This is me using a song that I love as an excuse to rail on a stupid guy I USED to have a crush on. NOTE THAT I DO NOT HAVE A CRUSH ON HIM ANYMORE! IT IS NOT TRUE!

And I am in NO WAY mad at him.

The bold is the song lyrics, but imagine them just saying them.

Sam was walking down the street. She was visiting her parents for the first time, since… She put a hand to her head at the thought. No, she refused to think about it. It was painful. At least he wasn't there.

She grinned at the sun. She was free. None of their friends were around and she was anonymous, strolling around streets that had forgotten her. It was a wonderful feeling, knowing where she was going when nobody else knew. Except her parents of course. But they barely cared. They were just proud that this time, he wasn't with her.

Sam rubbed her arm slightly. She felt a ghost of his presence everywhere she went. She laughed at her own pun. A passing person gave her a worried look. She would sit in her bedroom and wait for his knock. When she realized what she was doing, she nearly slapped herself.

"Hey!"

I mean, it was his fault that they broke up in the first place…

"Sam! Hey, Sam!"

She stiffened immediately. No... This can't be happening…

"Sam! Hi! I didn't know you'd be here." The man stopped right behind her. She couldn't see him, but she knew who he was. It was impossible for her not to. She and her now ex-boyfriend had been together for around six years.

She turned around, trying to control the twitch in her eye. "Danny. Hi. What are you doing here?"

His eyes always made her melt. She ground her teeth together. She hated how he could still do that. And she hated how his hair still hung slightly in his eyes. And she hated how he could give her that crooked smile and all her accusations would disappear. And she hated how he looked even cuter than he did when they were actually together.

He smiled that loathed smile at her. "I was just here to update my ghost hunting equipment. My parents came up with a way to read ghost's minds."

"That's great." Sam said. She also hated how she was starting to relax in his company. I should win an Oscar. "Well, Sorry, but I have to go to this… thing… at… the place with… the people."

"C'mon Sam. Won't you get some coffee with me or something?" He pouted like he used to when they were little kids and he wanted her to do something.

Sam's eyelid twitched. She felt her resolve melting. Again. For him. "Fine." She said, smiling.

"Great! Let's go!" He grabbed her arm and dragged her down the street as excitedly and energetically as he did when they were kids.

Sam felt a smile pull at her face in spite of herself. No, he shouldn't be called he. He should be called it.

He threw a smile back at her. She grinned at him. Against her will. Of course.

The coffee shop was the same. Same counter. Same wallpaper. Same pictures. New teen labor.

The girl behind the counter who took their orders smiled at Danny and glared a Sam. Sam was about to tell her they weren't together, but she realized how stupid and paranoid that would sound. She glared right back and took her latte.

Sam strode across the shop. She plopped down in the armchair and stared out the window, longingly. Lucky people who didn't have to talk to their best-friend-turned-boyfriend-turned-ex.

"So Sam." Danny said, sitting across from her. She didn't' meet his eyes. If she did she would start acting weird. "What have you been up to?"

She felt her smile twitch. Apparently acting weird didn't take looking at him. "Getting my vet's license." She said shortly. She gulped the hot drink.

He gazed horrified. "How are you doing that?"

"Going to school." She said, still avoiding his gaze.

"No, how are you drinking that that fast?" He grabbed her chin and forced her to meet his eyes. He had forgotten how beautiful her eyes were. Clear and expressive. She had gained a bit of weight. It looked good on her. She no longer had the nearly anorexic looking frame.

She jerked her face out of his hand. "Practice." She mumbled, looking into her mug.

Danny flinched inwardly. He could tell she was avoiding him. She wanted to leave the shambles of their relationship and forget, like she usually did. She was so uptight all the time. She was always trying to cover her own mistakes. He sighed slightly. He loved her so much. He loved her for her faults. But now they where holding her back.

"Remember the last time we went on a date?" He said. Her face softened slightly. He continued on eagerly. "The really fancy place I took you to?"

Sam blushed and stirred her drink.

Danny smiled and said, "We met at nine…"

Sam glared playfully. "We met at eight."

Danny persisted. "I was on time."

Sam pushed her drink slightly away from her and rested her chin on her folded arms. She protested, "No, you were late."

Danny chuckled slightly. "Ah yes! I remember it well."

Sam smiled at him. It was the first smile he had seen on her face that day that wasn't forced or twitching. He continued happily, "We dined with friends."

Sam wrinkled her nose and shook her head. "We dined alone."

Danny leaned back in his chair and challenged Sam with his eyes. "A tenor sang."

Sam glared at him and blew a lock of hair out of her eyes. It fell directly back in place. She said crossly, "A baritone."

