Sam eyes fluttered until they were completely open. She glanced around, dazed.
"Where am I?" she wondered out loud. Sam strained her ears to quietly hear a shuffle of shoes in the next room. She twisted her neck to get a good view of her bedroom door. "Hello?"
"Hey, Sammy," Danny whispered, traveling into the room. Sam lifted herself up, leaning against a pillow.
"Where am I?" she asked, again.
"Your room."
"Why?"
"You blacked out when I told you I wasn't really Tucker."
"Oh." Sam paused before asking, "How did you two pull it off? I mean, I actually fell for it!"
"Tucker told me some stuff," Danny mumbled." You know, some information so I could act like him. Plus, we're best friends. We're basically brothers!"
Sam nodded, playing with her fingers. "True, true. But, why did he do that? Plan this...plan?"
"I think, it was because he wanted us to realized that we like each other," Danny simply said. Because of that, there was a sudden awkward silence hanging in the air. Sam glanced around the room, looking for something to talk about, but Danny had it covered.
"Do you really wear fuzzy slippers?" he whispered, cocking his head to the side. Sam looked at Danny, smiling shyly. She pulled off her covers, showing her legs. And on her feet, were the famous purple fuzzy slippers.
"Yes," Sam whispered back. "But, you're not supposed to know." Danny chuckled as he returned the fallen sheets to Sam, blushing a slight pink.
"Did you really mean what you said in Literature?" he asked, sitting next to Sam on her bed.
"What is this? Twenty-Questions?" Sam exclaimed, rolling onto her side. No way, was she going to answer that!
"No, it's Two-Questions. And this is the second," Danny rolled her onto her back, once more. "Now, answer the question." Sam sighed heavily, as she glanced around the room. Maybe she could stall until he forgot. "I'm not going to forget, so answer it." Dang, he was basically reading her mind.
"Alright, alright, fine," Sam inhaled deeply, trying to calm her nerves. Her heart was going terribly wild. "I did." Danny's shoulders were tense, up until the point where Sam spoke. He relaxed immediately, laying on the bed, next to Sam. For a while, neither one of the two spoke. Until Sam decided to.
"So...?" she urged, beaming. "Are you going to say anything?" Danny sighed, wrapping his arms around Sam's waist. He looked her in the eye, grinning.
"Nope."