Disclaimer: The title of this chapter and the song excerpt are the property of Hoku. See Chapter 1 for disclaimer on Danny Phantom and Jeremy.
A quick note: Well, I've gotten to about Chapter 7 in the writing process, but this is only the third chapter I've typed up. Hah, Chapter 3, get it? Yeah… Anyway. Wow, you guys are weird... Still, I think I'm going to get more death threats when you guys read Chapter... 5? 6? Darn, I can't remember. Oh, well, you'll kill me sometime.
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Chapter 3: Perfect Day
On this perfect day
Nothing's standing in my way
On this perfect day
Nothing can go wrong
It's the perfect day
Tomorrow's gunna come to soon
I could stay forever as I am
On this perfect day
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Sam couldn't stand talking with Valerie. All she wanted to do was talk about Danny, and Sam didn't want to talk about him. At least, not with her. I don't want to hear about your sexual relations with my best friend! As far as she knew, Danny and Valerie had only slept with each other that one time. At least that was heartening. It was during English when she saw him. He was sitting in the seat before her; she had never seen him there before. The bell rang for class, and it was then Sam discovered her dream date.
"This is Jeremy from New York," Mr. Lancer announced, Jeremy standing beside him. "I'm sure you'll all welcome him."
He gave a brief wave; the class murmured a greeting. Lilac met blue, and it was then Sam knew she was in love. She never thought she would be after Danny, but Jeremy was something special.
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"Hey." The whispered voice tore Sam from the teacher's lecture. Jeremy had been introduce in three of her classes. He sat beside her in this one, and he was leaning over to talk to her. "I've been meaning to ask you—since we share three classes together—would you mind showing me around school?"
Sam had a momentary recollection of Gregor, or Elliot—whatever his name had been. But Jeremy was nothing like that fake exchange student. "Sure," she whispered back.
He smiled at her. His eyes were so bright; they reminded her of Danny. "Great, thanks. You're… Sam, right? Resident goth of Casper High and Amity Park?"
Sam nodded, smiling a real smile for the first time in days. "Yeah, how did you—" Realization dawned on her, and she blused. "Oh, yeah, my dark clothes kind of gave it away, didn't they?"
He laughed softly. "No, actually, it was the book on your desk." He motioned to the romance on her desk. "A little depressing and dark, isn't it?"
"Uh, yeah, but it helps me deal with my own feelings." She quickly tucked the book beneath the textbooks on her desk, smiling weakly.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude," he whispered quickly. "Listen, this might sound totally corny to you, but do you want to eat lunch with me?"
It was corny, but it was cute too. Besides, she was sick of sitting with Danny, Valerie, and Tucker and watching the couple drool over each other. So, she accepted Jeremy's invitation.
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At lunch, she and Jeremy talked about everything. He wanted to be a scientist, specializing in microbiology. Although Sam didn't understand half of what he was saying, she found his career choice fascinating and made a mental note to Google it when she got home. She was completely unaware of the stares they were receiving. Classmates were gawking to see the stoic, emotionless goth laughing, blushing, and having an all-around good time.
Danny, on the other hand, was staring for a completely different reason. Where had this Jeremy guy come from? Why was Sam so enraptured by him? I should've talked to her. Now, she's mad at me and turing to some guy she doesn't even know to make her happy instead. He wanted to smack his head repeatedly against the table he was sitting at, but Valerie chose that moment to slide her hand onto his thigh. He very nearly yelped, and Tucker stared at him. Why did his girlfriend have to choose moments like this to try and get him off?
He grasped her hand, pulling it away. "Stop it," he muttered, giving her a look when she tried to replace her hand.
"God, what is wrong with you?" she demanded.
"With me? What's wrong with you?" he shot back. "The cafeteria is not the best place to be getting me off," he hissed, voice lowered to a whisper.
"I suggested an empty classroom last week. You said no," she reminded him. "You only slept with me that one time, and now you're acting like a dried-up sponge!"
"It's not my fault there's never a right moment," he muttered, feeling his face burn when Tucker pointedly looked away. "Look, we'll talk about it later, okay? My family's going to be gone this weekend. Maybe we can do something then, hmm?" He forced a smile on his face, squeezing the hand he held in his. "I'll make it up to you, okay?"
"We'll have been dating for six months," she informed him, smiling. "I'd like that, just the two of us alone." She rested her head on his shoulder, and he gritted his teeth as she slid her hand onto his thigh once more. "I'll make it special," she whispered in his ear.
But Danny had tuned her out completely, his gaze locked on the laughing and joking couple a few tables away. It wasn't fair that someone else could make her so happy.