A/N First song: Our Song by Taylor Swift. This takes place after PP. I don't own Danny Phantom or Our Song.
Danny's Point of View
It's been about two years since I saved the world and what not. I'm 17 years old along with my best friends and Jazz is off at a good college thanks to her good grades…and being the older sister of Danny Phantom never hurt anything. I was currently driving my girlfriend, Sam Manson, to her apartment that she bought because she couldn't stand her parents anymore. That's thanks to Mayor Tucker, who hasn't been voted out of office yet.
Sam had changed a lot in the past two years. She still calls herself a Goth, but she doesn't just where black anymore. She wore more dark greens, purples-both dark and light-, and grays. She also grew her hair out more to where it reached the middle of her back. Today, she wore a dark green tank top with a black jacket with black colored jeans and, of course, her combat boots; she wouldn't be Sam without them. She had her hair down and was staring out the window.
I had the radio up because I knew both of us hated silence, even if it was comfortable. I had my eyes on the road, but saw Sam reach for the radio out of the corner of my eye. She turned it down sending a signal to me that she wanted to talk, "What's wrong Sam?" I asked glancing at her before back at the road.
Sam rubbed her black bracelet that I got her before high school started. I knew what that meant; she was nervous, "Sam?" I asked eyes still on the road, but concern flowing out.
"This is going to sound dumb," Sam muttered, but I heard it, "Never mind Danny," she said louder and reached for the radio to turn it up.
I grabbed her hand with one hand and drove with the other, "Sam…if it's a question there's no such thing as a dumb question," I said seriously then released her and put both hands back on the wheel, "Now, what's wrong?"
Sam sighed, "Well," she was rubbing her bracelet again, "It's really nothing Danny, I was just thinking…about, you know…that we don't have a song like most couples do…"
I looked at her before quickly going back to the road. I smiled, "Sam…that's not dumb at all," I said, "I'll tell you this. We do have song, but not in the you think."
Sam looked at me in confusion and I laughed, "I'll tell you tonight," I said as I pulled into her apartment complex, "Right now you have to get ready for work."
I kissed her quickly and she got out. She waved bye and I wave back before backing out and driving home.
Sam's Point of View
I groggily walked up the stairs of my apartment complex. Today was HORRIBLE! Nothing went the way it was supposed to. For one, a kid threw up in isle three and me, being the lowest on the payroll, had to clean it up. Then I was the only register open and it was a sale! To say I was tired was a complete understatement. The only light of my day was during my five minute break when I could call Danny and complain about my day.
I opened the screen door of the apartment and headed for my room; 215. Sometimes I wish some of mine and Danny's fame would go into work. Oh, well, time for bed. I pulled out my key and opened the door and went wide eyed at what I saw. My whole apartment was cleaned. I smiled, "Danny," I said quietly.
He was the only one with a key to my apartment…not that he needed one. I walked in and closed the door and put my keys on the hook that was made for coats, but I found that this way I can't lose the keys. I was about to head towards my bedroom when I saw something in the kitchen out of the corner of my eye. I turned and gasped. There on the counter was a vase of black roses. I walked to them and smiled when I saw a card that read To Sam in Danny's handwriting.
I opened it and began reading, Dear Sam, I know today was horrible, but maybe this'll lighten your mood. Our song is the slamming of you apartment complex's screen door and me sneaking out and tapping on your window. When we're on the phone and I talk real low so mom won't know. And it's the way you laugh and all those times I could've kissed you before I saved the world. We don't have a regular song Sam…our song is a combination of all these things. Hope this answered your question and made you feel better ~Danny.
I felt my heart swell with joy. I put the card down I grabbed the vase and put it in the middle of the coffee table in the living room, "It did Danny," I whispered.
I remember going through all my CDs, I-tunes, and the radio trying to find our song, but nothing fit us. But now I know it's because we can't be explained through a song…only through our 'song', "Good," Danny's voice came.
I turned behind me just as Danny went visible floating in ghost form smiling. I hugged him and he kissed my forehead and turned human, "Thanks Danny," I said.
"Anytime," he said and pulled me closer.
A/N Okay, how was that for the first song of 20? Please give me feedback. Thanks!