Disclaimer: I do not own any original Danny Phantom characters.
"Who wants to know?" the woman shot back, "Mr. Popularity?" Who ever she was, she knew my dad and she was ticked.
"Sam, it's me. Dan. Danny Fenton?" My dad took quick steps forward and grabbed her arm. She tried to pull away but she stayed put. I looked at my mom and two feelings crossed her face: ticked and confused.
"Mom? Pen?" I heard yet another voice say. Through the small crowd of people, a boy walked through with black hair and purplish eyes.
"Derek, go back to our table," Sam said. The boy, Derek, looked reluctant. He straightened his purple tie and dusted off his black suit. Walking forward, he grabbed my Dad's arm and hissed, "Let. My. Mom. Go."
My dad looked into Derek's eyes threateningly, the released Sam's arm.
"Sam," my dad whispered, looking down, "What happened? We were best friends, and then. . .then. . ."
"Then you left me for that, that, THING!"
"Only because we all thought you were dead!"
There was a long silence, broken by Sam turning away in tears and bursting through the doors. My dad shouted for her, and was about to fallow, when Mom grabbed his hand and whispered something to him. He nodded and said, "Kids, let's go home."
"Dad, who was that?" I asked later that night. Dad had taken off his jacket and loosened his tie. His black hair fell in his face. The ride home had been awkwardly silent. Or silently awkward. Which ever works.
"That was Sam Manson, my best friend and true love through high school and college. Until we had thought she had died. Sam had gotten into a car crash after a party. The other driver had been drunk and lost control. She died on the operation table. Or so we thought." He sat down in a chair and put his head in his hands.
"Abby, let him be." I turned around and saw my mom who looked hurt at the 'true love' statement. Behind her was Steven, who motioned me to come upstairs. As we reached the top of the stairs, I heard my dad say, "Jackie, what are we going to do. We both know she should be dead."
My mom sighed and then said, "I don't quite know, Dan. I don't know."
"Steven," I stopped in the hallway outside his door, "What is going to happen? Dad said that he loved Sam. Are Mom and Dad going to get a divorce?" Steven looked at me dead in the eyes, and he didn't need to answer. I could tell by his clouded brown eyes that he didn't know. He wished me goodnight and escaped to my room. Before I could do the same, I looked at our doors lined up. Each of out doors had our first initial on it. S for Steven, A for Abby, and M for Mary. Whoa, wait a minute. S. . . A . . . M. .
"Sam!"