First of all, I'm REALLY, REALLY, REALLY sorry for not updating sooner. I'm updating twice like I did last time, and the chapter preview from the last chapter will not be in this chapter, but the next one.

Reviews:

horseluvr101: I kind of focused on Sam's mom being pregnant, but not totally.

passing4insane: Yeah, the amnesia thing surprised me too, and I'm the writer!

Fantomgirl 1 on 1: I think we talked before, yeah we probably did. Thanks for reviewing my story. Thanks for reviewing.

Raven of the Night676: Uh…I've never had amnesia or been around anyone who's had amnesia, so I struggled through the last couple of chapters. Yes, Danny is overprotective.

Save Danny69: Thank you for reviewing. Sam and Danny sitting in a tree K- I- something-something-something-something-G!

These chapters seem kind of rushed, but hopefully they're good. I think this story is starting to lose the comedy, and is leaning more toward romance, but that's just my opinion.

Enjoy peoplez…


Disclaimer: I don't own Avril Lavigne's song Nobody's Home.

I do not own Sam, Vlad, Danni, or any of the other characters in my favorite show. Butch Hartman owns Danny Phantom, which will be canceled around February 2007.


Disaster In Drama Class

Chapter Seven: Practice Makes Permanent; Part One

"I might be slow, but that doesn't mean I can't think."


Two weeks later.

Danny's POV

"Come on Danny we promised Kensie that we would meet her at the park today." Sam told me as she tried to pull me out of my sleeping bag.

Sam had already changed into a black jean skirt, purple stockings, combat boots, and a purple T-shirt.

I pulled the pillow over my head.

"Kensie is your friend, not mine." I explained to her and she laughed. I had no idea that she was laughing out of irony, but hey, what do guys know? But I did know that Kensie and Sam had been inseparable ever since that one day…

Getting jealous are we?

No way, why would I be jealous of Kensie hanging out with Sam all the time?

Kensie is Sam's best friend now.

Sam continued to pull my arms, in an attempt to drag me out of my sleeping bag, and I sunk back into it.

"Fine Danny, I'll let you get up by yourself, but when I come back in twenty minutes I expect to see you fully dressed and ready to go." Sam yelled at me and then walked out of my room. I laughed.

Now Sam was acting like my parent.

Even though Sam had gotten through her childish stage after the first two days of amnesia, I still felt like her parent, something that Tucker never let me forget.

Why was I being so overprotective?

Why did I care about being overprotective?

Why do I ask myself so many questions?

I slowly stood up and changed into my regular outfit, jeans and a white T-shirt with a red circle in the middle.

I walked towards my door and my ghost sense went off. At first instinct I transformed into my alter-ego Danny Phantom, and waited for a ghost to fly into my room, but instead I heard somebody clapping behind me.

I turned around and gasped.

"Danni, what are you doing here?" I asked her as I sat down on my bed. She sat down beside me.

"I was in the neighborhood when I found that your girlfriend had amnesia so I stopped by." She explained.

"Yeah, she does…" I paused to think about what she'd said, "She's NOT my girlfriend."

"As far as you know," Danni mumbled.

"What?" I asked, even though I had heard her.

"Are you busy?" She asked me.

"I was going to go hang out with…"

"Is it important?" She interrupted.

"Not really, but…"

"Well this is important…Vlad's looking for Sam."

"WHAT? WHY HER? WHY NOW?" A feeling of terror and panic spread over me.

"NOW IS WHY!" Danni paced around the room, "He's going to kidnap her and then try to turn her against you."

"WHAT?" I took a minute to let it all sink in.

"You have to protect Sam at all costs. There's no telling what Vlad could do to her…or you."

"I get it…by the way, how did you know about Vlad's plans?" I asked her.

"I shouldn't have come here," she said worriedly, "I'm playing double agent."

"To Vlad?"

"No," She said sadly. Vlad materialized in the corner of the room. I didn't have time to think about this, because Danni shot me with a painful ecto-blast and she had tears in her eyes, "To you."

Sam's POV

"DANNY I'M SERIOUS! I'M GOING TO LEAVE WITHOUT YOU!" I had been yelling up the stairs for the past forty-five minutes. Jazz walked towards me.

"I'll go check up on him. You go hang out with Kensie and Tucker at the park." She told me. I looked at her uneasily.

"What about Danny? I should probably stay here." I explained to her.

"He'll be fine," Jazz reassured me, "Tucker and Kensie are waiting for you."

I didn't like being ordered around like a little kid, and I strangely felt like Youngblood.

Youngblood?

I tried to match the name with a picture, and the only thing I had gained was a headache.

How would I know a Youngblood anyway?

I put my hand on my head, and groaned.

"Are you alright?" Jazz asked me worriedly. I regained focus.

"Yeah, I think so. Let me check up on Danny." I told her.

