A/N: Hello everybody! I hope you all had a fantastic New Year! Welcome to 2012! : )

Following this New Year's Day, I'm going to add on another chapter to 'For Better Or Worse' as a little present.

Pay attention at the end of the chapter! I've got a little fun question to ask you guys!

For now, just enjoy the new chapter.

*NOTHING AND NO ONE METIONED IN THIS STORY IS OWNED BY ME EXCEPT FOR MY OCC'S WHOM ARE NOT IN DANNY PHANTOM AND THE PLOT BEHIND THE STORY!*

For Better Or Worse

Chapter 3: Pushing Things Too Far

Sam focused her eyes on the road and Danny sat along side her in the passenger's seat, still thinking about what had happened between them. Danny couldn't help but gaze at her once in a while, and not in the appropriate place either. Sometimes it was at her chest. Others it was down "where the sun doesn't shine". He gave himself a mental smack and told himself that Sam was better than that. She deserved better. Therefore, he needed to stop looking at her as if she were a prostitute.

"Do you… remember anything that happened last night?" Danny asked her.

"Um," she started. "No. Not really. I do remember waking up this morning with the most painful feeling I've ever gotten. In two different places. Because you're a man though, I won't put you through the ridicule of listening to my problems."

"It's okay Sam. You know you can tell me anything. Where were you sore at?"

"My head, of course. Your natural hangover. And… my, uh… woman's restriction area."

Danny blushed. Maybe it was best for him not to ask. It sounded much more awkward when she tried to explain it to him then when he tried to reason it all out in his head. Sure he already knew what she was talking about, but not everything is best to be mentioned out loud.

He cleared his throat. "Right. Why do you think so?"

"Who are you, my doctor?" Sam joked.

"I just care. That's all."

"I know. I don't know why. I mean, nothing's clear to me. Nothing at all. I'm slightly worried though. Because that place doesn't just hurt for no reason, and my 'monthly friend' had already paid me a visit."

"Do you remember waking up?"

"Yeah. How could I forget? I woke up at about 7:00. Because my curtains are dark fabric, and sunlight can't shine through them when they're closed, I couldn't see anything in my room. Where I was going. What I could've stepped on. And if any door was closed or not. I ran straight to the bathroom and threw up. I guess my body's too fragile to store a lot of alcohol for so long. Since I was awake and already feeling sick, I knew that I was never able to go back to sleep, and because I keep my clothes that I have to change into when morning comes in the bathroom, I figured I mind as well have taken a shower while I was still awake. But then I passed out again. When I woke up, luckily, it was 7:45, so I didn't spend much time in darkness. So I got in the shower, got changed, and left my room," she turned to look at him. "And that's when I'd seen you. Other than that, everything's gone from my mind," she looked back at the road. "Like it was never there to began with."

"I don't remember much either," he started to explain his morning, but twisted the truth to a lie. "I just woke up in my house and figured I probably should've came over and checked on you. To see how you were doing. You were the first-timer, after all. Hard whiskey can do a lot to you."

"Yeah. You can smell it from 15 miles away too."

He chuckled. "That's the beauty of it."

They pulled into the parking lot of a large building that's sign read 'Amity Park Elementary'.

"Here we are. Amity Park Elementary Center. School for kids in grades kindergarten to 4th."

She grabbed her keys and bags, and Danny helped her. They entered the school and walked all the way down the hall to her classroom and unlocked the door, opening it.

"And this is my classroom," she smiled, setting her stuff down on her desk. He set the rest of her stuff down as well and looked around.

"It's… big."

"Yeah," Sam took out all the tests and stacked them aside. "I have a lot of kids."

"I guess so."

He turned and looked at the stack. "You actually managed to finish all of that?"

"Yeah. I finished it yesterday. I took a little extra time at the school before I left. And I got it done."

"Sometimes, you get things done so fast I don't even know if your human."

She laughed. "It's just a matter of patience. You have to have a lot of it working with kids. Especially since some of my kids are Special Ed."

"Aw. That's sad."

"I know. The poor babies."

She opened the blinds and wrote down the date and day time assignment on the chalkboard.

"Do you want me to help you with something Sammy? I'm still here."

"Yes, but you're a man. They don't do much."

"I'm raised differently than most men."

"Yeah. I know. If you really want to help me, you can. Can you make sure that the school supplies in the back of the room are organized? Some kids tend to toss stuff around anywhere and, well, you know me, always needing to stay organized or I pull my hair out."

"Alright." He saluted and proceeded to the back. "What time is it?"

