I bet you all know what just happened with Danny and Sam. For those still reading, enjoy!
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"Wow. That was just... wow." Danny said to Sam, who was laying next to him with her arm across his chest.
"I know. Weird huh? After all these years?"
"Yeah... I always pictured us together, just I never had the courage to tell you the truth."
"Sam here. Danny, I've always loved you. It's just..." she sat up, holding the cover up against her. "I just wasn't willing to wait. After high school ended, you jetted of to England and I thought that you didn't feel the same way as me."
"Sammy..." he too, sat up, then put his hand on her shoulder. "I thought that you didn't love me either, y'know, after that whole 'spying on you' fiasco. I never could forgive myself after that."
She started laughing a little. "Dan, that was so many years ago! I forgot about that by senior year."
"Oh. Well, why did you always act so moody in high school?"
"Hello! Goth, PMS queen, kinda mandatory to be moody."
He chuckled. "Yeah, I guess you're right."
"When am I not?"
"True." He kissed her again.
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The two arrived at Tucker's house that morning to pick up Sam's kids. Danny knocked on his door. A few minutes later, the door opened, and standing there was a young woman holding a newborn baby. "Amanda?" Sam asked.
"Yeah?"
"It's us. Sam Manson and Danny Fenton. We met you at the wedding."
"Oh! Hey, guys. Come in."
They followed her inside. Matt and Mike were both playing video games in the living room.
"I bet they take after their dad." Danny whispered.
Sam laughed softly at his joke.
Amanda led the two into a room where Tucker was typing away on his laptop. Ethan and Emily were both watching TV next to him.
"Em? Ethan?" Sam said lightly.
Both of them turned around. "Mommy!" they yelled and ran into their mother's arms.
"So, how was your visit at Uncle Tucker's?"
"It was fun!" Ethan chirped. "Matt showed me all of his video games!"
"Really?"
The two-year-old nodded.
"Well, I bet you had an awesome time."
"I did!"
"Well, thanks again you guys. I owe you."
"Nah, forget it. It was no big deal."
"Thanks. Well, we should get going." Sam announced, taking her kids outside.
"So, D." Tuck started, nudged his best friend's arm. "What happened between you two last night?"
"Nothing." he replied cooly.
"C'mon. Seriously, what happened?"
"I'm serious! Nothing happened!"
"You slept with her, didn't you?" he kept nudging as they walked down the hall.
"Alright! Fine! We slept together! Okay?! Happy, now?!" Danny exhaled.
"I knew it! You admitted that you love her, huh?"
"Yeah, I did. She loves me too and we're getting married and then we're gonna live happily ever after!" he replied cheerily.
"Really?!" Danny shot him a smirk. "Oh, you're not being serious, are you?"
"Dude, we're just friends."
"Friends that slept together."
"Augh!"
"Whatever, I'm just saying—"
"Don't. Don't say anything. I don't wanna mess anything up more than it already is."
"Dude! You had sex with your best friend! How could anything be more messed up?"
"I don't know. I have to work some things out."
"Fine."
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"So what did you and Tuck talk about earlier?" Sam asked, while Danny was helping to zip up her black Chanel dress.
"Nothing much. You look incredibly sexy in this dress."
"Thanks." She gave him a quick kiss. "Really, what did you tell him? You didn't tell him that we slept together, did you?" she covered her mouth.
"Well, I..." Danny put his hand on the back of his neck, something he always did when he was nervous.
"You did! Didn't you?"
"I didn't want to! He forced me into telling!"
"Oh, God... Danny! Do you know what this means?"
"That he knows that we had sex?"
"Well, yes. But, augh, God, you're clueless. There's a chance that someone else could find out! You know what a bigmouth he can be!"
"He won't tell. He's not like that."
"Really? People can change."
"He didn't tell my secret about me being half-ghost."
"True. You did that on your own." Sam finished applying her dark red Revlon lipstick and started on her mascara.
"Yeah... I don't really want to talk about this anymore. It'll ruin the night."
"Yeah. Ready?"
"Seems so."
"Awesome."
Emily was sitting on the couch, slumping while watching some random Nickelodeon show. "Honey, are you sure you don't wanna come?"
"Nah, I'll just be bored."
"Oh, alright. Well, you can call my cell if you need anything."
"Right," the eight-year-old replied, not looking away from the TV and holding up her RAZR Pebl.
"The girl has a Pebl? She's only eight." Danny whispered.
"When you live in New York, you'll know what I mean."
"Ah."
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"I'll have a Tequila Sunrise," Sam said to the bartender.
"Yeah, and I'll get a Martini Dry."
When their drinks arrived, Sam took a huge gulp.
"Wow, I've never seen you that thirty."
"Yeah, well, a girl needs to prioritize."
"Huh. I guess."
"Come here." she pulled his head to hers and began kissing him.
"Sam! What the hell are you doing?"
"Kissing you, of course."
"At a bar in our high school reunion? Like that?"
"Yeah, and your point is?"
"Ugh. Nothing. I just don't think you should act like that."
"Fine."
Silence.
"Aw, who am I kidding?" Danny threw down his drink on the bartop and grabbed the gothic woman next to him. He wrapped his arms around her and began making-out with her.
"Danny!" she screamed into his lips. "Don't stop." Sam said as they broke apart.
Once they began kissing again, the halfa ran his hand through her midnight-black hair. She couldn't get herself to stop. Even though they knew that they shouldn't be doing this. Especially in a bar, in front of all of their old classmates.
"Hey, Sam!" a voice yelled out.
They parted and she turned her head. A man with brownish hair was running toward them. Sam became embarrassed and held her face in her hands. "Oh, God..." she mumbled.
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Bet you're all wondering who the hell that guy is, huh? Well, you'll find out in the next chappie (of course). Stay tuned!