Danny smiled softly and leaned toward Sam. He tucked the hair behind her ear. "Ah yes! I remember it well." Sam brushed his hand away. Danny tried to make her smile again. "That dazzling April moon!"

Sam raised an eyebrow at him and crossed her arms over her chest. She said pertly, "There was none that night, and the month was June."

Danny nodded, looking thoughtful. "That's right! That's right!"

Danny grinned at Sam in that way that she hated. Well, she loved it. But she hated herself for loving it. And he was being so cute…She acted up the situation. She got a very serious look on her face and patted Danny's hand. "It warms my heart to know that you remember still the way you do."

Danny grabbed her hand with his other. She tried to pull out of his grip but he wouldn't le go. His eyes caught her and held hem there. He whispered, "Ah yes! I remember it well."He chuckled slightly and said in a superior tone: "How often I've thought of that Friday-."

Sam corrected him immediately. "Monday."

Danny grinned at her in a caught-you way before continuing. "-night, when we had our last rendezvous. And somehow I've foolishly wondered if you might by some chance be thinking of it too?"

Sam blushed and ran her free hand through her hair. It shone slightly in the light. But t also covered her now very pink face.

Danny smiled at her encouragingly, "That carriage ride."

Sam corrected him again. "You walked me home."

"You lost a glove."

"I lost a comb."

Danny smiled at the way Sam answered. She hadn't forgotten a detail, just like him. "Ah yes! I remember it well."

Sam managed to slip her hand away and wrap it around her cup. Danny mourned the loss but continued his defrosting. "That brilliant sky."

Sam didn't look at him this time. She just mumbled around her cold coffee. "We had some rain."

Danny said in earnest, "Those Russian songs."

Sam looked indignant at this. "From sunny Spain."

Danny searched her face, while saying, "Ah yes! I remember it well."He took a deep breath and said with a smile on his face, "You wore a gown of gold."

Sam laughed and said sarcastically, "No, I was all in blue."

Danny touched his fingers to his head, "Am I getting old?"

Sam smiled and stroked the side of his face. He resisted groaning from the soft touch. She whispered, "Oh no! Not you! How strong you were, how young and gay; A prince of love in every way."

She blushed at her own words and lifted her hand away from his face. He pressed his cheek against the retreating hand. "Ah yes! I remember it well."

They sat like that for a moment, just looking at each other in a love-struck way.

The girl from behind the counter cleared her throat next to them.

Sam removed her hand quickly and stood up. "I really should be going." She babbled. "My mom is waiting for me and I'm just really busy with-..." He won't see me cry. I refuse to let him see me cry. She dashed out of the shop, tears leaking from beneath her eyelids.

"Sam!" Danny yelled from somewhere behind her. Sam just started walking faster. She was in the middle of the park. It was only half a mile to her house. She couldn't take it. "Sam, wait up!" He grabbed her shoulder, pulling her to a halt.

Tears were streaming down her face now, but she refused to let it affect her voice. She whipped around to meet him. "Why did you come back now! I just got over you! You were gone and now here you are again, toying with me!"

Danny pulled her in for a hug. Sam tried to resist, but there was nothing she could do against him. She just let go and cried.

Danny picked her up, bridal style and carried her over to a bench. He set her down there and kneeled in front of her. "Sam, what went wrong?" Danny asked.

Sam swiped at the tears on her cheeks. "I grew up from my young stubborn self to my slightly more mature stubborn self, Danny. You stayed the same shallow fourteen-year-old." She couldn't keep the wobble out of her voice. Sam bit her lip and examined the trees.

Danny didn't allow it. He grabbed her chin and made her look at him. "Sam, I'm not shallow anymore. Please see that."

Sam smiled slightly. "Danny, you broke my heart completely. Why do you want me back now? Dating Molly, or whatever her name is got old?"

Danny flinched. "No, Sam. I love you. It just took me a while to see that." He drew a velvet-covered box from his pocket. "Sam, would you-?"

She stopped him before he could go any further. She put a hand over the closed box, as if to keep it shut. "Danny, let me get used to you again. I want to mean it if I say yes to what you were going to ask and I need to know you again for that to happen." She searched his face desperately.

Several emotions crossed Danny's face. He looked happy, lonely, sad, betrayed, happy again and then desperate.

She smiled at him and ran a finger along his jawbone. "If that's your way of asking me out, I'm free this Saturday evening."

Danny smiled. "Okay then." He stood up and offered his hand to Sam.

She stood up ignoring the hand and walked down the path.

Danny groaned. "Sam! You've wounded me!"

Sam giggled. "Again? It's a wonder you aren't dead." She kept walking

Danny grinned, his eyes flashing green. "Why you little-."

Sam screamed excitedly and started running, Danny in hot pursuit.

Ah, yes…. I remember it well.

Know it. Love it.