"8:40. The kids are waiting in the gym or eating breakfast in the cafeteria. After the bell rings, they'll come to their classes."

"Gotcha," he finished touching up everything and turned back around. "So what's something you can do in 5 minutes?"

Sam looked at him and arched her eyebrow. "I don't know. You're usually the hobby finder."

The first bell rang.

"What was that?"

"You forget stuff from school a lot, don't you?"

"Mhm." He came back to the front, sure that everything was well in its place.

"That was the first bell. That means that the kids have 4 minutes to get their books and head to homeroom."

He took her hand and spun her around.

"Danny, what are you doing?" She giggled.

"Just dancing," he shrugged, smiled, and continued to twirl her.

"Danny, stop! You're going to make me throw up again." Sam laughed.

"Okay, okay. I've had enough fun." He let her go and she stumbled a little. When she regained her balance, she leaned against her desk. Some of the kids started coming in the classroom and taking their seats. A few boys were wrestling around and Sam gave them her 'death glare', telling them to sit down. They dashed away, afraid of her bad consequence. Just in time for all of the kids to sit down, the second bell rang, right at 8:45.

"Hello kids," Sam smiled at everyone.

"Hello Ms. Manson." They all greeted.

"Who's the dude?" Jason yelled.

"Everyone, this is Danny Fenton, my best friend since childhood, and the one I tell you guys about."

"Wow…!" They all said in awe.

"He's hot," Hannah whispered to Marie.

"Dude… whoa." A boy with red hair and freckles mumbled.

Sophie raised her hands.

"Sophie."

"Are you guys going to get married?"

"I think that you should!"

"They'd make a great couple."

"If they have a baby, I bet it will look like Ms. Manson."

"Nu uh. It's gonna look like Danny!"

"Nu uh."

"Yeah huh."

"Nu uh."

"Yeah huh."

"How do you have babies anyway?"

"I think it has something to do with a hot dog and a blue waffle."

"Ewwww…"

"Okay! Sophie, why did you say that? Do you know what that is?"

"Oh my God," Danny whispered, laughing, and shaking his head.

"Um… a hot dog… and a blue waffle… they're both food… but ones moldy… and the other isn't?"

"Close enough, but not exactly."

"Will you guys have a baby?"

"I bet they will."

"If it's a boy, name him Quinton!"

"Gross. Name him Brendon!"

"If it's a girl, name her Amelia!"

"What is this, the 1800s? Name her Elizabeth!"

"Too common. Name her Samantha!"

"That's Ms. Manson's first name. Name her Catherine!"

"Eww, no. Name her Alice!"

"Like in Resident Evil? Yeah! Name her Alice!"

"No, name her Jill! I like Jill better!"

"Jill didn't fight nearly as good as Alice did!"No, no. I'm talking about Jill Valentine in the game."

"Ohhhh."

"Yeah, yeah!"

"Name her Sheva."

"That's a pretty name."

"Name him Carter." The boys argued.

"Name her Jill." The girls shot back.

"Guys!" Sam stopped then, and Danny was nearly falling on the floor with how hard he was laughing. She jabbed her elbow into his side and he flinched away.

"Sophie started it!""Hey, I did not!"

"Sophie starts everything!"

"Yeahhh….!"

"It doesn't matter who started it. Why do you guys want me to marry him anyway?""Because," Maria stood up. "By the way you described him all the time, he seemed like he would be a very good husband and father figure. You guys probably have so much and common. Plus, he's big and strong so he'll protect you no matter where you guys go. I'm not going to pressure you into doing anything you don't want to do, 'cause it's not nice. But I'm just saying why not give it a shot."

Sam glanced at Danny. She whistled and Hannah ran to Ms. Manson, Maria running behind Danny, and they pushed the two adults together. Sam blushed and looked away.

"See? This picture looks better to me. From where I'm standing. Or… kinda depending on how tall I am." Maria's lips lob-sided.

"I can see. And might I say, no masterpiece could ever amount to it." Hannah smiled.

"No masterpiece can ever amount to it." Sam repeated to herself. "No masterpiece. Hannah, you're a genius!"

"So I am told," she boasted and fluffed her hair, going back to her seat. Maria shrugged and followed her. Sam grabbed a sticky note and jotted a few words down.

"What are you doing?" Danny whispered.

"I'm writing down the idea for my painting. I can't believe I didn't think of it before!"

"Think of what?"

"A couple's love," Sam grabbed his shoulders. "Love between to other people. That's a gifted masterpiece, one that will surely impress the critics."

"How do impress art critics?"

She jammed the note into her folder. "By creating a painting that can speak to them. You know, look beyond their eyes and into their souls."

