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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!

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-Danny's POV-

School? It was unbearable before, but now, without the prospect of seeing Sam's face afterwards, it was just a living hell.

I trudged through it, alone, new. What was wrong with me? Why were people staring so strangely? Was it my bloodshot eyes, my crumpled hair, the black shirt I was wearing that was so obviously a girl's?

I stuck my head into it and tried not to just break down. I missed her so much.

Finally school ended, and I trudged back to Vlad's mansion. He was away in his study; I didn't care. I crawled to my room, seeking solace in the picture of Sam sticking her middle finger at me.

I missed how she was so vulgar, how she was so open with me. I missed her kisses, her hugs, the feel of her stomach beneath my fingers.

Sitting down on the bed (I refused to call it my bed), I idly did my homework, not even thinking about it, just going through the motions. When I was finished, I just leaned down, lying on my back—

—and cried.

-Sam's POV-

His name was Tucker.

He was nice enough, but no Danny. He was concerned about me, I could tell that much. He was making me laugh weakly, too. At one point he said, laughing, "warning: falling in love can cause stomach cramps, headaches, relentless crying, and the inability to stop reading sad romantic books and short stories."

I nodded in acceptance at what he said. How freaking true!

By the time the day was over, we had exchanged phone numbers. He did that stupid phone thing to his ear, waving it around slightly and mouthing "call me!" as he headed towards his bus. I laughed at him, feeling a little better, but also still very depressed.

Walking home, I quietly headed to my room and fought against tears. I didn't want to sound tearful if Tucker called; and sure enough, over the intercom, Karin told me I had a phone call.

Trudging down the stairs, I picked up the phone.

"Tuck?"

"Hi!" he called out. "Feel any better, Sammy?"

I wrinkled my nose. "Uh, not really."

"Aw!" I could tell from his voice that he was seriously upset by the news. Knowing someone cared was kind of nice.

"I need to find a way to cheer you up," he swore to me. I bit back a laugh; me and cheering up just didn't sound like they would mix. But he invited me to a movie. I asked Karin and she said I could go, handed me the nine dollars admission, and told me to be back by six.

We chose a comedy, of course. He told me the time, and we both hung up.

I was going to a movie. I wondered if I would laugh at all during it.

Unfortunately, a memory floated into my mind, causing tears to bite at my eyes.

Danny and I were ten and twelve. He had gotten fifty dollars for his birthday, and he waved it around. "Let's go see a movie," he laughed, and I had agreed.

It was a romantic movie. It was the first movie I had seen in a theater for four years, so it was sort of special to me. At one point, when the romantic tension was very thick, Danny leaned over and kissed me gently on the lips.

I had made a face. "What was that for?" I asked, not really knowing why my heart was beating wildly in my chest.

He shrugged, grinning, and bent down to peck my lips again. "I wanted to see what it was like," he said.

My first kiss…and I was sharing the moment over, in a different environment, with a different person.

No, I wouldn't laugh. But I was confident I would cry.