o3o; I'm considering just uploading the next fifteen chapters .; I'm dyinnnggg. I'm lazy and stuff so it annoys me XXD Opinions, anyone? want me to just upload once-a-day-every-two/three-days like I have or just upload the whole lot of the chapters? XP

Erm...this chapter is...interesting...and...amusing...and...SCARY :B so be forewarned, to those who actually READ this damn thing, ha-ha-ha.

And let me just say this...MYCHEMICALROMANCEOWNSMYSOUL. Hahahaaaaaa...

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!!

Hope you guys like!

They reached the orphanage, and Danny quietly landed in the shaded place he had dubbed his landing spot. He changed back, still gripping Sam by the stomach, rubbing it slightly. His hands were soft and warm, making her sigh with happiness. Eventually the two climbed the steps of the orphanage, Danny having an arm wrapped protectively around her waist, Sam with her arm around his shoulders.

When they entered the orphanage, they realized it was already dinner. Both wincing, they quickly ran to the dining room, storming in and receiving stares from the many people. They just pulled closer together, grabbing a quick dinner—a bagel—and walking to the table that they had designated as their own so long ago.

Sam, not caring what anyone said, pecked him on the lips. He kissed her back, sighing when he pulled back. He bit into his bagel, not tasting it. He stared at her, fighting back tears at the thought of not being able to see her for three years. He swore to himself that he'd visit her every chance he got; he'd come every damn night if he had to.

He coughed, trying to just get the question out. "Uh, Sam?"

"Yeah, Danny?"

"Will you…sleep with me tonight?" He backtracked at the amusement on her face. "Not like that! I mean, it was nice last night…and…well…," he mumbled. "So we can at least be closer for this next month?"

Sam giggled. She couldn't help it; he just sounded so cute, so tentative, expecting rejection. "Er…," she laughed. "Okay." She said it quietly, trying to fight back her laughter. "Just…uhm…just sleeping, okay? Nothing else."

He laughed along with her. He moved out of his seat across from her, quickly jumping around the table and towards her. He slid on the bench to move closer to her, putting an arm around her shoulder and resting his head on top of her head. "You're a nerd," he laughed.

She smirked, ripping off a bit of bagel, finding his mouth, and shoving the bit into it. "So? You're the one who likes me."

Bagel still in mouth, he gave out a choke of laughter. Swallowing down the bread, he said, "Yeah, I guess so." He picked his head off of her head and gently caressed her cheek with his hand. "I love you, Sam Manson," he sighed.

She gave out a "Mmmm," closing her eyes against his sweet touch. "Say that again, Danny?"

He snorted. "I love you, Sam Manson. I love you, I love you. You've accepted me, you've even stayed by my side after I told you I was going to leave you. I love you, and I think I keep loving you more and more as time goes by."

She opened an eye and grinned at him. "I think that applies for me, too."

They had three hours before it was bed time, and they spent the time up in Danny's room. Singing along to CD's (mainly My Chemical Romance, AFI, and other bands that sung of love), and hugging each other tightly. Finally Karin came into the room, nostrils flaring.

"Time for bed, Samantha," she gritted. Sam rolled her eyes to Danny, held up a finger, and walked out of the room. Once the door was firmly closed, Karin narrowed her eyes at Sam. "Sam. I saw you two today at dinner." Her jaw was tight. "I just wanted you to know that Danny has seriously ruined you over the next four years. I think his moving away will do both of you good."

Sam fought with herself not to punch Karin in the face. "But Danny and I are friends."

Karin sneered. "Seems like you two are more."

Sam rounded on Karin, glaring as she reached her room. "And what's it to you if we are more than friends? Just because you can't land a guy doesn't mean that I shouldn't be able to." She opened her door and slammed it tightly, swearing darkly to herself.

Running to her wardrobe and pulling on a pair of black pajama pants and a pink tee shirt with a heart ripped in two dripping blood on it, she quickly thought of ways to make the bed look as if she were lying in it. She was thankful she always slept with the blanket over her head.

Ripping clothes off their hangers, she bundled them up and placed them so they appeared to be a body underneath the blanket. She snatched her round pillow, put it on top of the big one to look like her head, and tip-toed out of the room.

Quickly darting into Danny's room, she shut the door and made a face. "Karin's a bitch."

His face shone with mock innocence. "It took you this long to realize that?"

She swatted at him and laughed as she plopped herself down on his lap. "She says it'll be good for us to be apart."

Danny scowled. "Old hag." But Sam couldn't respond; Danny pressed his lips against hers. He gently worked his lips against hers, trying to remember the feel of them. They were soft and kind to him, working against his as well. He wrapped his arms around her, gently lifting up her shirt and touching her stomach. It was so smooth and soft…

She opened her mouth, forcing his to open, and let her tongue dance around his mouth. He did the same to her, wishing the moment would never end. A gasp for breath and then back to the kiss, Sam turning over mid kiss and pushing him down onto the bed so she could lean over him.

A moan escaped Danny's mouth as he felt himself wish more than ever that Sam and him were eighteen together. She gasped, realizing his arousal, and pulled away, collapsing on his chest in laughter. "You little pervert," she smirked. Deciding on impulse to give him another birthday present, she pulled her shirt shoulder down so that it was past her shoulder and showing off her bra.

His eyes grew wide and he placed his hands on top of his eyes. "You bitch," he gasped. She giggled, pulling his eyes away and sticking a finger under her bra strap.

She smirked. "You know you want it," she purred, slowly putting her shirt back in place. "But you don't get it. At least, not tonight." And with that, making Danny moan angrily, she pressed her lips against his momentarily before pulling away and cuddling next to him. He rolled his eyes, tried to calm himself down, and slid down under the covers with her. He didn't even want to think of what Karin would do if he saw the two of them sleeping in the same bed, curled around each other.

He pressed his lips to her forehead, gently stroking her hair. "You are my life, Sam…"