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This is the third chapter of a hopefully ongoing story about Danny and Sam . (: I have nothing much to say besides I hope you enjoy reading this and please review ! I appreciate everyone who views . (:
'I can't believe I'm doing this.'
Sam stood outside the large, strangely structured apartment building known as Fenton Works. At a glance, it seemed like a normal town house with red bricking and a deep mahogany door, but if you look up ...
Sam stared up uncertainly at the giant glowing Fenton Works sign, along with the large observatory on top. Either the Fentons were geniuses, or mad scientists.
Taking in a deep breath and pushing all uncertainties in the back of her head, the goth stepped forward onto the doorstep and pressed her finger to the doorbell.
DingDong-we-slay-ghosts-DingDong!
The Manson child raised an eyebrow at the bell. Shuffling sounded, and she turned her attention back to the door. The locks clicked as they turned, and Sam stood expectantly.
The wooden door opened to reveal a messy-haired boy with icy blue eyes staring back at her. He blinked.
"Sam?" He gaped, and for some reason his face turned cherry red. Sam's cheeks turned pink in return. It had been about a week since the two had seen each other, albeit in the halls at school or on Phantom's patrols.
"Um, Danny." She tried to smile enthusiastically, but her face felt tight. "H-hey... You live here?"
"Uh," He continued to stare at her. "Y...yeah." He said, as if confused."What are you doing here?"
"Oh!" Sam mentally slapped herself. 'Fenton. Danny Fenton. Duh!' She thought. "Fenton Works. Right. I uh, wanted to buy some ghost equipment."
A smile crept over Danny's face. "To ward off the late night creepers, huh?" His eyes twinkled in amusement.
The girl looked confused. The halfa shook his head, remembering that he only knew that as Phantom. "Uh, anyway," he quickly recovered, "come on in."
"O...kay," She muttered uncertainly, stepping in as Danny opened the door for her.
"Sweetie?" A feminine voice called from a door in the middle of the hallway. "Who's at the door?"
"A guest, Mom," Danny called in return as Sam slid off her boots. "Sam Manson. She wants to buy some equipment."
"Ohh, an adolescent aware and preparing for ghostly encounters!" She said in glee. A blue head with red tinted goggles popped out from behind the door. "I'll be right there!" It disappeared as quick as it came. Sam chuckled in amusement.
"Yeah, my mom's kind of a ghost enthusiast." the boy snickered. "Be grateful my dad isn't here. He's a little over the top."
"Sounds interesting." Sam said with a quirky smile.
A blue suited woman bounced towards the two, holding a ridiculous amount of equipment in her arms. She set the metallic items down onto the blue dining table in the room next to them. Patting one of the chairs with a smile.
"It's nice to meet you, Sam honey." The woman said as she smiled sweetly at the girl. She pulled her hood-mask off along with her goggles, revealing a beautiful red head with deep violet eyes. Sam's eyes widened.
"It's nice to meet you too, Mrs. Fenton," Sam gazed. "You're really pretty for a mom."
"Oh thanks dear," the elder woman giggled, waving a hand at the ogling girl. Her son rolled his eyes.
"'Kay Sam, you can stop hitting on my mom now," Danny teased as he stepped into the kitchen. Sam flushed and shook her head at the accusation.
"I was not," Sam protested. Maddie rolled her eyes at her son.
"Oh please, Danny. Don't be silly," She said, then smiled. "So, how do you two know each other?"
"We go to school together," Danny replied.
"Which classes to you have together?"
"None, actually."
"Oh, really? How'd you kids meet?"
Danny froze. He didn't want to tell his mother about detention. Sam saw his hesitation and supplied, "We met in Mr. Lancer's room at lunch. Danny was finishing an English paper and I was writing up a science project."
"Ah, improving your grades I see," Maddie beamed at her son, and the ghost boy shot a grateful look at Sam. She smiled in return.
"So sweetie," Danny's mother clapped her hands together and motioned the other girl towards the pile of weapons. "Let's go over these, shall we?"
