Yep, no one likes this story anymore. Edit: I reduced the chapters and will be adding one more to make a better ending! Sorry for the one who was disappointed!

Thanks to: Beyonce's Angel925, loop-de-loop-ride, Wushu, Hayal Nazim, ImMoRtAl-FoOl, Phantom Shadow Pirate, and Gilgamesh. Hope you guys are reading this!

& to the doubters…see this chapter for all the sense in the world. There are ways to avoid the law…by obeying it in a sneaky fashion. Oh yeah!

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The Next Step: Life's Deceit

When Sam got home she was faced by her mother's frown.

"Now why didn't you tell us about this field trip?!" Pamela said with her hands on her hips.

"Uh mom…what field trip?"

"Why the art trip! I was asked to sign a slip by one of your teachers!"

"Uh…" Sam was at a loss. "Are you taking those weird weight loss pills again?"

"You rude child! Of course not! Now tell."

"Mom…there is no field trip."

"But it was an elderly guy, with a…are you sure?"

"Yes mom…" Sam sighed.

"Then what did I sign?"

"I have no idea…can I go to my room now?" she asked, tapping her foot angrily.

"I…guess…" Pamela said, stunned.

Sam ran up to her room and called Danny. As soon as he answered, she popped the question.

"Hey Danny, did your parents confront you about some field trip to some art museum?" Sam asked, twirling the phone cord with boredom.

"Yes, it was weird. Do you know about it?"

"No. Anyway, I just figured out that our marriage is just on paper."

"Um…what do you mean?" Danny asked, confused.

"You know…since we're underage, we have to get parental permission so…"

"Since we didn't get parental permission…" It all clicked in Danny's head.

"There's nothing to worry about!"

"But wait…didn't the priest guy say that he could issue marriage licenses to the underage…"

"He obviously lied. No one has that kind of license in this country."

"Ok Sam, I trust you. So…what are we going to do with the certificate, since it's fake?"

"We can keep it for memories, I guess."

"So…" There was a pause.

"So…"

"What're we going to do about the math project?"

"I guess logarithms are ok…"

"Good! Well we can work on it tomorrow or something…"

"Yeah, ok. See ya Danny!"

"Bye Hun."

"…huh?"

"I mean…heh…bye Sam!"

He hung up before she could respond. But she kind of liked it. Just a bit.

A few weeks had passed and the assignment was due. Maddie was glad that her son had worked hard on it. When the mail came, she went through it.

"Bills, a letter from Vlad…me, me, Jack, me, me, me…hmm, what's this? To the parents of Daniel Fenton…"

It was a large envelope. She opened it and pulled out an embellished slip of quality paper. It was an official government paper. "What the?!"

It took a while before she calmed down enough to figure it out. 'So what we signed was really…'

She went over the phone to call the Manson household.

Pamela answered. "Young man, Sam's not home, so stop calling!"

"Hello Pamela, it's Maddie."

"Oh hello, Maddie! What brings you to call on this wonderful day?"

"You should know what our children did behind our backs…"

"I know, they got tattoos! I did not have time to lecture Samantha about it but I will make sure to today."

"They got what?! And no, I meant something entirely different."

"What?"

"Our children got hitched."

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It was the next morning when they decided to pop the question. Danny had come by Sam's house to pick her up before going to Tucker's. And as usual, the Mansons were giving him that frown. But something else was causing it other than that he was considered a bad influence.

"Uh…what's with your parents?" Danny asked while waiting for Sam to get her backpack together.

"I don't know really," she said, shrugging. "Mom and Dad said they wanted to talk to me before I left. They're supposed to go to Hawaii today, so I don't know what the deal is."

"It's probably the usual." He paced around a bit.

"Maybe, but if they try to shove me in some pink frock before school I will kill."

"Hope I'm not around then," Danny said, before dodging Sam's swing. "You missed."

"Care to chance it again? Anyway, let's go." Sam put on her backpack and they walked downstairs.

As they were walking to the front door they were stopped by her parents.

"Sam, Danny, we wish to talk with you both," her dad said.

"Why?" Sam snorted before continuing, "Since when do you care about what I do?"

"Is that what you think?" Pamela said. "We do care about you. Is that why you got married with that boy? Because you felt like no one cared?"

"Huh?" Danny and Sam said simultaneously.

"And why'd you guys have us sign things behind our backs? I can't trust you anymore Sam, and I never trusted that boy…"

"Hey!" Danny interjected.

"You never trusted me Mom! Wait…sign…oh who cares! Stop trying to control my life!"

"But we only want the best for you," her dad said. "I'm sure he pressured you into it."

"I didn't!" Danny said. "She asked me…a kinda…spur of the moment thing?"

"Is this true? Samantha?" her mom said, as her parents turned to face her.

"Yes it's true, so, if you can't accept me, and our marriage, then don't expect me to come back!"

With that outburst, Sam pulled Danny out of the house, closing the door behind them.

"Uh…you really didn't have to do that Sam," Danny commented with a blank expression.

"I know, I just wanted to get on their nerves."

They started walking towards Tucker's house.

"So…" Danny started.

"So…"

"I guess it was real after all."

"I guess so…"

"So that means we're taken."

"Yep." The two twitched, and then decided to ignore the fact and be friends again…for now.

"Ok."

The rest of the way they walked in silence, glancing at each other while the other wasn't looking. When they got there, Tucker was already waiting outside for them so he walked out to meet them.

"Hey guys, what took you so long?" he asked, winking.

"Parents," Sam said, rolling her eyes.

"Ok then, let's go!"

They walked a few minutes before Danny broke the ice:

"Hey Tuck, wanna know what we did on 6/6/6?"

"You did something on that day? You guys…made out?" Tucker said, snorting. "Just kidding!" He shouted before Sam could do him in. No really, what?"

"No…we got…"

"…married," Sam finished.

"Uh…how? Don't you guys need parental approval, especially in this state?"

"They were tricked," Danny said.

Tucker busted out laughing. "I always knew you two would get married in a clueless way…anyways, you should have invited me! After all, I am your best friend! At least to get the bouquet to get luck with the ladies…"

Sam sighed, "Ok we'll get you a bouquet. On one condition."

"Anything!"

"You have to not tell a soul about our…marriage, and you have to lay off Nasty Burger for a month!"

"WHAT? Anything but that!"

Sam and Danny laughed.

"Well…" Sam relented. "Only one burger per week."

Tucker grumbled. "Fine! But hey…you should do it again sometime. The wedding…I don't think you can call it a wedding…without the best man!" He obviously meant him.

"Well, we have plenty of time to think it over," Danny said quickly, panicking slightly.

"Date?" Tucker asked. They didn't respond. "The wedding date, guys! Hey, what about 7/7/7?"

"What a…great idea."

The End. (Hope that was better.)