She turned toward the class again. "Sorry about that. I had to do some thinking."

"We did to. And we decided that we want to see a kiss."

Danny dropped his jaw and Sam gasped. "Pardon me?"

"K-I-S-S. Kiss."

"Kiss, kiss, kiss!" They started chanting. Danny and Sam looked at each other, and Sam began to swell up in an embarrassing way.

"Okay okay! If we kiss, will you guys pay attention for class."

"On one condition," Sophie stood up. "You have to promise us that you'll get married and have a baby."

"We can't guarantee it, but, we'll try."

"What?" Danny gasped and Sam covered his mouth.

"Do it, do it, do it, do it!"

Sam rolled her eyes. "Let's give them what they want."

Danny held her chin with one hand and kissed her lips.

"OMFG! THEY KISSED! YAY!"

Danny held her closer and stayed there a little longer. Then they pulled away.

"Okay! We're happy now! We'll pay attention!" Hannah yelled.

The two adults gave a small laugh.

"You wouldn't happen to be good at Math, would you?"

"Yep. Pretty good." He smiled.

"Let's get started then," she turned to the class. "Okay guys. Let's go! Math books out! We're already far behind…!"

During 4th period, which was the kids' lunch time, Sam and Danny ate at a nearby café just a block over. They were in the conversation about what had happened earlier and how interesting the kids are.

"They've always taunted me like this, but it's never gotten this weird before."

"They really want us to get married, don't they?"

"Yeah. And to have a kid? I think that might be going a bit. I mean, I don't know…"

"You don't want a kid?"

"No, it's not that. I'm really busy, with the art critics and the kids, helping my parents and buying food for me and Spade, I just don't think that a kid is my top priority right now. Trust me Danny, when I say that I really, really, really want a kid, so badly. But I just don't have time for one. Maybe in a few years, when everything winds down, I'll have plenty of time for one. But right now, if I'm gone all the time, then who's supposed to take care of it?"

Danny sighed. "Look Sam, there's something that I need to tell you-."

"I know. I sound selfish? I'm sorry. I just, I can't maintain everything all at once, and a kid is just a lot of work. When we were younger, I was always the one who could juggle around so many things and not pull their hair out, the calm, cool, and collected one. But when you get older, you move slower. You say you're going to be like that forever, but in reality, it all dies down with age."

Danny was going to tell her about him waking up in her bed. In her house. But he put it aside. She was stressed out, and she already had enough to worry about. And she said it herself, she didn't want a baby. He wouldn't want her to be worried and start taking a whole bunch of pregnancy tests to figure out if she was going to be a mother. He was going to wait, until the time was right.

"You're right. You're absolutely right. Although, I bet you could still kick my ass at a presidential fitness exam."

Sam laughed. "I bet so too."

"PFE's suck. Didn't they do it every year?"

"Every 2 years, but who's counting?"

Sam looked at her watch. "4th period's almost over. Do you want to head back?"

"Yeah. Let's go."

They got up and cleaned their stuff up, got in the car, and drove back to the school…

Later on that day, Danny and Sam helped the kids create arts and crafts with chocolate icing and peanut butter, saltine crackers, gum drops, and popsicle sticks. Sam leaned against her desk and stared as Danny helped Emily, a girl struggling very much to make her house, stack the crackers on top of the mix. This made her smile.

Oh Danny, she thought. You would be a great father one day.

Emily smiled and Danny returned one.

"Ms. Manson," Jason tugged at her skirt.

"Oh. Yes Jason?"

"I'm being bullied."

Sam's face flashed in concern. "By who honey?"

"Rick and Rodney, the Herman twins."

"What did they do now?"

"They kicked my house," he explained. "And then it fell. Then they took of the sticks and jabbed me in the back with it. Then they used it to poke my eye. And now they're saying they're going to give me a wedgie after school."

"No they won't honey. I'll take care of them."

She put her fingers in her mouth and made a loud whistling sound. Everyone's heads shot up.

"Rick and Rodney Herman, come here."

The two boys stood up and walked up to Sam. Then everyone went back to making there houses.

"Tell me the truth: are you two bulling Jason?"

Rick and Rodney looked at each other, and dropped their heads in shame. "Yes." They mumbled.

"Mhm. And is bulling appropriate in my classroom?"

"No ma'am." They shook their heads.

"Uh huh. So what did you do to Jason?"

"We jabbed him in the back with a stick, then we poked his eye with it, we knocked down his house, and we threatened him."

