A/N: Up-date, at last! This is for Evelyn ebcause...well...she knows why. Anywho, sorry for the long wait - .

Doce Corazones
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Twelve Hearts

Danny sighed as he walked out the shower and started to get dressed, pulling on the regular clothes he was known for: his white and red T-shirt and some blue jeans. He tried to get his hair in some order, but found it useless. The regular locks of hair fell right back into place. He grinned. Sam used to love messing with his hair when they were younger. He remembered one time when she actually tried to put it into a mohawk. Two words: fashion disaster.

He walked out the bathroom and bounded down the stairs. "I'm going out!" he shouted over his shoulder, grabbing his sweater, and opening the door. He heard a muffled shout form his mom behind him, but took it only as the obvious "Be careful for those ghosts."

Danny tugged at his sweater, still pulling it down over his head. He rubbed his hands together as a cold, October breeze swept across the town, blowing at him. He shivered and stuffed both hands in his pockets. He cleared his throat and continued walking the five, short blocks to Sam's place.

The walk was short and thankfully, uneventful. As he went, he thought about the night before. Maybe he should have bought Sam something, for her birthday. After missing the movie-date he'd promised, he could at least get her something, a book maybe.

Without realizing it, Danny took notice that he'd said 'date'. Against the cold, he felt his cheeks and ears warms, the numbness of his cold face melting away. He smiled a little. Maybe Tucker was right. Even after all these years, his and Sam's strong friendship still gave him a blushing moment every now and then. He sighed, and decided maybe he should get her something. Something small at least. He smiled. He knew just the thing.

Meanwhile, Sam lay on her bed right then. She glared at the ceiling, mad as hell and then again, feeling a bit guilty. She stared at the phone next to her. He'd been calling all morning, she knew. And each time, she'd failed to pick up the phone. It wasn't so much that she feared she might yell at him for missing the party and making him feel bad, no. It was more she worried about feeling guilty herself and forgiving him just like she always did. The guy needed to learn to be more considerate. Having ghost powers was a set-back, true. But he could have at least come to apologize personally.

Better late than never. Did he not understand what that meant?

Groaning and muttering something under her breath, she turned over onto her side, facing her window and tugging the blankets around her otherwise briefly clothed body around her tightly. She hadn't felt like getting out of bed at all that morning, and so still wore her night clothes: a simple, loose, spaghetti strap purple shirt and some random warm pants.

Imagine her surprised when she saw something that looked like a white-gloved hand holding a seemingly purple colored rose in front of her window. Her eyes wide, she nearly screamed.

But she recognized that hand and knew it immediately as belonging to the one and only ghost hybrid Danny Fenton/Phantom. Scowling, she got out of bed and proceeded to opening her window and turning over to look up. As she did so, she noticed Danny sitting there just over her on the ledge of her window, looking right back down. "Danny!" she exclaimed.

"Uhm...morning, Sam," he said, rose still in hand and grinning sheepishly. "You look..." the smile left his face. "Not happy..."

"Really? I hadn't noticed," Sam said sarcastically, and slipped what part of her body rested outside her window back inside. Danny blinked, and when he didn't follow, heard a shout from inside say, "Danny! Get your sorry butt in here!"

He winced, and did just so, not wanting to get the obviously already angry goth even madder. And sure enough, there she stood: arms crossed, foot tapping, and angry scowl on her face. He only stood there, dumbfounded, before finally lifting up the rose to her and grinning. "Uhm...for you?"

Sam lumped her shoulders and took the purple rose from him. Her expression softened. "Danny..." she sighed and went to sit on her bed, staring at the rose in her hand. Danny frowned.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly. "For missing you last night. Skulker really got me into trouble, and I couldn't make it."

"Couldn't you have at least told me? Better late than never, no?" Sam asked, trying desperately to keep the angry frown on her face, but failing miserably and looking more like a fractured mirror than an angry tiger ready to attack.

"I was going to," Danny said promtly. "But I just couldn't face you, I was afraid you might be angry."

"How does this make it any better?" she asked, holding the rose up to him. He smiled and came to sit next to her. Sam watched him, bringing the rose back to her chest.

"It's your favorite color," he whispered in her ear, then tickled her exposed belly. She laugehd and pushed him away, hugging herself.

"Thanks, Danny," she said.

Then, to both teens' surprise, there was a knock on the door, coming from downstairs, then a ring of the doorbell. Both blinked and stared at each other. Danny shrugged. "Tucker said he was at an interview. It can't be him."

"Well it's not my parents, they aren't due for another week," Sam said then. Another ring of the doorbell. Both turned and stood up again, Danny resuming human form.

Who could it possibly be?

E/N: uhm...yeah...:-P

--Airamé Phantom