So you guys don't kill me, here's another chapter...the chapter that you guys will hate me for. XXXD;

So here ya go!

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!

Lol...enjoy and cry if you need to xP

They clung to each other. Stealing kisses from one another when ever they could, even in front of the orphanage. People pointed and stared, but no one dared to break them apart. They were in their own world, trying to remain together for that month. The entire month. Each night they slept in Danny's room, Sam curled and snuggled against Danny, Danny curled around Sam. Always pressing his face into her hair, kissing her lips when he thought she was asleep. She did the same; kissed him when she thought he was asleep.

But, all too soon, June twenty third rolled around. Sam awoke in Danny's arms, tears already stinging her eyes within the first two minutes of being awake. She turned to Danny, lightly shook him awake, and pressed her lips against his.

Tears flew freely from her eyes. "I can't believe your leaving," she trembled.

He shook his head, grabbing her face and pressing his lips harshly against hers. He pulled away, seriously sobbing. "I don't want to leave."

"I don't want you to leave either!" she cried, sitting up and hugging him tightly. She pressed her head into his shoulder, trying to memorize his scent.

"Sam, I want you to have something of me to remember me by, okay?" She nodded sickly as he crawled out of the bed, took one of the many photographs of the two together, and cut it down the middle. He handed her the picture of him. It was the one that Danny had snapped of himself kissing her cheek, her laughing and flipping off the camera.

She smiled sickly down at the picture and hugged it as he ransacked his wardrobe. Finally he came back with a rather loose fitting tee shirt, throwing it to her.

"I love you," he whispered. She nodded, headed out of the room, and he followed. She went to her own room, ransacked her own wardrobe, and came back with a huge black tee shirt for him. Not caring either was in the room, they both slipped out of their pajama shirts and pulled on their new shirts they had given each other.

"I'm going to miss you," she croaked, tears still falling thick and fast from her eyes.

"I love you, you bitch," he choked out, laughing.

The two stood there, hugging each other, in one another's shirts, trying not to die of crying.

Both deciding it was time to exit the room, Sam loafed around as Danny packed up his things into a small suitcase. He, every so often, moved towards Sam and kissed her. He kissed away her tears, trying desperately not to cry himself but failing. She hugged him, nuzzling against his chest, trying to prevent him from packing. But he pulled away and finished, all too quickly.

Sam burst into fresh tears. Her stomach hurt, just thinking about the prospect of leaving him. Her heart felt heavy, sickly. She gasped for breath before lurching into his arms. The two stood there for the longest time, holding each other, both sobbing rather hysterically.

Until suddenly, Vlad Masters barged into the room.

A sneer became evident on his face almost immediately. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?"

Danny broke away from her to glare up at Vlad. "Just because I'm moving in with you doesn't mean I like you," he snarled.

Vlad laughed and gave Sam a cunning and mischievous smile. "Who are you?"

"Sam Manson," she said tentatively, snatching Danny's hand nervously.

Vlad's grin broadened as he stared down at her. "Sam Manson, eh?" he asked. He leaned down so he was face level with Sam. "How…interesting."

Danny snarled at him. "Leave her alone, you lonely old man!"

Vlad straightened up and shot daggers at Danny. "Young Daniel," he sneered. "Is that how you talk to your father?"

"It's how I talk to you!"

Rolling his eyes, Vlad grabbed Danny's shoulders and thrust him away from Sam. Danny was dragged away from the room, down the stairs. Sam followed, tears stinging her eyes violently.

As the two walked out the doorway, Sam wrenched Danny's hand free from Vlad's and pulled Danny towards her. "I love you," she whispered, crying.

"I love you too!"

He kissed her, a deep, passionate kiss, the perfect goodbye kiss. Tears mingled with their lips, dampening their kiss, but neither of them caring.

They kissed for as long as they could; they just didn't want to stop. But they eventually pulled away for air, and Vlad seized the opportunity.

He dragged Danny away, a leer high on his features. He opened the door for Danny, bending low as if he were a servant. He was going to drive to his new home in a limo; Danny would have traded his left hand just to stay with Sam.

Finally Vlad pushed Danny into the car. Sam jumped down the steps, tears making his shirt stick to her skin. Danny gained dominance and rolled down the window. He stuck his head out as the car began to roll away.

"I fucking love you!" he screamed.

"I fucking love you, too, Danny!" she screamed back, sobbing, reaching out for him as he drove away from her life for ever.