Because I fucking felt like it. XD
Friday, I'm in Love by the Cure makes me feel warm and fuzzy.
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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-Sam's POV-
I awoke with a start, moaning in despair at the lack of body heat next to me. I missed him…
I gasped when I remembered I had school. I jumped out of bed, falling onto the ground, and groped for my alarm clock.
"Fuck!" I shouted, scrambling around. Six thirty! School started in an hour! I jumped from the floor, knowing that I wouldn't have enough time to get all fancy and make the thirty-minute walk to school. I groaned, rubbing at my eyes, throwing on a pair of sweats and the shirt Danny had given me. I ran to the bathroom, ran a brush through the lump of hair that was perched on top of my head, and gave up taming it. I snapped one of the hair scrunchies off of my wrist and pulled my hair into a small pony tail at the nape of my neck.
Dashing from the bathroom after brushing my teeth and doing other necessities, I checked the clock. Six fifty two; I had just enough time to run down the steps, scarf a bagel, and head towards school.
I grabbed my bag, not double checking to make sure I had everything, and snapped my iPod to my belt. Sticking the headphones up over my ears, I rubbed angrily at my eyes once again to get the sleep out of them.
Then, dashing out of the room, I stumbled down the steps. One foot plummeted in front of the other, twisting around one another and my messenger bag. My foot smashed through my headphone's cords, causing me to trip even more than I already was. "Ahh," I moaned, finally on the bottom landing and leaning against the wall to steady myself.
This, very obviously, wasn't going to be a day in favor of Sam.
Grabbing the bagel I had promised myself, I jetted from the building and down the sidewalk. It was rather cool. I wrapped my arms around myself, mouthing the words to The Missing Frame rather sadly. I still couldn't believe I had fallen asleep to him singing; he had a surprisingly gentle voice…
I tried to fight the oncoming wash of tears. God. Damn. It! Did he have to leave me again? I sighed, wrapping my arms tighter around myself, burying my nose into his shirt. It was really difficult without him; I could hardly breathe, let alone function.
-Danny's POV-
I smashed my fist into Vlad's stupid face. "I hate you," I hissed at him. He laughed.
"Hate, didn't we have this discussion?" he sneered. He blocked my next fist effortlessly, not even burdened with my last one. "Soon enough, you'll be like me." He whipped around, taking me by surprise, and kicked me hard in the stomach.
I fell back with a very painful "oof!" and landed on my back. I winced, rubbing my stomach with a hand as I glared venomously up at Vlad. He stood above me, smirking broadly. Of course he was stealing money; his goonies had done a lot of the dirty work for him but he had been there, just so he could fight me.
I reached for the bags of money, trying to take him by surprise, but he pulled them from my reach. He laughed viciously. "Son, I must ask you not to interfere with my life." A sly smile. "Because I am positive that soon, you will be joining me." And as he spun on his heel, he clicked out of sight. I bounded up, shaking my fist at the air, ready to roar at it—
—fearful that what he said was true.