Sam found herself with a tube of green lipstick, a soup thermos, a bulky metallic belt, techno goth earrings, and a wristband with an antennae on it. The two Fentons across from her smiled at her.
"Well, that should keep you set for a while dear," Maddie smiled. She turned her eyes to the clock on the wall. "Oh, look at the time!" She exclaimed, pulling an apron from the closet and wrapping it behind her back. "Sam, you should stay for dinner. It's a bit late to be going home at this time, and we'd enjoy your company." The woman winked. "We'll drop you off at your house later too if you stayed."
"Um, okay," Sam smiled. Danny blushed from his seat at the table, fighting to keep tangible. A girl from his school was having dinner with his family. The thought of his thundering father and bookworm sister kept him from phasing through the floor.
"When are Dad and Jazz getting home?" He asked. His mother called over her shoulder in reply.
"Your father went to pick up Jazz from the library, so they should be home any moment now."
Her words proved true as the front door slammed open. A giant orange blur bounded into the kitchen, followed by a fiery red head with beauty that rivaled Maddie Fenton's. Sam's eyes widened in disbelief as the girl sat down at the table, setting down numerous books next to her and scanning through one with vibrant turquoise eyes.
"Do good looks happen to be a family trait or something?" Sam murmured as she leaned over in her seat to whisper into Danny's ear. His face flushed as he turned to Sam with wide eyes. It took her a moment to realize what she said.
"Uh, I mean-" She stuttered, equally red.
Thankfully, the large orange blur-which actually was a a large burly man with an infectious grin and sparkly blue eyes like Danny's- hopped over and embraced the two teenagers in a bone-crushing hug.
"I'm home! Danny my boy, I haven't seen you all day! Say, who's the P.Y.T.* joining us today? Welcome to the Fenton home!" He exclaimed in a rush, letting the two flop back into their chairs as he placed his hands on his hips.
"Hi, Dad," Danny wheezed, smiling painfully up at his enthusiastic father. Sam heaved and clutched her ribs, waving her palm at the older man in greeting.
"Sorry kids, sometimes I don't know my own strength!" He bellowed a laugh.
"That's Sam Manson, sweetie," Maddie smiled calmly from her spot at the oven. "She's a friend of Danny's. She goes to Casper High."
"Friend of Danny's eh?" He grinned. He swooped down to pat Sam's shoulder with his large gloved hand. "A friend of Danny's is considered family! I'm Jack Fenton, welcome to the family Sam!"
"Thanks, Mr. Fenton," Sam gave the man a weak smile, still overwhelmed.
"You haven't said hi to Mom yet, Dad." A high voice said from the pile of books. Jack bounced over to embrace his wife in a warm hello. The girl across the table rolled her eyes and set the book down, turning to Sam with a professional poise.
"I'm Jasmine, but feel free to call me Jazz," she smiled, extending her hand to the goth's. Sam shook the delicate hand and smiled.
"So you're a friend of Danny's?" Jazz questioned, peering at the other girl curiously. "Danny doesn't have many friends, so I'm assuming you've met Tucker already."
"Hey!" Danny shot in, crossing his arms and pouting. Sam chuckled. "I've met Tucker," she grinned.
"Good. Being around this crazy family all the time, I know about the discomfort towards the strangeness of this house. So if you ever feel overwhelmed about all of it, feel free to talk to me. We wouldn't want my little brother to lose half his friends in one visit."
Danny scowled as he sunk lower into his seat.
"It's fine," Sam smiled. "This is Amity Park, anyway. We need more ghost-kooky families around here. Besides, it's nice to be away from home.." With a moment of realization, Sam frowned. "Which reminds me, I need to call my parents."
"Go ahead and use the home phone," Jazz pointed towards a phone planted on the wall at the corner of the room. Sam nodded and stood up from her seat, walking over to use the phone. It was already past five, so her mother was probably furious. Sam bit her lip. She'd have to stretch the truth a bit...
The raven-haired girl picked up the phone and dialed, waiting as the tone rang. The sound of static picked up from the other side, then a crackling voice.
