WRG: Well, I'm just going to say that I don't own DP or the songs in this chap. and get on to the story.
Previously:
"Sam, what do you want to talk about?" Sam could tell he was worried about what she was going to say.
His worry increased tenfold at her reply: "Us."
"W-what do mean 'us'?" Sam could tell that he was worried that she didn't want to be friends with him anymore, which was partially true.
"I mean our relationship. Danny, do you know how I feel when I'm with you?" She wondered if he caught the song reference in her question.
"We're best friends, that's all, right?" She sighed, apparently he didn't.
"It's true that we're best friends, but that's not what I asked. I'm going to sing a song, and I want you to really listen to the words." Danny's eyes widened. It was a rare treat to hear Sam sing.
"You're really going to sing?"
"Yes, now be quiet." She took a deep breath and began to sing,
"Confetti fallin' from the sky
My hometown on the Fourth of July
A midnight snow on Christmas Eve
Like standin' up for what you believe
That's how I feel when I'm with you
That's how I feel when I'm with you
That's how I feel
That's how I feel when I'm with you
Your lucky coat, the first day of fall
When you wake up laughin' just because
An old church door that stays wide open
A perfect heart that's never been broken
That's how I feel when I'm with you
That's how I feel when I'm with you
That's how I feel
That's how I feel when I'm with you
That's how I feel when I'm with you
Every day there's something new
To cry about, to laugh about
Those moments I can't live with out
That's how I feel
That's how I feel
When I'm with you."
Sam looked at Danny and saw that he was speechless. "I mean every word, Danny." Danny looked at her. He decided to use part of his earlier idea to reply.
"I have a song that I was going to sing to you anyway, but I think that just the first verse and the chorus would work." He paused, took a deep breath, and sang,
"Well I've heard those city singers singin' 'bout how they can love
Deeper than the oceans, higher than the stars above
Well, I come from the country and I know I ain't seen it all
But I heard that oceans salty and the stars, they sometimes fall
But that would not do justice to the way I feel for you
So I have to sing this song about all the things I knew
My love is deeper than the holler, stronger than the rivers
Higher than the pine trees growin' tall upon the hill
My love is purer than the snowflakes that fall in late December
And honest as a robin on a springtime windowsill
And longer than the song of the Whippoorwill."
"I didn't know that you were such a good singer, Danny." Danny smiled sheepishly.
"I'm nowhere near your level, Sam. That song is true, by the way. I love you more than anything in the world. I can't even remember a day when I didn't love you." Sam was in awe. She never thought that had loved her for as long as she had loved him.
"Wow, Danny. That was really cliché, but I don't care 'cause what I'm about to say is too. Danny, I love you with all my heart, and nothing will ever be able to make me stop, not even death." That's what true love is, after all. It's when two people love each other even after death. Sam looked into her love's eyes and couldn't look away. It was the same for Danny. They both leaned in slowly. In seconds, each embraced the other in a sweet kiss. It wasn't like the fake-out make-outs the two had shared previously. The kiss was only about four seconds long, but Sam and Danny both felt as if it lasted longer. When they pulled away, both had smiles on their faces. Sam then remembered Linda's idea of how to defeat Ara. "Danny, Linda has an idea of how to defeat Ara, and you're part of it." She then explained what the two old friends had been talking about downstairs. He was shocked that Linda had read everyone's minds and even more so that his powers weren't the reason that he was in the idea. Danny did agree that it sounded like a good idea, and it was the only thing they had. They then went down to rejoin the others, while holding hands of course.
Em: (walks into room while appearing to dust off her hands and sees readers) Oh, hi! Weird isn't here at the moment. She's, uh, (smiles evilly) tied up right now.
WRG: (muffled, in another room, screaming) Get them away from me! Em, please stop! I don't like snakes. I'm sorry for ignoring you.
Em: I said that she'd pay. Anyway, I guess that she's had enough. I have a feeling that she'll be working on her other story for a while. Dakota has been wanting to continue her tale. (If you want to know who she is, read Shaping Love which is a CL fic.)