Disclaimer: Checks list of things she owns. Nope...still don't own McFLY

A/N: I'm baaaaaack. The dance thing went well. I was super nervous, but I feel like I did the best I could. But enough about that, let's get on with a new chapter shall we? I actually think this is a good chapter to come back with. It gives a little background info on Sam. Plus, it's pretty long, so hopefully that helps make up for two weeks of not posting anything. Enjoy!

Chapter Four

"You made it!" I jumped up from the couch and hugged Brad. "You just missed everyone else, they left like fifteen minutes ago." It was next night; my party had just ended. The only people that were left were the guys, and now Brad. He put his arm around my waist and grinned. "Yeah, I can't stay long though."

"Why not?"

"I have my final test at tomorrow morning at eight, I have to get some sleep, but I wanted to meet this guy you've been talking about for the past two weeks."

Danny got up from the couch and put out a hand. "I guess that would be me. I'm Danny."

Brad didn't shake his hand, and I felt his arm tighten around my waist. "Right. So you're done with this whole guitar thing right? You're leaving?"

I was shocked. "You don't just ask something like that," I said.

Danny put down his hand and looked at me. "It's cool." He turned to Brad. "Yeah, our plane leaves tomorrow at one."

"Good."

I was stunned he would say something like that. "Brad!"

He merely shrugged. "Look, I got to go. I'll talk to you later." He kissed me and left without even saying goodbye to Danny.

I looked at Danny. "I'm sorry. I don't know what's gotten into him."

He shrugged. "You shouldn't have to apologize for him. It's not your fault."

I sighed. "I know. He doesn't usually act like that though."

"Don't worry about it."

I smiled, and then noticed the rest of the guys putting on their coats. "Aw, do you guys have to leave?"

Tom nodded. "Yeah we have a ton of stuff to pack up," he looked at Danny, "You going to come back with us?"

Danny shook his head. "I'm going to hang out here for a bit."

Tom nodded. "Alright."

I went over and hugged Tom, then Harry, and finally Dougie. "I'm going to miss you guys, even though I barely know you. Dinner last night was fun."

Harry smiled. "It was. I would say we should do it again soon, but there's kind of going to be an ocean between us."

I gave a sad smile. "Yeah, that could be a problem. Alright, you guys better get going."

They walked out the door all echoing, "Bye."

"Bye." I called as I shut the door. I turned around. Danny was gone. I found him sitting on my bed with a huge box at his feet. "What's this?"

He grinned. "Your birthday present."

"You already gave me a birthday present."

"Well, here's another one."

I sat next to him. "Can I open it now?"

"Yep."

I pulled off the wrapping paper and opened the giant box. "Oh wow…" I softly said looking down at it. It was a black guitar. "Wait. Is this your guitar?" He was still grinning and now nodded. "Your…your giving me your black guitar?"

He rolled his eyes, a smirk replacing the grin. "No, I just decided to wrap it up."

I screamed and hugged him. "Thank you so much! You don't know how much I love this guitar."

I pulled back and found myself not doing anything but looking at him. Everything else faded as I just stared into those crystal blue eyes. Next thing I knew we were leaning in, and, at the last second I turned my head and he ended up kissing my cheek. I sighed, resting my forehead gently on his shoulder, cursing myself for having a conscience and a boyfriend. "Danny, I have a boyfriend, and even if I didn't, you're leaving tomorrow."

I heard him sigh too. "Yeah, I know. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that."

"It was as much me as you." Things had gotten slightly uncomfortable.

He started to get up. "Maybe I should go…"

I grabbed his arm. "No! Don't go. Please. After tonight I'm probably never going to see you again. At least, not in person."

He sat back down. "So how long have you been dating Brad?" he asked.

I smiled, relived he wasn't leaving. "A little over nine months."

"Wow. That's quite awhile."

"Yeah."

"You guys going to the same college in the fall?"

I shook my head. "I'm taking a year off before college and he's not going."

"Why not?"

I shrugged. "His family's rich. So he feels he doesn't have to get a job, therefore he doesn't need college."

"Interesting."

I laughed. "Not really."

He smiled. "I know. But I didn't what else to say."

"You could've changed the subject."

"That seemed kind of rude."

I shrugged. "Not really."

Danny smiled. "Fine, this is me changing the subject." Then his face grew serious. "Can I ask how your parents died? Or do you not want to talk about it?" I took a deep breath and scooted backward on the bed till my back was against the wall. Danny did the same. "You don't have to if you don't want to."

I took another deep breath. "No, its fine. They died in a car crash. When I was eleven. Todd was only seventeen, and so we got separated and put into foster care. Let's just say it wasn't a fun experience."

Danny looked at me sharply, concern immediately showing. "Did something happen to you when you were in foster care?"

I shook my head. "No, nothing like that. It was just hard. I had just lost my parents. Then I was separated from my brother. I felt alone. My foster parents were nice, but they just didn't understand how I felt. I felt like they were trying to become my parents, so I basically isolated myself from them, spent all my time in my room. Todd turned eighteen six months later, and took custody of me."