"No!" She yelled at me, "I mean, I think that you should go to the park now."

I reluctantly walked to the park after saying goodbye to Jazz.

I saw that Kensie and Tucker were sitting on a park bench looking into the sky.

Kensie seemed to be totally freaked out by being alone with Tucker.

Why wouldn't she, she likes Danny after all, the same boy that you like.

SHUT IT!

Nope.

IT'S NOT TRUE! I'm not even sure if it is true.

I got another one of those "headaches" and held my head with my hand.

Tucker ran towards me as I saw the ground getting closer.

Flashback (one week ago):

I walked into my room and a small dog jumped on top of me. I held it in my arms as I looked around my depressing room.

I'm depressed?

Either that or you love the color black…a little too much.

I walked over to my humungous CD player and put in a disc. Normally my first choice wouldn't have been Avril Lavigne who I thought had quite depressing songs, but hey, if normal Sam liked depressing and angry, then I would like depressing and angry.

Well I couldn't tell you why she felt that way

She felt it every day

And I couldn't help her

I just watched her make the same mistakes again

Hopefully I wasn't making too many mistakes, was I?

What's wrong, what's wrong now?

Too many, too many problems

Don't know where she belongs

Where she belongs

She wants to go home, but nobody's home

It's where she lies, broken inside

With no place to go, no place to go

To dry her eyes, broken inside

I do feel kind of broken inside, if only because I can't remember anything.

Open your eyes,

Open your eyes

And look outside

Find the reasons why

You've been rejected

And now you can't find

What you've left behind

Be strong, be strong now

Too many, too many problems

Don't know where she belongs,

Where she belongs

Where do I belong? Should I be depressed or happy?

She wants to go home, but nobody's home

It's where she lies, broken inside

With no place to go, no place to go

To dry her eyes, broken inside

Her feelings she hides

Her dreams she can't find

She's losing her mind

She's fallen behind

She can't find her place

She's losing her faith

She's fallen from grace

She's all over the place

Yeah

Yeah

She wants to go home, but nobody's home

It's where she lies, broken inside

With no place to go, no place to go

To dry her eyes, broken inside

She's lost inside, lost inside

Oh, ooh

She's lost inside, lost inside

Oh, ooh

Ooo

That song, even as depressing as it was, relates so much to me. "Nobody's Home" was the name of the song I saw as I looked at the CD.

"Sammy!" A girl that looked sixteen years old ran into my room and gave me a hug, which caused me to drop the little dog.

"Do I know you?" I asked her. She let go of me and looked offended. Then she lightened up.

"I'm your cousin Tiffany," She said, "daughter of Robert and Margret Manson."

"Who?" I asked confused. She made me sit on the edge of my bed beside her.

From then on she told me about my famous uncle, my play, and a new letter that he had sent to me.

She handed me the letter, gave me a quick hug and then left the room.

"What about my family?" I called out to her, but she didn't hear me, however someone I remembered as Margret walked into the room and sat down beside me. She gave me a quick hug and then explained to me how my parents were rich, what being pregnant was, and that my mom was pregnant.

"WHAT?" I screamed at her after she had told me this. "THAT EXPLAINS HOW SHE WAS GETTING FATTER…And…and…" I felt myself getting dizzy, and I put my hand on my head.

"I know that this might seem as a bit of a shock to you." Margret held me by my shoulders to keep me up. "The baby is due sometime in November, or December."

"That's basically when my play is going to be." I explained to Margret, and she nodded her head.

"I know." She gave me a quick hug and then left the room.

For someone who is depressed a lot her family sure gives her a lot of hugs.

I opened my uncle's letter.

Dear Samantha (that is your name),

I'm very sorry to hear that you have amnesia and I will be coming to visit and help with your play within the next week. When I come I expect that I'll take care of you 24/7. I do not want some boy hanging around you while you have amnesia, so I will forbid you to hang out with your friends when I visit. I'm sorry if this causes any problems, but it's what must be done.

Good luck with the play until then.

Your uncle,

Robert Manson

I didn't know what to feel.

How could I be away from someone that I remembered really well? I didn't even remember my uncle, and Danny was taking good care of me, right?

Not hanging out with my friends? That would be hard.

Jazz just took care of me, but she was still my friend.

Tucker made me laugh and he helped me remember old things that had happened before I had amnesia. He even taught me how to play golf, turn on the television, put a DVD in the DVD player, and a lot more stuff that was easy…after I got the hang of it.

Kensie was my best friend, and only after a week, can you believe that? We did everything together, and she…helped me understand things.

My friends are awesome…

Aren't you forgetting something, or someone?

I don't think so.

Well you are…what about Danny?

Ever since I woke up from the hospital that one day, it seems like he doesn't want to be around me, or help me. I feel abandoned, and yet I still trust him.

