"Are you Phantom Of My Heart?" Jay's excited voiced came from behind me as I set on the table, trying not to let my mind wander. I kept my back to her when I answered.
"Yes, Jaybird."
"Y-y-you know my name?" She stuttered, I could perfectly picture the expression on her face, priceless, jaw hanging open, eyes widing, menatally cursing her injuries.
"Yes, Jaybird." I answered.
"Okay, I'll give you a hint. I used to have brown hair, and I said I never read my work."
"SAM!" I spun around to face her. Her jaw dropped lower a she took in my appearance.
"Who are you?" Jay asked, backing off.
"I'm Sam Manson."
"You don't look like Sam, but you sound like her. But, Sam never wore black."
"Correction, the same you knew never wore black. This is what I really look like Jay. And, there's a . . . a . . . crap."
"A what?" Jay asked, I took my eyes off Tucker. If he was in the english class we were giving to then there was a good chance Danny was too.
"Kid at your table." I finished, shooing her away. I spun around so Tucker couldn't see my face.
"Phantom Of My Heart?" Came a male voice.
"Yes?" I asked, not turning around.
"I finished your poem. Read it, rate it and let me get out of here."
"Fine." I said. And picked up the poem.
***
The girl took her poem back and I glanced across the aisle and down away to see Tucker, who was arguing with some red headed girl. All of a sudden I heard the girl gasp.
"How did you come up with this?" She asked.
"How did you?" I countered.
"Fair enough, but you caught the essance of the poem perfectly. Captured it. It's amazing, I couldn't have done any better."
"Your wrote it, so you probably could have." She shook her head.
"I doubt it."
"What your name, anyway?"
"Sam, what's yours?" I felt the floor fall out from underneath me, but tried to force back the rush to my head.
"Danny." I said with a shaking voice. Her head came up, and our eyes met.
I saw t he face I'd been dreaming of, forcing away, pulling nearer, for the past year. The beautiful eyes, perfect face. She was everything I wanted and more. I saw the total shock on her face, taking in my look, although, she already saw me, so she was studying me like I was studying her.
Silver hoops in her ears, no make up. My arms shook from the effort of not going intanigble and not throwing themselves around her and crying and apologizing.
"Let's walk." She suggested.
I shrugged and gestured for her to lead the way.
It turns out we only went outside of the bulding, but it was deserted.
I turned to face her, never looking away, barely blinking. "Sam, I'm sorry." Were the first words out of my mouth. "I'm sorry for saying the things I did. I'm sorry for not talking to you. I'm sorry for pretending I didn't know you. I'm sorry for just plain being awful to you. You're the best thing to ever happen to me. Ghosts were rallying against me, and I had to make them think I hated you so that none of them would come after me." The words came out in a rush, and I hoped she understood them so that I wouldn't have to repeat it. It was painful enough the first time.
I still didn't take my eyes from her face, so I noticed right away when she started crying. I couldn't stop myself this time. I wrapped my arms around her. She felt so small next to me now. How much had I grown? She sobbed into my shoulder, but held me closer.
"I'm sorry too," She finally whispered in my ear.
***
"There's nothing for you to be sorry for." Danny told me. I could finally think the name without pain. I could finally be without pain, because I was close to him again. But, I had to know one thing. I put my hands on my shoulders so that he was looking me in the eyes.
"Why did you try to kill yourself?" His eyes closed, and I knew he knew I saved him, and that he'd been hoping to avoid the question.
"Becuase I didn't have you." He answered.
I was taken back. I knew I cared that much for him, but to know he cared that much for me was a shock. "Never do that again. I'm not worth dying for." He shook his head.
"No," And for a moment I thought he would agree, then I had to remind myself who he was. No way would he. "You're worth more."
I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him then. It had been hard not kissing him inside, it had been hard waiting until he was finished with his confession. But, that just made the kiss all the sweeter, all the more worth while.
Only the epi and I'm done. There shall be no sequal unless I get a really great idea for one, from maybe a reviwer or my incredibly tired muses. Again, nolapeep owns the poem, some other people own Danny Phantom. I do however, own Jay and the chauffeur.I have some Danny Phantom summaries that I'm willing to hand out if anyone needs something to write. Just pm me. Ideas are appreciated, you'll get your credit. Complaints ignored unless it's in the form of constructive criticism. Reviews motivate me.
~DI4MGZ~
