Hello. Chapter two here for you. Also, please read my other story called Addicted To Aim.


15 years later

Fifteen years later, Sam was 33, single, working as an editor for a music magazine in Toronto, Canada, and living in a beautiful apartment with three cats and a snake.

She had moved on with her life and forgotten about her old life. Not completely, of course. She still thought about it from time to time.

She went to a college in Illinois and graduated with a bachelors degree in English.

Sam still hadn't really dropped the "goth" look, even though she did go outside the box and wears some whites, browns, and greys.

She lived in New York editing books until she was 28.

She moved to Toronto and got a job editing a music magazine.

It was Sam's dream job.

One day, Sam went to the local park to just get a break from work.

This was her favorite past time.

She would just walk around.

Not really pay attention to anything around her.

She would just think.

Nothing really specific.

Just about anything her mind would go onto the subject on.

Like how much she loved orange smoothies.

Or how she needed to feed the snake when she got home.

Sometimes about how she needed to desperately take clothes to the laundromat.

Just whatever.

While she was in her thoughts of smoothies, she bumped into someone.

"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!" Sam apologized while on the ground, rubbing her head that was aching from the impact.

"No. No. It's my fault. I wasn't paying attention." The person, who was a man with quite a familiar voice, said. He was already on his feet and offered Sam a hand to help her up.

"I wasn't paying attention, either." Sam laughed, taking the hand and standing up.

She looked at the familiar gentleman.

He had messy black hair and crystal blue eyes.

"No. It can't be him. It just can't be!" Sam thought to herself with a surprised look on her face.

"It is!"

This gentleman was no one other then her old best friend and crush, Danny Fenton.


Like this chapter? Chapter three will be up soon.