End Flashback:

Jazz's POV

"Danny. Danny what's wrong? Why do you hate me?" Sam was talking in her sleep as she laid on the blue couch in our living room.

What kind of dream was she having?

I can't let her see Danny in his current condition.

I shook Sam awake.

"Where's Danny?" She asked me as she started to sit up.

"I don't know." I lied, and she stood up from the couch.

"Then we'd better go find him." She replied and opened the front door. I followed Sam out of my house.

"Where are you going?" I asked her.

"To find Danny, he can't have gone too far." She told me.

"Oh, you'd be surprised." I muttered doubtfully.

"What?"

"I think that you should go over to Kensie's house for awhile."

"Why," She paused, "Are you hiding something from me?"

"No. Why would you think that I'd be hiding something from you?" I said nervously.

"Whatever, I'm going to find Danny." Sam said, as she started to walk away.

"Wait," Sam turned around, "there's something that you should know."

Tucker's POV

I had gone home after I dropped Sam off at Danny's house.

My cell phone started ringing and I answered it. It was Kensie.

"Hey, what's up?" I asked her.

"Uh…I…I'm bored. D…do yo…you want to come over to my house and watch some movies?" She asked me…nervously?

"Yeah, are you sure that it's okay with your parents? When do you want me to come over?"

"Actually my parents aren't home right now, but they'll be glad if anyone comes over. I've never had any friends until now."

"I'll be over in 20 minutes." I told her.

"Okay, see ya then." She hung up.

20 Minutes Later

I was sitting on the couch in Kensie's living room and she was sitting right beside me.

She was wearing a red T-shirt and a pair of black jeans. Her hair was put up in a fancy bun.

"What do you want to watch?" She asked me.

"I dunno, what do you want to watch?" I replied.

"Do you wanna watch Vampire Rabbits?" She asked me.

"Wait, that movie isn't even on DVD yet?"

"I'm rich, didn't Sam tell you?" Kensie asked.

"No, but it wouldn't have mattered anyway." I told her.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well, you're nice, pretty, and you have a great personality." I looked right into her eyes, "I like you Kensie."

"I like you too Tucker." She moved really close to me and I moved close to her.

She put her face next to mine and closed her eyes. I started kissing her and she kissed me back. We sat there for several minutes making-out until Kensie broke away from me and started crying.

"What's wrong? Am I really that bad?" She laughed a little and wiped away her tears.

"No, it's just…that was my first kiss." She broke into tears, and I pulled her into a hug.

"Tucker, I like you…a lot, but I think that we should just be friends…at least, for right now."

"I understand," I let go of her, and we resumed our normal sitting positions, "How about a different movie?"

"But I wanted to watch Vampire Rabbits." Kensie whined.

"Vampire Rabbits it is then." I said enthusiastically. Kensie laughed as she started the movie.

Danni's POV

"You can't control me!" I yelled at Vlad after I had knocked Danny out with an ecto-blast. Vlad flew in front of me.

"Trust me girl, as long as the chip is on you I have complete control over everything that you do."

"You can't control what I say or think!"

"Did you not listen? I control what you do. I can control you physically, not mentally." Vlad smirked, "Now we have to find the girl."

"I'M NOT DOING ANYTHING FOR YOU!" I screamed at him.

"Dear girl, I'm afraid that you don't have a choice." Tears escaped my eyes as I followed him out of the room.

Danny's POV

"Danni! Danni why'd you…" I sat up in my bed.

It had all been a dream?

Pain shot through my body and I screamed.

"What? What's going on?" I heard someone ask. I turned my head and saw Sam sitting right beside me. I was still sitting up and Sam had lain her head down on my chest.

"You have pretty sky-blue eyes." She told me. She looked tired.

"Thanks, are you tired?" I asked her.

"Kind of, I've had a long day." She yawned and closed her eyes, still laying on me like I was some kind of comfy pillow.

"Really, what did you do?" I fingered through her hair.

"I tried to get a hold of Kensie and when I did she said that she didn't want to be bothered. So Jazz and I went to a bookstore and I picked out a couple of books." She yawned again.

"Anything else happen?" I asked her. She opened her eyes.

"Danny," She turned around so that I was looking into her face, but she was staring at the ground, "Do…do you think that I'm not worth your friendship?"

I felt hurt and mad at the same time.

What had I done to make her ask that?

Why did she feel that way?

Sam's POV

Danny pulled me closer to him and he hugged me.

My eyes shot open and hundreds of memories went into my head.

Sam, I love you.

No you don't. This is just a dream, it's not real.

Are you sure?

It's just a play. You're saying your lines and they don't mean anything.

I said your name, didn't I?

Yeah, but that still doesn't mean anything. Talk is cheap, actions are priceless.

Then the room went black.


Hold on, I'm going to update again.

Vlad has a plan, and now we found out who Kensie really likes…right?

Gosh, I'm updating hold on.

Byeness peoplez…