Author's Note: Thanks for your great reviews everyone! I am so sorry for not being able to post sooner! It's been nearly four weeks since my last post, can you believe it? Four horrible weeks of re-writing, editing, blah blah blah. I would have posted sooner but my computer hasn't been connecting to the internet. And, since I don't have the story files saved anywhere else, I've had to wait until my computer was fixed. Which was today.

Special thanks to Defender of the Light! Your review especially inspired me, since I haven't been too happy with my writing style. Your last comment also made me laugh, making my day. Thanks so much!

And, since I forgot in the last two chapters, here is the disclaimer for now, and the rest of this story. Whoo.

Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom or any of the characters.

Lovesick

Chapter Three

Sam awoke laying on a small, gray couch. Warm blankets covered her body, fluffy pillows lining the armrest where her head lay. She shifted her position a bit and gasped as a fresh wave of pain washed through her. Her last memories came back to her, and she abruptly sat upright, wincing as her body responded to her sudden movements.

Her vision focused and she was able to tell she was in a cozy little living room. Pictures of a happy family lined the mantelpiece of an old—but well kept—fireplace. A large plasma screen TV sat in the center of the room. On the far left side of the room a staircase led up. To the right of the room, directly in front of her, was a closed wooden door.

Sam studied the pictures. She instantly recognized Danny in a family portrait, and was just about to get up to have a closer look when she heard a sound. Sam looked up, surprised. A young woman with short red hair and pleasant features walked out from under the arched wall, holding a coffee mug in her hand. She walked over to where the goth was sitting and sat beside her.

The woman smiled and offered Sam the mug. Inside, a thick, creamy white substance bubbled. Had it not been for the frothy bubbles, Sam would have thought the woman was giving her corn chowder. She sniffed it. The substance was odorless.

"I'm Maddie," the woman said, watching as Sam sniffed the mug. "You might want to eat that," she added, pointing to the mug. "You haven't ate anything in 2 days."

Sam stiffened, her fingers tightening considerably around the mug. She swallowed nervously. "What day is today?"

Maddie thought for a moment. "Today is Wednesday."

The mug slipped from Sam's numb fingers and fell to the floor. She managed to see Maddie's surprised reaction. The she passed out.

-DP-

When Sam finally came around, Maddie was gone. In her place sat a handsome boy with icy blue eyes. She recognized him at once. He must have heard her wake up, however, because he turned to look at her. He held a cup in his hands.

Sam opened her mouth to speak and he shoved a spoonful of the white substance in her mouth. She nearly choked. The creamy white substance tasted so different from corn chowder—it tasted like orange juice. Slightly acid, with pulpy goodness.

Danny watched her reaction, smirking as Sam made odd facial expressions because of the tart flavor. He continued to spoon-feed her until the cup was empty. At this, he smiled and set it aside.

Sam swallowed the last of the soup, grimacing slightly as the sharp flavor bit at her. When she opened her eyes, she was surprised to see Danny staring at her intently, as if waiting for something. She tried to look away, to blink at least, but his azure orbs jumbled her thoughts and she was kept prisoner under his gaze. After what seemed like forever to Sam, he tore his eyes away from hers, staring around the room at nothing in particular.

When Sam realized he had controlled her, a new and unknown anger bubbled inside of her. How could she let something as simple as his gaze take control of her? She was stronger than that! It would never happen again. And yet, she felt a new emotion, something she couldn't quite put her finger on, sprout beside her anger. This emotion somehow cooled her anger, and when she spoke she sounded completely normal, as if his look hadn't just intoxicated her.

"What is it?" she asked.

Danny looked at her, as if it should be obvious. "Don't I at least get a ' Thank you, Danny! ' ?" he asked, cocking his head to the side.

Sam thought the look suited him, his bangs dropped over his blue eyes so nicely, giving him an adorable appearance. She mentally slapped herself as she processed what she had just thought. He's the enemy! She reminded herself harshly.

"Thank you? For what?" she asked coldly, averting his gaze as he tried again to lock eyes with her.

He looked as if she had just slapped him. "For what?" he repeated. "Well, how about for saving you from those street thugs and nursing you back to health?"

Sam laughed. "Saving me? Is that what you call it? Well, then thanks for saving me"-she bent her fingers into quotation marks to express her sarcasm-"after I was half beaten to death!"

Without knowing it, she had subconsciously leaned closer to him. She noticed a new fire light up in his eyes, as if he were anxious to win the argument, to prove his superiority to her.

"Well, you're very lucky that I was the one who saved you," he whispered. "Not everyone is as good-looking or as nice as me."

Sam opened her mouth to retort, but her breath was taken away as Danny once again locked eyes with her. He was overpowering her, and she knew it, but she couldn't bring herself to look away. A sudden, shrill sound cut harshly through the silence, instantly snapping Sam back to her senses. She picked up the vibrating cell phone from her pocket, then looked back up at Danny. He seemed slightly frustrated that the phone had interrupted the silence.

"I've got to take this," she stated simply, pulling away from him. After a moment's hesitation, she stood up and asked, "Where's the bathroom?"

Danny waved his hand dismissively towards the direction of the bathroom, not bothering to look at her. Sam narrowed her eyes angrily at this, but said nothing. Instead, she turned around and stalked off to the direction of the bathroom.

-DP-

Once Sam had made sure that the bathroom lock had clicked, she swiftly opened the phone. One look at the caller ID told her who it was.

"SAM!" The shrill voice cut through the air like nails on a chalkboard. Sam held the phone an arms length away as the person on the other line fumed.

She brought the phone back to her ear, speaking softly as not to anger the person more. "Yes, grandmother?" she asked meekly.

"Do you know how long its been?" Moon asked, her voice dangerously low.

Before Sam could answer, Moon started screaming on the other end. Though she held the phone a safe distance away from her, she could still hear every word her grandmother spoke with shocking clarity.

"You were supposed to report to me yesterday!" Moon snarled. "Where have you been? Have you died? You've absolutely no excuse! I don't CARE if you were being raped or thrown out of a plane! Do you hear me?!"

Moon paused here to catch her breath, giving Sam a small chance to explain herself. She took a deep breath. "Well, you see, I was passed out, and I just woke up today. But, I'm inside the house! I've made it this far-"

Her grandmother cut her off. "Report to me every other day, understand, Samantha?" Her hoarse voice hinted a threat.

As Sam tried to assure her it would never happen again, her grandmother hung up. Sam sighed unhappily and snapped the phone shut. She unlocked the door and walked out of the bathroom and back into the living room, where Danny sat, deep in thought.

He looked up as she entered, acknowledging her presence. Before silence could take over, he stood up an walked over to her. He smiled slyly, before asking a question that sent flurries of confusing emotions in her stomach.

"Do you want to go on a walk?"

Author's Note: I hope this chapter lived up to everyone's expectations! I had a really tought time writing this, so review if you wish. The next chapter will be up shortly.