Tucker sat in his room beside his gothic friend, who had just arrived after some mad sprint to his house. He'd been waiting for this day for months. She was sitting on his bed trembling her wet skin had goose bumps and her eyes were closed.
"Sam?" Tucker began since they'd been sitting silently for too long.
Sam looked up at her friend who feigned a smile. He wiped some of the wetness from her cheeks. He knew they weren't from the rain.
"I'll admit it Tucker." She whispered.
Tucker shook his head, "Sam please, don't do this to yourself."
"What's the point in denying when we all know that we're lying to ourselves?" She asked bluntly gaining back some strength. Although they both knew she was at her weakest at this point.
Tucker sighed heavily. "Why do you always have to be so brutal to yourself. You know Danny didn't abandon us, there's nothing to admit."
"Tuck...you were right all along." Sam spoke softly.
The boy blinked at her quizzically. "I was?" He asked dumbfounded, Sam never admitted that anyone was right.
"Yeah Tucker. And I'll admit it. And I'll admit that I love Danny and I love him more than anything else. And I'd give anything to be with him." She confirmed her voice was shaking and the tears fell again.
Tucker pulled her shaking body into a hug. "I miss him too Sam..." He whispered wishing that Danny could hear it for himself. They'd both known, and the boy had always told Tucker that he'd wait and play clueless until she came out and said something.
He'd always say. "Sam is Sam. And I'll never know if she truly loves me unless she comes to me. She'll come around and I'll give her everything she deserves when she does."
He waited too long and now Tucker felt sorry that he wouldn't ever see the negative outcome of his game. So Tucker clutched onto Sam tighter in the hopes that maybe he could heal the pain that the game left behind.
Even though all hope Tucker had once held had shattered with their losses.
Danny sat invisibly in the room beside his friends in silence. If he could've he would've cried. If he was able he'd scream. But he was reduced to silence.
He sat there knowing they would never be aware of his presence or of his knowledge. He wanted to leap upward and embrace them both and tell Sam he always knew, but she never officially told him. It wasn't his place. He was nothing if not their memories.
And besides he waited too long and broke their hearts in the process of his own foolishness. And Danny wanted to shed tears, but couldn't.
The dead cannot cry.
Slowly ever so slowly I can feel the stories return to me, which is more than I can say about my confidence hiding in some corner. But I can't credit myself for this one, I want to thank gothangel12345 for giving me some story ideas, I simply twisted her sugggestion for Tucker and Sam having a talk about her feelings while Danny happens to overhear. And well if gothangel wants, I'll make a one-shot just to their liking. In fact anyone who wants can throw challenges at me.