"Samantha, I--"
"Hi Mom," Sam said quickly, holding the phone close to her face as she spoke in a low tone. "I ran into ghost trouble on the way home and the Fenton family saved me, then they invited me over for dinner and I thought it'd be rude to refuse so-"
"It's fine, dear," her mother waved off. "Your father and I actually planned on going out to dinner tonight, so you'd be home alone anyway. I'll tell the chef to cancel your salad. Send the Fentons my thanks. Bye sweetie!"
The crackling ended with a beep.
Sam frowned as she stared at the wall. Of course.
Placing the phone back into the stand, she turned around and smiled.
"My mother says I can stay for dinner," Sam said. "She said to tell you thanks for the ghost equipment."
"It's out pleasure, honey." Maddie smiled. "We're having roast turkey for dinner, Jack!" She called. Sam's smile faltered.
"Oh, I..." She sighed and smiled apologetically at the woman. "I'm... vegan, basically. I should've mentioned so sooner, but it kind of slipped my mind."
"Ah. Well, if you're alright with a serving of mashed potatoes and a salad... otherwise I could prep something else?"
"Mashed potatoes and salad sounds great, thanks." The goth grinned.
"Dinner should be ready in ten minutes, so why don't you kids wait with your dad in the lab?" The woman of the house suggested. "Danny could take you on a tour of our workspace."
"Pass," Jazz said, standing up and taking her pile of large books with her. "I'll be upstairs in my room."
Danny stood up from his seat and grinned. "Want to?" He asked Sam. "There's some really cool stuff in there. If you're into ghosts, that is.."
"Love to." She smiled and followed him into the hallway.
They entered through a large metallic door in the middle of the hallway, going down a long stretch of stairs Sam could only guess was a basement. She noticed all the steel the walls and flooring seemed to be lined with. The room was lit with bright blue lights, but seemed to glow green. Sam's eyes widened in amazement as they stepped into the lab.
Around them were desks and tables full of strange gadgets, small and large. There was a giant glowing dream catcher in the corner of the room, next to a giant cube cell, and a tricked out computer system. On the other side was a group of generators alongside a large archway made of thick metal and lined with black and yellow construction tape.
"That's the Ghost Portal." Danny supplied, watching her examine the room. She gave him a questioning look.
"Ghost Portal?"
"Yeah," he shrugged, walking over to it. "It's like a gateway between our human world and the Ghost Zone; the ghost world. "
"Wow." Sam commented, placing her hand on the cool metallic barrier. "And it really works?"
"Well, not at first." Danny said with a strained smile. He had a far-off look in his eyes. "My parents didn't know what was wrong with it, so me and Tuck decided to check it out."
"Tucker?"
"Yeah, he hangs around here a lot. Anyway, I was looking around inside and Tucker was checking out the wiring. He found an unplugged socket so he plugged it in, and I accidentally pushed a button while I was in there, which caused it to open, so..."
Sam's eyes widened. "What happened to you?"
Danny chuckled, looking away. "I got a bad ectoplasmic electrocution, but other than that I was fine." Sort of.
"I see," Sam murmured, taking her hand off the portal.
Loud thundering steps bounded from the stairs. The two teens turned and found Jack Fenton lumbering in with toilet paper stuck to his foot.
"Hey there, kiddos!" He grinned. "I just got back from the old can! Checkin' out the Fenton lab, huh? Pretty cool right?"
Sam chuckled, eying the toilet paper dragging on the floor. "I can see that."
"Yeah Dad," Danny grinned the famous Fenton grin. "I was telling Sam about the ghost portal."
"That reminds me!" Jack's face lit up, and he fumbled through a pile of papers on a desk. He pulled out a large blueprint paper and slammed it onto a whiteboard.
"The missus and I have been planning on mapping out the Ghost Zone. Check it out!"
"Um, Dad," the halfa raised an eyebrow and pointed at the paper. "It's blank."
"For now," the elder Fenton wriggled his eyebrows. "When your mom and I get the Specter Speeder fully operational, we'll be flying all over the Ghost Zone! It'll be like touring!"
