This is probably...one of my favorite things I have ever written. I love this chapter. For reasons that you guys will find out soon enough!

Thanks again for all the wonderful reviews! You guys make me happy, lol! I swear, everytime I get someone saying "I love this" or "this is good!" it makes me smile. So...thank you!!

Oh, and warning; this is where things jump from "Sam and Danny are eight and ten" to "Sam and Danny are twelve and fourteen," so that's just for your information. DON'T BE SURPRISED. I didn't want to write an epic tale or anything, and believe me this is like twenty thousand words. I had origionally planned to go back and write a chapter in between the transition but...I figured it was long enough already. XD

Anyway, I'm sure you guys will like this one as much as I do...hah! XXD So...enjoy! NOW HERE COMES THE DISCLAIMERS.

Disclaimer: I do not own Danny, Sam, Tucker, or Vlad. The three belong to Butch Hartman.
I do not own the band AFI; I do not own the band MCR; I do not own the band Linkin Park; I do not own the band Blaqk Audio; I do not own the band the Used; I do not own the band Rise Against.
Some ideas in this story were taken from Glamorous(insertunderscorehere)death, a member of the website from her story "Will You Cry for me?...or Will you cry with me?"
I do, however, own most of the plot to this fanfiction. IF SOMEONE STEALS IT I WILL EAT THEM.

Warning (so you guys don't eat my brain): DANNY FENTON AND SAM MANSON ARE ALTERED IN THIS FANFICTION. SAM IS TWO YEARS YOUNGER THAN DANNY; DANNY GOT HIS POWERS AT AGE TEN. If you do not want to read a fanfiction that is not "true" to the series, then please, do not read this. I'm sorry, but in order to make the fanfiction work, they had to be seperate ages. Once again...Danny and Sam are different ages; this fanfiction does not correspond whatsoever with the actual series.

This fanfiction is a work of fiction that came from the screwed up hole I call a brain. It is flufftastical, romantic, terribly tragic, and using the characters and most of their family history/backgrounds as bases. Thank you for understanding!

Enjoyy!

Days melded into weeks. Weeks flew by, quickly molding into months. Months magically became years. Eventually, it was nearing Danny's fifteenth birthday; he was still shocked that he was about to turn fifteen, Sam thirteen.

"Don't you dare get me anything," Danny growled to Sam. "If you get me anything, I'll kill you," he swore.

Sam smirked and touched his nose gently. "Big bad Danny," she purred. "Going to kill the cute, petite girl. Oh dear! So manly!"

He play snarled, gripping her shoulders and throwing her to the ground of her room. She let out a holler of laughter, flinging her body around with amazing force and gaining the upper hand. She had him pinned down now (partly on his part of work, of course) and was leaning over him.

The two had grown close over those four years together. The laughs that the two were a couple grew fiercer as days passed by and the two became more and more close. School was all they could handle; since Danny got out before her, he'd wait by the doors of the school, jotting down drawings of the two in his notebooks. He never showed her, but some kids who had dared to try and snatch the notebook guessed. "You're in love with a middle schooler!" they'd crow, and he'd scowl. But he never denied it.

Now, as Sam hovered over him, it was all he could do not to grip her head and kiss her. He had decided within the first two weeks of knowing her that he was horribly, truthfully, and completely in love with her. He was terrified to tell her, terrified to advance past the stage of holding hands; terrified of rejection from her.

She blinked at him, overwhelmed. She stared into his eyes, into the longing she could find quite easily in them, and then felt her heart hammering in her throat. Her brain screamed at her, kiss him, you idiot! This might be your only chance!

Her lips grew dry as she stared down at him. Her hands entwined in his, holding them tightly, staring down with large eyes.

Involuntarily, she leaned downward, a part of her mind exasperated with her lack of courage at the one point she wanted it the most. She tried not to gasp in fear at what she was about to do, but kept leaning downward.

The decline seemed to last decades. She was terrified he was going to shove her off of him, tell her to leave and never talk to him again. But to her surprise, he leaned forward, and their lips met.

She felt her heart stop. His lips were soft, rather cold, but all together amazing. She, still hoisted up barely by her hands that were pressed against his, which were pressed against the floor, fought hard not to just collapse on his chest. His lips felt amazing; better than any of her fantasies during boring school lectures had ever given them credit to be.

Danny's head exploded as her lips meshed against his. Finally, he sighed, turning into the kiss and enjoying it. She seemed to be enjoying it, too; the way she was pressing against his lips made him think she wanted it maybe more than he had.

Pulling back for breath, the two laughed and Sam finally collapsed on top of him. She shook her head, pressing her head against his chest, laughing weakly. Danny took his hands, pulled her head up, and leaned forward again. He was eager to feel her lips against his again; and by the ease in which she agreed, he was positive she felt the same way.

Lips meeting once again, he pulled her on top of him. Holding her head with his hands, firmly grasping it and making sure it didn't linger backwards, he kissed her. If it was at all possible, this kiss was even better than the first. He thought it may have had to do with the fact that she was on top of him, gripping his head as he gripped hers.

Once again, the reason they pulled away was for air. They leaned upwards, grinned at each other, laughed in relief, and gripped each other tightly.

As Danny stroked her hair, sitting on the floor, arm wrapped around her waist, he heard her whisper softly. "I think I love you, Danny."

Danny grinned, pulling his face closer to her ear. "Think? I've known I loved you after the first two weeks of knowing you."