uhm, here's the chapter, hope you like it, it's christmas eve, this ends up really funny, HOLD UP! BACK TRACK! IT'S CHRISTMAS EVE! WHAT THE HECK AM I DOING ON THE COMPUTER?!?! Oh, right, ah, I'm GIVING YOU A DRABBLY-ONE SHOT THINGY! Be happy, my parents let me get on! But then again...I didn't exactly ask. Heh... and this, like much of my other crap, started off one way and ended up something else. Yeah, I'd intended for this to be somewhat serious the whole way through and failed so now it's just...I don't know. You tell me: review! and now stop reading this and read the content below it. (I don't know if the whole title for this will actually fit on the chapter thing, so I'll just put it down there, too)

The Questions, the Answers, the Answerless, and the Happiness

He'd almost died. He'd almost died, to save me. Me, Goth loser of Casper High. Me, the girl who thought he'd never love her like that. Me, his best friend. Sure, I might've understood had it been Valerie-perhaps Paulina, though the latter is unlikely. But me? Sure, we've known each other since third grade when he moved in. Sure, I've always been there for him. Sure, I know all his secrets. Sure, I'm his best friend. But that doesn't mean that he'd save me rather than his infatuation, Paulina, or his crush, Valerie, does it? Am I just that blind? Or is it him? Or is it both of us?

He's still in the hospital. He's still recovering. He'll be fine, but I still don't understand. Why'd he risk his life to save me when the whole town depends on him? I know what he'd say: it's his duty. But does his duty need to have such dramatic impact? He's only alive because he's already dead. Although that is illogical, it makes perfect sense. But why? Questions keep coming across my mind at full speed, giving me few coherent thoughts compared to the thousands running round and round and round.

Seeing as it wasn't a ghost he'd saved me from, he'd been in human form when he saved my life. My parents had been there, just across the street, watching and waiting for their chance to prove that he didn't deserve to be my friend, that he was a bad influence. Boy, did they get a shocker. Instead of finding logical reason to hate him, they found logical reason to accept him. Because he saved me, their only child.

The gun had been pointed at my head, and he'd pushed me down just before the trigger was pulled. How he saw the gun when it was behind us, I don't know. Perhaps it was due to a new ghost power, perhaps he'd seen a reflection. I don't know. He'd taken the full blow, getting hit hard in the side. The bullet didn't make it to any vital organs, luckily, just pretty much shattering part of one of his ribs. Dash, kicked out of the popular group and having gained a brain, had heard the scream and hadn't been rooted to the spot. He whipped out his cell phone and called an ambulance.

Some things happen and you understand exactly why. This isn't one of those things. I have so many questions, so many questions without answers. Like this one: Why was the guy aiming the gun at my head? What had I done? Was I actually the target? Why was Paulina there? Why is the sky blue? Why does everything have to end up reminding me of him? Why can't I be like every other Goth and just not care? Why does he stick with me? Why does Tuck have to eat so much meat? Why do I ask so many questions? Why can't I find the answers?

After so many questions, it's easy to see that I got off-track, that my questions became more ridiculous and more answerless. Is that even a word? Who knows. I don't really care right now, I have to see him, I have to talk to him, I have to see if I can find some answers. I might not get them all, and I might not understand at the end of the day, but I have to try, I can't give up. In a way, that makes my unmoving stubbornness a good thing to have. I just hope he understands.

When I come in he's already awake. I'm glad, it makes it less awkward. Immediately I start to bombard questions at him, doing the same thing all over again, eventually making no sense and asking answerless questions. Again.

"Why'd you do it? What made you do something so stupid? Why didn't you just go intangible? Why was Dash there? Why is the sky blue? Why save me? Why risk yourself, savior of Amity Park? Why weren't you paying attention to Paulina? Why was Valerie there? Why am I asking you answerless questions? Why do you like Paulina? Why do you like Valerie? Why couldn't it be me? Why-?"

"SAM! Enough with the questions! You're giving me a headache! I can't answer more than thirteen questions at one time-Heck! I can't even answer thirteen questions!" Danny said, throwing his hands in the air. I stared wide-eyed at him, eighteen years old and still as adorable-WAIT A MINUTE! Sam, what are you thinking? Have you gone mad? No…I've started to realize that I, well, like Danny as…How do I put this? I love him. There. I admitted it. Tucker would be so jealous of you right now… Hold up! Back track! What did Danny just say?

"You-you counted how many questions I asked?" I asked incredulously. He grinned sheepishly.

"Yeah…um, Sam? I…I have something…to ask you," he said, looking anywhere but me.

"What is it?" I asked. "Please look at me."

He looked up reluctantly. "I…I think I…love you," he said looking away as he finished the sentence. I was struck dumb. How on Earth…? Oh. Right. The…uhm…connection. Yeah…we do have a psychic-like connection, even though it isn't quite as…strong as you'd expect. We might be able to guess at what the other wants or is feeling, but never exactly. So, he may have peeked accidentally (this happens often) and, well, yeah. Before I could say anything, Danny hurriedly started talking again, using the fast-talk I taught him and making it almost impossible to comprehend what he was saying. "I understand if you don't feel the same we can just forget this ever happened and I guess I was just feeling overconfident I mean why would you like me I'm just a loser nobody who trips over the air in fromphjus."

I smiled as I pulled away, thinking about how cheesy we were, like the characters from the freaking romance novels that I don't know why I like so much but with the roles flip-flopped. "You talk too much," I said as I went in for another kiss.

Danny was ready this time, and I definitely enjoyed it far more than the first one.

"Aww, gross! Did you forget that I was coming today?" Tucker said, standing at the door and trying desperately to wipe the smile off his face. I just smiled at him and kissed Danny again…part to annoy the techno-geek. Danny replied eagerly and I had to pull apart I was laughing so hard. Tuck was laughing too and soon Danny joined us.

Maddie and Jack Fenton came in about a minute later to find us still laughing so hard we could barely breathe and they told us to stop because who knows what would happen to Danny? I just smiled, I knew he was all better, being half-ghost has plenty of wonderful side effects. Like inhumanly fast healing. He may still have a bad bruise but he should be fine now, it's been two days for heaven's sakes!

Then Mr. and Mrs. Fenton wanted to know what had got us laughing so hard and we just started all over again. I had to be half-carried back home because I kept falling into fits of uncharacteristic giggles all the way.

And as I wonder how the day could start off so serious and with so many answerless questions and end up with me laughing myself to sleep, I decide that it's a good thing there are answerless questions.

They're what got me where I am. The rich Goth loser of Amity Park who's ridiculously like a romance novel character, being in love with her best friend and all. But then I think. Best friend? Not any more.

Look out, world. A Goth and a halfa have gotten together. What horrors will befall this town now?