"I don't think that's such a good idea," his son winced. 'Dad's gonna get himself permanently planted in the Ghost Zone if he goes in there', he thought. "Don't you think that's kind of dangerous?"
"Oh relax, son!" His father exclaimed with a laugh. "We have so much equipment to keep those ghostly pests cowering at our feet! Besides, I have a theory that humans can become intangible in the Ghost Zone, the same way ghosts can become intangible on earth!"
"But still..."
"Dinner!" Came the call from the kitchen, and in a split second Jack Fenton was racing towards the kitchen. Sam and Danny looked at each other and laughed, bounding up the stairs themselves.
Jazz clutched her knife like a sword, eyes slit. Her opponent, a glowing angry carrot with a deformed face, growled back at her. She slashed the blade through the orange vegetable, making a clean cut across its midsection. It collapsed with a shriek, and ceased its glow.
Jazz stabbed it with her fork, bringing it to her mouth and merrily chewed. Sam watched in horror.
"Great carrots, Mom," Jazz commented as she swallowed her foe. The elder Fenton smiled in thanks.
"I hope this isn't too weird for you, Sam," Maddie said apologetically, stabbing a dancing green bean with her fork. Sam's eyes followed the motion as she mutely shook her head.
"Once you get past the whole 'angry veggies trying to kill you' thing, you'll see my mom's cooking isn't bad." Danny assured her, decapitating his own moving greens. Sam sighed and shook her head, decided to just accept the oddity of the situation.
"I've never had a battle with my food before," she said as her spoon continuously smashed into her gurgling mashed potatoes. Danny chuckled.
With a small bite, whilst also trying to get over the fact that her food was still moving around in her mouth, the goth found that the food was actually very tasty.
"It's really good," she said after the ectoplasmic taste went away. The family nodded in agreement, smiling at the newcomer.
They continued their meal in pleasant silence, the Fenton family occasionally glancing at their guest with smiling eyes.
A slam sounded from the hall, five heads turned to the door. Plastered against the wall was none other than Tucker Foley, heaving thick breaths and clutching his PDA to his chest.
"Technus... Park.." He huffed, sweating bullets. "Tried to take... PDA..." The boy slumped down onto the floorboards.
Maddie and her husband pulled their hood-masks over their heads and set their goggles in place, pulling weapons out from cabinets. Sam could only wonder how they managed to fit those bulky items in the space, and how she couldn't notice them before when they were setting the table.
"We'll be right back kids," Maddie said in a stance and tone Sam could only describe as 'battle mode.' Jack clicked his gun at her side. "Finish your vegetables. We've got a ghost to hunt!"
The pair dashed through the doorway, eager to take the technology ghost down. Maddie's head popped in to view again as she added merrily, "Don't forget to clean your plates!" Before running off with weapons ablaze.
Danny stood up from the table, taking his plate of vanquished vegetables to the garbage and disposing of them. Jazz rolled her eyes and muttered, "Cheater."
The messy-haired boy walked over to his best friend, who was exhausted against the wall. He smiled pityingly at the boy and offered him a cup of water, which the boy graciously chugged.
"Whew, I haven't ran that fast since Fitness Testing," Tucker complained, taking Danny's hand as he pulled himself up.
"You need more exercise," Danny snickered. Tuck glared at his friend.
"Well, not all of us can go around beating up gho... Hey, is that Sam Manson?"
Sam blinked from her spot at the table. She offered the dark-skinned boy a slight smile. "Hey, Foley."
"What's she doing here?" Tucker asked Danny in confusion, his voice low. Danny shrugged helplessly.
"She came over to buy some equipment and my mom invited her to stay for dinner."
After a moment, a sly grin graced itself onto the techno geek's features. "Is that so?"
Danny rolled his eyes.
"So, how'd you get in again?" Sam asked Tucker, raising an eyebrow.
"Spare key," Jazz told her as she stood up and rinsed her plate. "Tucker's been around for a long time."
"Yup! Danny and I have been friends since forever," said boy exclaimed proudly.