Danny took a breath and let it out slowly. "Wow. So it's basically been you and your brother ever since then?"

I nodded. "Pretty much, we've always gotten along well. Both our parents worked, so Todd basically watched me a few hours after school till my mom got home, and my father," I took a breath, "I was never close with him, he was almost always gone on business trips. When I did see him I was lucky if he was home for a week, then he'd be gone for another three months."

"That must have been hard."

"Not really, that's how I grew up. I didn't know anything different. I don't know what I would have done if I had lost Todd too though. We were always pretty close. We grew up in a nice neighborhood, so no one really understood how our family worked."

"The age gap never bothered you?"

"When we were younger, we'd fight sometimes, but after our parents died, we comforted each other. Todd knew what I was feeling; we bonded over that. He didn't try to become my parent. He understood that's not what I needed."

"What did you need?"

I shrugged. "During the six months in foster care I became pretty independent, or rather, as independent as an eleven-year-old could be. I grew up a lot in those six months. I think I grew in fear though; I was scared I was never going to see Todd again; I wanted to be able to take care of myself. At the time I didn't know, but I think I just needed him there, knowing he was always there for me made me feel secure and safe."

Danny put his arm around my shoulder. "Sounds like you had a rough time growing up."

I gave a half-laugh. "Hardly, I still grew up in a nice neighborhood. We never went without food. I can't complain too much." I looked at him. "I'm sorry, I'm probably boring you to death."

He shook his head. "No, not at all. It's actually really interesting. So how did dance come into the picture? Seems like you wouldn't have time for it."

I smiled. "I actually had too much time. Todd missed too much school during the six months in foster care, because he was too busy going to meetings arranging to take custody of me when he turned eighteen. So he had to take summer school to graduate. He had school over the summer, I didn't. So I signed up for some summer dance classes and basically spent my summer there. I got addicted to it, and the rest is history," I finished yawning.

"Sounds like your getting tired. I should probably get going."

I yawned again. "Wait! Stay a few more minutes."

We just sat there in silence for a while. The last thing I remember is putting my head on his shoulder. Next thing I know I'm waking up to the sun shinning through my window. Something was different though, then I realized, Danny was still next to me. "Uh-oh, this is not good. Danny. DANNY! Wake up."

"I'm up, I'm up. What? Oh man." He opened his eyes just as my door opened.

"Sam, you better get up, it's te- what the…" Todd had just caught sight of Danny.

Danny quickly got up, "It's not what it looks like. We fell asleep and-" He didn't get a chance to finish because Todd punched him.

"Todd!" I was up in a flash and pushing him out of my room. "Get out!"

Todd tried to protest, "But…"

I shoved him out and shut the door and locked it, then went over to Danny. "I am so sorry! Are you ok?"

He pulled his hand from his face. "Yeah, I think so."

"You're bleeding!"

He sat on the bed. "Really. I'm fine."

"I'll be right back, I'm going to get you some paper towels. Stay here."

I opened my door and went into the kitchen. Todd was there. "Sam I…"

I looked at him. "What is your problem? We fell asleep! You know I wouldn't do anything."

He looked at the floor. "Yeah, I know. I wasn't thinking."

I grabbed some paper towels and wet them. "No, you weren't." I went back to my room and handed the paper towels to Danny. "Here, let me see your face." As I looked at it, I couldn't help but wince a little, he had a cut on his cheek and a bruise was starting to form under his eye. "I can't believe he hit you!"

He wiped his face. "I'm fine, honestly. I really have to get going though, my plane leaves in three hours." He got up from the bed.

I walk with him to the living room. "Well, I wish you were leaving on a better note." He laughed.

Todd was in the living room and when he saw us walk in he came up to Danny. "Hey I'm sorry, I shouldn't have punched you."

Danny shrugged. "It's cool. I probably would've done the same thing if it was my sister." Todd nodded and left the room. I turned to Danny. "So I guess this is it?"

He looked at me. "I'll keep in touch."

I rolled my eyes. "Please, you not going to have time to keep in touch with a girl you knew for two weeks."

"I will. I promise."

I sighed. "Well, I don't mean to sound bitter, but I'm not holding my breath."

He shrugged. "You'll see."

"I guess I will. Now, come here, cause your not leaving without a hug." He laughed, and hugged me. We just stood there, neither one really wanting to let go. I finally pulled away. "Alright, you better go, the last thing you need is to miss your plane." I felt myself starting to tear up. "Ugg! This is not happening."

He smiled and hugged me again. "Don't worry, I always keep my promises."

I hugged him tight. "I hope so."

He pulled away and opened the front door. "I do."

I nodded, "Ok. I'll believe you."

He smiled sadly. "So…I guess this is bye." I just stood there, unable to say anything. He leaned down and gently kissed my cheek before walking out the door.

I watched hum drive off, then shut the door and leaned against it, finally letting the tears fall. "Bye," I whispered.

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