XD I'm sure soo many of you loved Sam's sluttiness in the last chapter.
FTW.
I've decided to update once a day...so...yeah...
-random- happy birthday Darren Shan!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
-another random for the MCR fans- Gerard Way is not engaged anymore. o3o; I dunno, he said it in an interview. SO YARLY.
Okay. 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!
Aha. Enjoy.
Sunlight pressed against Sam's eyes through the blanket. She moaned, sat up and rubbed her head gently. The blanket fell off her head, landing in a heap on Danny's sleeping body. He was curled up, his legs in a position so that he would have been surrounding Sam. She reached down, fingered his lips, and slowly rose out of the bed. The clock declared it five thirty in the morning; the time she normally woke up.
Slowly exiting the room, she walked across the hallway to her own bedroom and ran to her own. Once safely inside, she began to undress and get into her clothes for the day. Over the four years she had acquired even more clothes than she had brought with her. At that moment she was tugging on a pair of black leggings, in which case she pulled a skirt that barely reached her finger tips over top of them. The skirt was black and fringy, made of denim. Next, she strangled herself into a tank top that barely reached her mid stomach, with purple lines going down and across the shirt. Thrusting random purple and black bracelets onto her wrists, she grabbed her basic black flats and slipped them on. Running to the bathroom that was adjoined into her room, she brushed her teeth, did everything else she needed to do, and began to put her makeup on. Purple eye shadow, followed by black eyeliner that spiraled away from her eyes. She quickly pulled her hair up and decided she was presentable.
Later, looking at the clock, she noticed it was six thirty. People would be waking up soon; she had to go back to his room immediately.
She quickly stepped around the hallway, and then back into his room. He was awake, waiting on the bed, fully clothed.
He smirked. "You look nice."
She grinned, rolling her eyes at him. It was then she realized she didn't have her bag; she hadn't even done her homework. Deciding not to care about the homework, she asked Danny about the bags. He pointed to the corner of the room, explaining he had forgotten to tell her about it the night before.
Laughing, she nodded. "Yeah, I figured as much."
The two sat on the bed, talking as they had always done. She marveled at how they always found things to talk about. Then, like a bolt of lightening, it crashed upon her.
In less than a months time, she would no longer have the luxury of talking to him.
In less than a month, he would be gone, with a rich man, no longer with him.
In less than a month, he would have to leave her.
Her throat constricted as a tear rolled down her cheeks.
"I'm going to miss you, Danny," she sobbed. He put his arm around her shoulder and tried not to cry himself. It was a random happening, but he surrendered himself to the fact that it would be happening much more often over the next month. To the both of them.