"More like Tucker wouldn't stop following me around when we were kids," Danny teased as Tucker glared at him and swatted. "Kidding, I'm just kidding." Sam grinned.
"So like, I'm pretty starved from working these manly muscles all day," Tucker stretched his arms and flexed his imaginary biceps. "Any leftovers for good ol' Tuck?"
"Help yourself," Jazz gestured towards the giant roast on the table's center. Tucker visibly drooled and set himself a plate at the table, right next to Sam. The goth cringed as Tucker grabbed a leg from the animal and ferociously devoured it.
"Jeez Tucker, manners much?" Sam scowled as she edged farther from the boy. Tucker only swallowed a mouth full of meat and grinned at her, teeth covered in turkey. Sam gagged.
"Dude, chill out." Danny punched Tucker's arm playfully. "She's a vegan or something."
"Or something," Sam supplied. "I'm Ultra-Recyclo-Vegetarian. I don't eat anything with a face."
Tucker's brow furrowed in disgust as he swallowed another mouthful of meat. "Ew. You're missing out on the deliciousness of meat. I can't stand eating vegetables."
"And you're missing out on nutrition," Sam deadpanned. "It's no wonder you're so out of shape."
"Hey!" He protested. "I am so in shape!"
Danny scoffed from across the room. Tucker glared in response.
"Whatever. Both of you can kiss my toned meaty butt." He said as he stood and tossed his bare turkey bone in the trash. He rinsed his hands in the sink as Sam put her cleared plate in the dishwasher.
"Well, this has been entertaining," Jazz spoke up as she headed upstairs, "but I've got some studying to get back to. Later, kids!"
"Nice meeting you, Jazz!" Sam called as the girl disappeared up the stairs.
"So Sam," Tucker patted his now bulging stomach in content. "Hear you got some new equipment. What'd Mrs. Fenton supply you with?"
Sam motioned towards a pile of gear in the hallway. "All that stuff. Not sure I get it all, but I'll learn."
Tucker strolled towards the pile of equipment, eying the tools in interest. A thought hit him and he looked up with a devious glint in his eye. "Wanna go join your parents and help Sam learn how to use her new stuff, Danny?"
"That's a stupid idea, Tuck." Danny shook his head and crossed his arms. "We'd just get in the way."
"Oh, I'm sure you could fly us out of trouble if you needed to."
Danny gave him a look.
"Okay, nevermind then," Tucker threw up his hands. "You guys are boring."
"Then what do you suggest we do, Mr. Fun and In Shape?" Sam asked sarcastically. Danny laughed.
"That's it, Manson!" Tucker pointed his finger towards the girl. "I've had it with you and your sarcastic wit beating down my funny! It. is. ON!"
"Is it now?" Sam raised an eyebrow.
"Yes! I challenge you... to a video game match!"
Sam smirked.
"Bring it on, Foley."
"Nooo!" Tucker waled as his knight was decapitated by Sam's samurai. He whimpered pathetically as Sam cackled in triumph.
'What'd I get myself into?" He mumbled, fake tears in his eyes. Danny laughed at the two.
"Who knew Sam could rock video games?" Danny said, grinning at the girl as she blushed from the compliment.
"Oh yeah, so I get my butt handed to me and Sam gets flirty-Fenton." Tucker sniffed. "Real good friend you are, Danny."
The two other teens turned red.
"Shut up, Tuck." Danny muttered as his hand crept up to the back of his neck.
"It's not his fault you're an awful gamer, Tuck." Sam said offhandedly, twirling a finger through her hair. Tucker gasped dramatically.
"I call for a rematch!" He announced, grabbing his controller and crouching into gaming position. Sam chuckled and stood up. "I gotta go to the little girls room, but I'll be back to kick your butt again," she grinned.
"It's around the hall and to your left," Danny told her, and she smiled in return.
"Thanks Danny," she said as she rounded the corner. Tucker huffed.
"Thanks Danny!" He mocked in a high pitched voice, failing to imitate the girl. He frowned and slumped over. "I'm starting to feel like a third wheel here."
