Thank yoouu! I'm glad you guys are enjoying this! Thats all I can pretty much say on it XD
This chapter is mean, but...not as mean as the next nineteen chapters HAHA.
Sorry I didn't post this last night as I had origionally promised, I had a really bad night. Boring things that are of no interest to you guys, I'm sure, but lets just say my mom and I got into a huge-ass fight, and I was up until three AM trying to calm down by listening to MCR. I did calm down so that's good. (My Chem has a magic touch with me, I've noticed.) Sooo here's the chapter!
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!
I hope you guys like it xP
Lunch break; take out the lunch, replace with ghost, and take out the break and replace it as hunt, and you'd get Danny's thirty-minute period for lunch. He lifted Skulker up without hesitation, high on the mere thought of Sam and her sweet kisses the night before. "It's my fifteenth birthday, and I've finally got a girlfriend. So can you leave me alone, just this once?" he snarled angrily into his face.
Skulker laughed. "Who would date scum like you?"
"Someone who's a helluva lot better than you!" Ripping open a portal, he thrust the thrashing Skulker in and slammed it shut.
Sinking to the ground, Danny quickly checked to make sure no one was watching, and leapt upwards once again. He checked his watch; he had five minutes to get back to school. It was enough time, he decided.
Speeding over buildings as to not be noticed, he dipped and dived, still high on the night before and waking up gripping Sam. Not even doubts she would accept him haunted his mind at that moment. All he cared about was that she had kissed him, had kissed him, and obviously liked him.
He dropped in one of the more shadowy and concealed parts of the school's exterior and quickly transformed back into his human half. Walking idly back into the school, he went to his locker, grabbed the books he needed next, and headed towards his class.
After what seemed like an eternity, school ended. He ran to the middle school, never so eager to find Sam. She finally came out, scanning the crowd of teachers and parents for him. When she found him, a smile shone on her face. She dashed towards him and flung herself into his chest, wrapping her arms around him.
"Well, I can't tell at all that you missed me!" he huffed, wrapping his arms around her waist and leaning down to peck her lips. He didn't care who saw; let people gawp and gossip.
She giggled on his lips. "I'll tell you, then. I missed you, Danny Fenton! I missed you because I love you, Danny Fenton, you freakish fifteen year old!"
He grinned down at her and gripped her hand as the two began to head back towards the orphanage.
"Got a lot of homework?" Danny asked, looking at her bulging backpack. She nodded, rolling her eyes.
"Finals. You know how they give you the test-out finals and stuff. So much stuff to study!"
"Hah! Those are just play tests compared to the actual finals. Take comfort in the simple tests now!"
They bickered on the way to the orphanage, laughing and giggling together as usual. But when they came to the orphanage, Karin bounded to Sam and Danny, looking ecstatic.
"Have you heard the news?" she gushed.
Sam raised an eyebrow. "No?"
She smiled broadly at Danny, and a sudden sinking feeling rose in his stomach. "Danny's finally going to get adopted!"
Both their worlds crashed. Danny stared at her for a few unbearable seconds, before finally muttering a disgruntled "what the hell? By who?"
Karin looked a bit confused at his less than enthusiastic response. "By Vlad Masters, of course!" She grinned at the two of them, oblivious. "He won the custody battle! You'll be leaving in a month, on June twenty third."
Sam nearly screamed. "BUT THAT'S MY BIRTHDAY!" she hollered, tears actually spilling. Karin stared at her, a little perturbed by the tears.
"I can't help it that you're too selfish to be happy for Danny," she sniffed. Then, turning back to Danny, she gripped his shoulders and shook him. "Vlad Masters! Can you believe it, Danny?" She nearly squealed.
Danny tried to remind himself to breathe. Karin, finally realizing she wasn't going to get a good response from him, trudged back into the house, looking very annoyed. After he was positive she could not see or hear Sam and himself, he turned to her.
She had tears streaming down her cheeks. "Please, don't say it's true!" she begged.
"I wouldn't know," Danny sighed sadly. "Damn Vlad…," he muttered to himself, before turning to Sam and gripping her shoulders. "I hope to God I'm not really leaving."
"I don't know what I'll do without you," Sam admitted, putting her head on his shoulder and crying freely. "Please, please, please don't leave me!"
Fighting hard against his own tears, Danny gripped her tightly and hugged with all of his might. "I'll do everything in my power," he vowed. But, with a wry smile, he lifted her chin to him. "Let's at least enjoy this last month together, okay?"
Sam nodded, gulping. "Where are we going to go?" she asked hollowly. "We can't be ourselves in that god forsaken orphanage. After all, they're the ones that are tearing us apart," she muttered darkly.
Danny gave her a lopsided grin, honestly trying his hardest to be cheerful. He grabbed her hand as the two abandoned their bags on the steps, confident Karin or Sophia would come out to grab them later. And without further ado, they ran down the street, looking for a place quiet and secluded enough.
Flashing back in his memory, Danny remembered, vaguely, an old and abandoned park he had once found when he was new to the orphanage. Taking lead of the chase, he lead her to where his memory told him to go.
Eventually they rounded the park. It was quiet, secluded, deserted. A rusty swing set sat in the middle of the area, bathed in the shade the two weeping willows gave off. They hovered over the swing set kindly, giving off shade to those who would ever sit there. Danny gasped back his tears and dragged Sam under the weeping willow.
The area surrounded with brush, the two were sure no one would ever find them. Danny let a tear escape as he looked into Sam's beautifully purple eyes. She cried, too. He leaned over, kissed it away, and rested his forehead against hers as the two cried freely.
"I just found out I love you, and now I find out you're leaving in a month," she exclaimed miserably. "How fucking ironic is that? And on my birthday, too!"
Danny hugged her, trying to calm his tears. "I don't want to go live with Vlad!" he mumbled. "I want to stay here with you. But why with Vlad? Anyone, anyone, even a hobo on the street would have been better than him."
Sam shook her head. "I figured you'd at least be a little excited. I mean, he's the richest guy around. Your life will be good with him, won't it? And anyway…how do you know him?"
Danny flinched. The question, the question that would ultimately lead to his secret. How he dreaded it! He fought the trembling, the horrible shade of fear that overcame his mind as he sought a lie inside of his mind.
She nuzzled against him. "Please don't lie," she murmured. "I want to know the truth." She paused, and said, as quietly as she could, "and I want to know why you suddenly disappear, only to come back looking rather roughed up."
He gripped her tightly. "I don't know if you want to know the truth," he whispered. What would she do, knowing he haunted both worlds?