Sam shook her head. "Oh course that's not your number…I should've seen that before. And if I knew who this was, Danny, then I wouldn't have asked you if you wrote it, dim-wit." Sam laughed, almost relived that Danny didn't write it. Sam continued, without a response from Danny. "Danny, I have to go call whoever this is…so…I'll catch up with you later." And with that being said, Danny was left, still somewhat confused as Sam walked away, waving at Danny.
As Samantha reached her home, and into her room, she plopped herself onto her bedspread, and picked up her phone that lie on her bedside table. With a breath of nervousness, she dialed the number that was neatly written on the college-ruled paper that lie in her hand.
After only one ring, the person on the other line picked up.
"Hello…?" Said a nervous, yet very familiar voice. Then it hit Sam.
It was Dash.
Sam shook her head as if he could see her. "Dash? YOU wrote the letter that was in my locker?" Sam asked, puzzled.
Dash scoffed, as if he weren't nervous out of his mind. "Yeah, so?" He said.
Sam couldn't help but laugh. "YOU and ME?" She burst out. "Can you imagine how weird that would look?" She half-yelled.
He laughed unsurely with her. "Yeah...that would be weird-lookin', huh?" He said, smirking.
There was an awkward pause after the laughing died down.
"Soooo…." Said Sam hesitantly.
"Yeahh. So…will you go out with me, then?" He asked. Sam could vaguely hear that Dash was almost frightened by what her response would be.
"Umm…yeah. Sure." Sam replied quiet doubtfully. Dash let out a broad smile as Sam let out a fake one. "Shall we go to the park, then?" She asked.
Dash continued to smile. "Sure, whatever." He responded as he took her arm into his.
"So much for not wanting to be seen with him in public." Sam thought to herself.
As they walked and grew nearer to the park, Sam heard a dreaded voice that she didn't think she'd hear for the rest of the day.
"Sam?" called Danny quizzically toward her direction. "DASH?" Danny raised his eyebrows.
Sam tried to look nonchalant, but failed miserably. "Yes?" She said, also failing to sound calm.
Danny let out a laugh though, it sounded like a cry of pain. "You? AND DASH? Is this a joke?" Danny asked.
Dash finally spoke up, "NO. It's NOT a joke. Sam and I love each other. Isn't that right, Sammy-kins?"
Sam's eyes widened at this statement. "Whoa. Wait a minute. Hold on. Who the hell said anything about love? And my name's not…'Sammy-kins', either!'"
Sam shook her head, looked at the ground, and let out a sigh, that almost sounded like a laugh. She was half-smiling, as if this were funny. (A/N: Well…it is. XD) "I'm sorry, Dash. This…isn't gonna work if you're gonna be…the way you are." She said quietly.
Dash's face fell. "But Sammy-kins! I thought you liked me!" He said.
"Her name's not 'Sammy-kins!" Danny bellowed.
"Who says!" Dash said threateningly. He started to ball up his fist at his sides.
Sam took his balled up fist gently. "I said." Sam's eyes began to cut through Dash. She dropped the glare, and looked at him with gentle violet eyes. "Dash…if you really…ahem…"love" me, then you wouldn't hurt my best friend, now would you?" She said.
Dash scoffed. "Yeah, I would. Hello! Do you even KNOW what today is!" Dash yelled. Sam looked at a nearby store window. "Damn it." She thought. She looked back at the ground. "Happy April Fool's day to me, then, huh?" Sam looked at Danny. He half-smiled. "Happy April Fool's day." He said.
"Ha! I knew I'd get a bit of your feelings toward me out to the pubic. The whole school will know that you like me. Get ready for a day of humiliation."
Sam merely laughed at this statement. "LIKED, you mean? Yeah. I can stand the humiliation. I'm pretty much used to it, hanging out with Danny here." Daniel blushed at this.
"Whatever. Fenton, be prepared for a double dose of pain tomorrow. It's all your girlfriend's fault." Dash said, and at this, he merely walked away.
"Well." Danny said. Sam laughed. "That went well." He smirked at her, and said again, "Happy April Fool's day."
End of flashbackSam laughed after hearing this story. "You didn't…exactly come to my rescue, but whatever."
Danny smiled. "Yeah, and you didn't come to MY rescue when Dash gave me his 'double dose of pain' the day after, either." He punched Sam's shoulder playfully.
"Yeah, well…there are times when you deserve it most." Samantha finished as she closed the book of memories that would bring back happy times and sad times.
Yeah. Um. The end. XD
A/N: (Sobs uncontrollably) IT'S ALL OVER! I hope you guys liked it. It was fun to write. (When I actually DID write something. Rofl.) I have so many things to say! (That will take up another page of Microsoft Word. But we won't get to all of that.) So review! Like always! Love you all!
-Casey