"Third wheel of what?" Danny asked, rolling his eyes. "Sam is barely a friend, and she's only here 'cause my mom invited her for dinner."
"She's just a friend now, but you did say she was pretty."
"I said her eyes were a pretty color."
"My good man," Tucker sighed, patting his friend's shoulder. "is there really any difference?"
Danny huffed and looked away.
"I'm back."
The boys turned to the entrance, where Sam stood. She brought her glowing green hand and sniffed it, cringing at the scent. "I'm not even going to ask why my hand smells like spoiled vegetables."
"Ectoplasm," the two boys said simultaneously, grinning knowingly at her. She shook her head and bit back laughter.
"We're home, kids!" Came the chipper sound of Maddie Fenton. The three teens looked up to find the woman smiling proudly in the hallway, her husband at her side with a large metallic helmet on his shoulder.
"We brought a souvenir!" Jack laughed as he lugged the hulky thing into Danny's arms. He caught it with a wheeze, elbows jutting out as it rested on his legs.
"Is that the headgear from the ghost?" Sam asked.
"Sure is!" Jack replied. "Exploded after my amazing wife shot it with the Fenton Bazooka!"
"Fenton Bazooka..." Sam shook her head and laughed.
"Sam sweetie, it's getting late," Maddie said as she pulled her hood off and smiled at the girl sympathetically. "I'm not sure what your curfew is supposed to be, but I wouldn't want to leave a bad impression for your parents.."
Sam checked the clock on the wall. It was nearly nine.
"I should be getting home anyway," Sam smiled sadly. "We have school tomorrow." She turned to Tucker and shrugged. "Sorry Tuck, I'll have to take you up on that rematch some other time."
"Go upstairs and say bye to Jazz, I'll put all your gear in the car. We'll be waiting outside."
"Sure, thanks."
Sam stepped up the staircase and spotted a pink room. Best guess it was Jazz's room. She knocked on the door and opened it slightly. The redhead was sitting at her desk, nose buried in her book. She looked up and smiled. "Leaving, Sam?"
"Uh yeah, wanted to say bye before I left. I'm not really sure when I'd get to see you again so.."
"I go to Casper too, you know. You can find me at the library practically any time of the day."
"Oh," Sam blinked. "Okay, cool."
"Yeah," Jazz looked down for a moment, a distant expression on her features. "Sam?"
"Yeah?"
"Just..." She strained a smile. "My little brother's really special, you know. He has a lot on his plate right now, way more than any kid his age should. I'd really like it, and.. so would he, if you stuck around more often..."
"Sure, Jazz." The girl replied breezily. The elder girl took a deep breath. "You know, you care a lot more about Danny than any normal kid your age should."
Jazz chuckled. "I know. I didn't at first, but once I found out everything he goes through I just..." She sighed, staring down at her palms.
"What do you mean?" Sam asked softly.
"He'll tell you when he's ready," Jazz said, still a little glum. "Thanks for the chat, Sam. See you around." The redhead turned back to her book.
"No problem, Jazz," The goth replied with a small smile. "See ya."
As the raven-haired teen left, Jazz frowned. As much as she liked Sam so far, she wasn't entirely sure if she was completely trustworthy. Danny seemed to like her already, and she worried he'd feel extremely hurt if she decided to drop out. Jazz sighed. Then again, Danny's secrets were a lot to handle.
She really hoped she'd be seeing Sam around.
The Manson child pulled her combat boots on, feeling the familiar snugness of the fabric. She stepped out onto the doormat and closed the door behind her, looking up to find the vehicle she'd been riding home in.
In front of her was a giant green and metallic RV with a loud 'Fenton Works' sign on top. She smiled wryly.
"Hop in the back, sweetheart!" Maddie called from shotgun. Sam rolled her eyes in amusement as the back door slid open, revealing a huge amount of complicated looking technology behind the backseats. She slid in next to Tucker at the far end, and Danny in the middle.
"You're coming too?" She asked Tucker. He wriggled his eyebrows at her.
"I'm going home after you."
"..Oh."
