I do not own Danny Phantom. I just keep him locked up in mah closet :-D

Chapter Six:

The Confessions

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Silence could do so much to a person, mean so many things. It could either purify and cleanse you, or make you lose your sanity. It could be a sign of respect, or a complete insult. Either way, Taylor Hecter was currently basking in it.

She had settled on the creamy couch in her basement, body and arms spread out neatly beside her, long tangles of brown hair draped over almost hitting the floor. Her face looked sullen and expressionless, as though something had been taken away from her.

"Danny…" she whispered into the blackness of the room, tears filling her eyes again.

Before when she broke out in rage, she didn't quite understand. Danny was her friend, yes, but normally she was so cool and calm. Even during the most stressful situations, win or lose, she would pull through with shining colors. Why she completely broke down like that was something foreign and confusing to her.

She cared about Danny, and that was certain. The first moment she saw him she felt so comfortable and intrigued. There was something so special about him, so different. It didn't take her knowledge of his powers to know he was a hero. He was quiet in school, kind, and mostly polite. . . even around Lancer. Under his cool exterior was someone special and amazing. . .

He was great.

Taylor sighed irritably and rolled over on her stomach. For once she wished she could just not think. During her races she could relax and run, and that's why she liked running so much. Sure sometimes it hurt, but somehow putting all of her love and energy into running like that was. . . great.

Just like Danny?

Growling to herself, she flung her body over the couch and rested her head in her hands. Why couldn't she stop thinking about him?!

"I. Hate.You.Right. NOW!" she said angrily, throwing a pillow violently.

"Oww.." muttered a small voice, the pillow hitting an invisible barrier. Taylor jumped up in fright and landed on her couch, scrunched up as far into the cushions as she could.

"..H..Hello?" she called into the dark.

Quite suddenly, much to her surprise, Danny Phantom materialized in front of her, grinning sheepishly.

"Hey Taylorthought I'd find you here."

Taylor made a face and scrunched up her eyebrows.

"What the hell do you want?!"

Danny frowned and slowly glided over to her, his ghostly form settling on the seat near her. She bit her bottom lip and crossed her arms, looking defiantly away.

"I wanted to. . .apologize," Danny said softly, looking down at his silvery boots.

Taylor felt a traitorous tear slide down her cheek and she turned her body slowly to face Danny. Her eyes were cool and angry, and she said evenly," What are you sorry about Danny? It's not like you've lost a friend here. . ."

Danny moved closer to her, looking into her cold eyes.

"You are my friend Taylor. . ." he pleaded.

Taylor turned away again, her hair falling gracefully over her bony shoulder.

"And why should I believe you?"

". . .How could I be a friend when you wont even tell me something so significant. .?"

There was an awkward silence, and Danny began to drown. She had a lawyer's cunning and calculation, yet the emotion of the most tortured spirits he had ever met.

"Please don't be like this Taylor. . ."

"Be like what?!" she shouted, looking at him, her cool gone replaced with an almost homicidal rage.

"Be truthful? Be honest? Be a liar like you, Daniel!"

No one but Vlad had ever used his first name. Now sitting there, he began to find the similarities between her and his arch enemy disturbing.

"No. . . that's not it at all!" Danny said, watching as she stood up, body trembling with rage.

Was this even worth it? Should he pursue this issue when she was so mad? She had the right to be as mad as possible, and she was being that way. The way he saw her in school she was so polite and even natured, almost secretive. Now in front of him she stood, tears trailing down her beautiful face.

. . . Danny then realized he thought she was beautiful.

He cared about her. The first moment he saw her he knew she was different. The fire she possessed even in losing situations motivated him. . . the way she fought the lunch lady, and she surely fought off Vlad. Now however, he didn't know who she was. The anger in her eyes frightened him.

"I. . . I don't know what to say." He looked down briefly.

"I don't know how to react, how to be your friend again."

He looked up, defeated, to see her laugh out loud bitterly, almost evilly.

"You don't know the half of it Danny! You don't know how much I would give to be your friend, to help you! I want to be there for you so bad, but how can I when you wont even trust me with something so important to you!" she explained, face dripping with tears, an almost crazed expression on her face as she watched him with desire.

Danny felt his eyes begin to water too as he stood up and glided over to her, landing inches in front of her. Slowly he took her shaking hands into his and spoke softly.

"No nonono!" he said shaking his head madly.

"It's the opposite of that Taylor, let me explain! Please!"

She tried to let go, but he held her steady.

"Taylor, please!"

She looked at him painfully, then nodded.

"Speak."

Danny gulped, regaining his composure, then began.

"I couldn't tell you because. . . I wanted to protect you."

Taylor listened, mind and body numb under his almost hypnotic green eyes.

"What. . .what do you mean?" she asked despite the quivering of her bottom lip. Danny sighed a bit, closed his eyes, then opened them meaningfully as he gazed at her.

"I have so many enemies Taylor. . . so many people willing to hurt you to get to me. . . I . . . you see, being your friend is great. . . and I want to be. "

He paused, clearing his throat and massaging her cold hands with his gloved fingers.

"But I. . . I just couldn't put anyone I care about at risk again."

Taylor felt his words charge into her as she tried to process them.

"I trust you with my life Taylor. . .and that is the reason why I couldn't tell you. I know you'd want to help me. . . help me fight ghosts."

She knew it was true. It would be a lie to deny that she would help him.

"And I. . .I just couldn't bare losing you. . . " he said, breaking down into a sob.

He completely gave in it seemed, and suddenly changed back into Danny Fenton, the same dark complexion returning as he collapsed into her arms. Slowly they slid down to the floor, Taylor sobbing as she wrapped her arms around him, both trying to make each other warm.

"It's alright," she whispered into his white ear as she hugged him tightly.

"It'll be alright. . ."

Darkness overtook the room as the glowing darkness of Danny's ghostly form faded, leaving the two heaving teens in it's wake.

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