Ch 7: Grief
The series of nightmares that Danny was having began to gradually cease. Every morning before breakfast, Vlad would look at him with concern, but Danny would always tell him,
"I'm fine Vlad. Really…I am."
Vlad would always shake his head. He knew Danny right down to his very soul. So he knew when something was bothering him.
School was somehow different. Sam and Tucker were Danny's only friends, and Mr. Lancer (even though Danny hated to admit it) was his favorite teacher. So, what classmate do you turn to? During lunch period, Danny mostly sat alone until that day when Valerie sat down next to him.
"Danny…I need to tell you something," she said.
Danny stopped picking at his food and stared gloomily up at her.
"This isn't going to be easy to talk about because it's about Sam."
Suddenly, Danny's emotions perked up. The constant dreams of Sam rattled his brain. His gloomy expression turned into a look of complete attention.
"When the ghost king came, Sam and I talked a lot about…you," she said.
"Oh? Ha…ha," Danny said with his fake laugh. "What about me?"
"She liked you. You know that don't you," Valerie said.
Danny stopped and thought about his feelings for Sam. Sure he liked her, but he could never figure out if he truly loved her until it was too late.
"It always seemed like everyone knew that she loved you except for you."
Danny appreciated that fact that Valerie was trying to cheer him up. However, she was making him feel guiltier than anything.
"Valerie I-"
"And you liked her too. You still do."
Valerie stood up with her tray as the lunch bell rang.
"See ya around Fenton," Valerie said.
Even though lunch was now over, Danny just sat there looking down at his tray. He felt a little better though. He now knew all along that Sam loved him. He just wished he could have returned his feelings.