Danny fidgeted with his the hem of his shirt. He'd never actually sat this close to a girl before, nevermind his sister or mom. There was one time where a girl sat next to him on the bus because there were no other seats besides the one next to Mr. Lancer, but this was different. He was sitting next to a girl in his own car. He was sitting next to Sam in his own car.
He was sitting next to Sam, the girl with wicked video gaming skills and pretty eyes.
And he could barely keep his pants tangible.
Noticing his friend's discomfort, Tucker piped up from his seat. "So Sam, since you're a Manson and all, you're pretty well off right?"
"Ignoring the fact that that was totally rude," Sam snorted. "Yes. What's it to you?"
"Nothing much. Just figured you'd probably have a tricked out gaming system. Maybe we could finish that rematch at your place sometime."
"You're inviting yourself over? Fine. But I'll have you know my parents don't take to kindly to boys."
"I'll win 'em over with some Foley charm," Tucker winked.
"Fine, but Danny's coming too. I don't want my parents getting suspicious."
"Uh, Danny would like to decide himself whose house he goes to." Danny crossed his arms. He glanced at the two at his sides, fighting a grin as they looked at him expectantly. "...He says sure, but only if you have Doom."
Sam laughed. "Try every version from the first to the fifth."
Danny raised an eyebrow. "The fifth isn't even out yet."
"In Russia it is," Sam stated proudly.
"But we're not in Rus... Oooh! Sweet!" Tucker whooped. The other two teens laughed.
"I'd like to invite the entire family over dinner one night, but my parents aren't very humble people. Sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Fenton."
"It's no problem, hon'." Maddie smiled sweetly. "Feel free to visit any time you like!"
"Thanks, I will," Sam grinned, and Danny blushed next to her.
"Is this your place, kiddo?" Jack asked in his hearty voice, pulling over in front of a purple mansion. Sam strained a smile."Yup."
"Danny, why don't you be a gentleman and walk Sam to the door?" Said boy's mother suggested. Danny's hand found its way to his neck as he nodded. Sam hopped out of the vehicle as the door slid open, Danny in suit.
As the goth pressed a few buttons to open the gate, Danny gazed at her back.
"Hey, Sam," he mumbled, gaze not moving. She looked up and raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?"
"Did you mean what you said in the car?"
"...About?"
"About.. visiting a lot?" Danny looked up at her with hopeful eyes. Sam fought a blush. It was adorable. They began walking towards the door. "I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to. I'd get it if you just said that to please my mom, but you really can come over whenever you want.. I-we really enjoyed your company, and, um.."
Sam smiled. "Yeah, I'll be around. Only if you want me to be, though." They reached the door. The porch light was off, so she assumed her parents still weren't home. Danny stared at her.
"I do," he murmured, holding his gaze to hers. Her heart skipped a beat.
"I mean-," he flailed slightly, flushed red. "I do want you to come over... to my house.. often..er.."
Sam laughed lightly, giving him a brilliant smile. "Then I will."
Danny grinned cheekily at her. "Cool."
"Yeah."
The door opened, flooding the doorway with light. The two winced at the intensity, and looked up to find a butler holding the door open.
"Your parents are still out, Miss Sam." He said with respect. The man spotted the teenage boy next to the young mistress, and raised an eyebrow. "Good evening, sir," He bowed slightly. Danny stared. "Uh, hi..?"
Sam frowned slightly at the formal tone, and turned to Danny with a small smile. With a small blush and a slight jerk in her movement, Sam reached over and gave Danny a quick hug. The halfa, too confused and too late to respond, only blushed deeply.
"See you, Danny," The raven-haired girl said, before disappearing into the Manson home. Danny blinked, feeling deja vu.
'"See you, Danny."'
A flashback of his patrol night as Phantom came to mind and he groaned, feeling the familiar sensation of his rapid heart beat. He glanced at the door one last time with reddened cheeks before returning to the car to face Tucker's endless teasing.
Sam watched the boy from her window, grinning from ear to ear.
This had definitely been on of the best days she'd ever had.
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