Thanks for the reviews. :D

Someone gave me a smiley in their review. THAT MADE ME GO SMILEY. Because I love smileys. XXXD It's quite obvious.

Anyway. Yeah.

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!

Lalalaa! PS - this wasn't intended to be a fluffy moment between Tuck and Sam, it was like a pick-me-up. Like my best guy friend and I dance a lot even though we both have no interest in one another. So...this is like that XD

-Sam's POV-

Tucker prattled about the movie.

"DID YOU SEE THAT? IT WAS SO FUNNY! WHEN THE SCREAM IMPERSONATOR CAME OUT, I WAS LAUGHING SO HARD—hey, Sam, you okay?"

I looked up, startled, and gave him a shaky grin. "As good as I've been since we started talking," I told him with a slight sigh. He frowned, putting an arm around me.

"Cheer up, Sammy!" he exclaimed. I winced at the use of Danny's old nickname for me. He didn't notice my discomfort, however; he just proceeded to grab my hands, causing me to lurch forward with a squeal, and randomly start to dance with me.

"What the hell are you doing!?" I yelped. We were outside, at recess, and people were staring at us with cool dislike. We were both probably the most unpopular kids in the school.

"Dancing!" he laughed. He made me dip and almost dropped me, but caught me in time to thump me in the back and spring me back up to a standing position.

I tried to grumble in protest, but had to admit to myself it was kind of fun. "What are we dancing to?" I asked him. He thought for a moment, latching his fingers through mine and waving my body around frantically. Dipping me, his lips pursed, he started to sing with a crackly voice that was horrible on purpose.

"We are all still the same, dear. I have owned this life forever; I will always remain."

I stared at him in horror. "Why on earth are you singing Stiff Kittens!?" I asked him, fighting the urge to break out in laughter. That song was no song to slow dance to! I had to admit, though, his crappy voice and the song he chose brought a smile to my face.

He shrugged. "I felt like singing it," he said, spinning me around and twisting my hand.

"If you show me heaven, I will meet you there," he screamed, out of tune completely with the song. I marveled for a moment that he knew the song—Blaqk Audio, one Danny's and I's favorite bands, ironically—but ignored it. I assumed anyone who liked rock would know the band by now.

"How it breaks their hearts that we've made an art, of desecrating our sanctuaries," I sang along with him, actually trying to sing. After a moment's hesitation, I noticed that he wanted me to sing; so I did. "We're one and the same, dear, you were born for this. Forever forget your restraint."

A dip, a twirl, and people staring and jeering at us.

"Technogeek and Goth girl are hitting it on!"

"What a slut, moving from that other nerd so quickly!"

"No wonder her parents put her up for adoption—she's friggin' bipolar!"

I ignored the jeers and, surprisingly, enjoyed Tuck and I's strange moment together. It was fun, in a weird, out of the ordinary way.

"Remnants of a past here pass like light through dust as memories fall like fleeting pain," we sang together, me dipping him and him coming back with a twirl for me.

Finally, we stepped away from each other, getting ready to scream the last line at each other; "HOW IT BREAKS THEIR HEARTS, THAT WE MADE AN ART, OF DESECRATING OUR SANCTUARIES!" we hollered, and both broke out in giggles.

People stared. "Go get a room!" some prep hollered, and the crowd dissolved in laughter. But Tucker and I didn't care; it really was awesome, just being able to have a somewhat happy moment. It was nice to smile, even though it hurt somewhat to move my mouth in that way when Danny wasn't around. Sure, he could still visit me randomly at night when he was aloud, but honestly. I wasn't going to deceive myself;

How long did I honestly think he'd care enough to keep coming?