WRG: Okay, I don't want to mention the amount of reviews in front of Em, so I won't. She isn't here right now, but I'm sure she'll show up soon. About this chapter's title, it's a line from a country song. See if you can guess it. I'll do this with the rest of the chapters too. (is waiting for Em to show up to do the disclaimer) Where is she? She is usually interrupting me right now. Oh well, I'll do it myself.

I do not own Danny Phantom.

Sam slowly turned around. "Hi, Danny. Nothing's wrong. I'm not crying." She always did her best to mask any and all feelings from Danny. It usually worked, but unfortunately for her, Danny wasn't convinced.

"Sam, the tears are still falling. Now tell me why you're crying." Sam sighed. There was no way she could tell him the truth, and he would notice if she was lying. Then, an idea struck her.

"It's nothing, really. On my way home, I just heard a song that made me think of a death." There. That wasn't a lie. Now Danny should believe her.

"I know you aren't telling me everything." Okay, maybe not. It's almost like he is the one capable of using telepathy, not me. Wait a minute! What if he can use telepathy? I mean, he is extremely powerful, and Clockwork seems to be able to read minds. Oh no! If he's a telepath, there's no way of knowing what he knows and what he doesn't. Now Sam had a look of complete fear on her face since she wasn't trying to hide her emotions. Danny was ... confused, to say the least. "Sam? What's going on? You look like you've seen, well, a ghost for the first time." He wouldn't ask me that if he knew what I was thinking. I mean, if he didn't want me to know he was a telepath, which I'm not sure of. This is giving me a headache. I'd listen to what he was thinking if I hadn't promised myself that I would only do that to teachers, Paulina and company, my 'parents', and enemies.

Sam decided that she would answer to his comment that made her freak..

"Danny, I'm not telling you everything for a reason."

"What's the reason?" If Danny wasn't curious before, he was now.

"I'm not supposed to."

"Why not?" He was starting to get a little ticked off, but any anger was soon dispelled when he heard her answer.

"I was told not to do so by a very good friend. I don't want to disobey her. I'd feel guilty." It was true. Linda had been her best friend for the three years Sam had known her.

"So, whose death were you thinking about?" Danny asked this slowly and sympathetically. Instead of speaking her answer, Sam just turned her face away from him. She didn't want him to see her cry anymore. Understanding what she was trying to say, Danny just flew over to her, silently changed back, and wrapped his arms around her. Sam turned her body so that she was facing him. Danny picked her up slightly and moved her onto his lap. It was a sadly cute picture. Danny was rocking gently back and forth while Sam was crying onto his chest. They stayed like that for what seemed like forever, but was really only about two hours. Danny realized that Sam had fallen asleep and gently moved her so that she was lying on the bed instead of curled up next in his lap. He smiled at her sleeping form. I love you, Sam. Hopefully, I'll be able to tell you soon. Even though she had cried herself to sleep, Sam had a contented smile on her face. Wonder what she's dreaming about. He subconsciously leaned down and kissed her forehead. She didn't stir, but her smile seemed to grow. He blushed and then went ghost without his cry, which he had dropped in sophomore year, and flew home. As soon as he got in his room, Danny looked at the clock. Its neon green numbers told him that the time was about 2:30 A.M. He sighed and flopped onto his bed to get some sleep. It was going to be a long day. He could already tell.

Em: WRG isn't here right now.(grins evilly) She wanted me to tell you that Tuck and Val will be in the next chapter. WRG also wanted me to ask everyone to say who they think should discover all of Sam's huge secret. Choose from Danny, Tucker, Valerie, and the Mansons. She would also like an example of how insert choice here finds out.

WRG: (in distance yelling) Curse you, evil Writer's Block!!!