"Okay. Now I want you two to look Jason in the eyes and apologize. And I want you two to say that you're not going to do what you said you would after school. You do that, and I won't give you two detentions. I think it's fair. Though I should, I'm not mean, so I won't. But you need to stick to your promise, and say you're sorry."

The ashamed boys turned to Jason and looked him in the eyes. "We're sorry we poked you, knocked your house down, and threatened you."

"And?" Sam asked.

"We promise we won't do it again."

"Thank you," Jason smiled.

"You forgive us?" Rick asked.

"Of course. Wanna go build a house together?"

The two other boys shrugged and followed after Jason. Sam smiled at the scenery. That's when Danny walked up.

"I never knew you had a way with kids," he joked. "For someone who's never had that much experience with them."

"Yeah. I sort of have a knack for hearing them out."

"Emily's the sweetest young thing. She told me her story, about her being abused by her real parents and she was sent to a foster home and now she has new adoptive parents."

"Yeah. Emily's gracious. I kind of which I adopted her. She's so sweet."

"She tells me that her sister, her actual one, was schizophrenic, and she always tried to kill her in her sleep."

"Yeah. I met her sister before. My cousin works at a children's psychiatric ward. She treated her sister there, and her sister always said that "Monday told her to do it". I feel sorry for her. She must be made fun of at school, if she goes to one."

"Yeah. I guess it isn't to be mentally unstable."

Sam nodded nonchalantly. Danny glanced at her and pulled himself up to her ear.

"Can I kiss you again?" Danny asked.

"What? We're asking permission now?"

"It's polite."

"Sure. Why not."

Danny moved his face to hers, but she stopped him.

"Later. Not here."

"I can wait." He shrugged and she seductively tapped her finger against her lips. "Or maybe not."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"I mean big boys have needs."

She snorted. "Yeah, the needs of one."

"No, I meant 'horny' needs…"

"Patience. You jump higher than a cricket. The school day's almost over, then you can be as horny as you want to."

Danny pretended to pout, crossing his arms and looking at the ground. "Fine."

"Aww. Don't be a big baby boy."

"Meh meh meh," he mocked.

Sam looked at the clock. "Okay guys! Time to stop! Clean up your messes and put your pretty houses on my desk please!"

Everyone picked up their messes, napkins and extra gumdrops that fell on the floor, and put them in the trash. Then they put their houses on top of Sam's desk and filed back to their seats, clearing the crumbs away, and sitting down.

Sam began to examine one and realized that it looked really decent.

It stood almost a foot tall and it was greatly designed with sprinkles and gumdrop flowers. The roof had smooched white gumdrop candies to impersonate icing that lined it's way down by an angle. The décor was fantastic, just for food.

"Aww. This one's really good. Who made this?"

The class shrugged.

"Oh come on. Who made it?"

"I think that Murphy did. He's always better at making this stuff than we are."

Everyone looked at Murphy, who sank deeper into his turtleneck collar and blushed. Sam gave him a reassuring smile and set his house back down fragilely, walking to the shy little boy and kneeling down beside him.

"Murphy, did you make this?"

He stared at her, then far ahead at the house, then back at her and slowly nodded.

"Don't be shy then. I really love it. It's very pretty."

He began to shake rapidly and Sam sighed, placing a hand on his.

"You know, you have a really good talent. You shouldn't be ashamed of it. You should always put it out. Let it shine. Just go with it."

When she seen that this didn't help him, she closed herself in a little deeper.

"When I was your age, I knew how to sing. I didn't show anyone. I didn't tell anyone. The only reason why was because, I thought that it was pointless. Life's too short to not express your talent for how it really is. If you love something, then you should be happy to achieve in it."

Murphy's smile could be seen peeking through and he began to slowly arise from his collar. Sam grinned and stood up, walking back to the front of the room.

"Thank you Murphy. It's really sweet."

Everyone beamed at him.

"Can you teach me how to make houses like that? Please Murphy!" Hannah begged.

"Not until he teaches me first!" Maria cried.

"No me!" Jason yelled.

"I can teach you all." Murphy responded to all of them in a quiet voice, but loud enough so that it gained access to the entire room.

Danny leaned and whispered into Sam's ear.

"You're really good with kids."

"Thank you," she replied…

That afternoon, as the final bell rang for the last period, the kids gathered their books and slipped them into their backpacks.

"Study for your guy's test tomorrow!" Sam called at them.

"Aww!" They moaned.

"Ohhhhh." she mocked, as they all left.

"Well, now I know what you go through." Danny gave a goofy smile.

"Yeah," she raised her eyebrows and sat on top of her desk, crossing her legs. "But it isn't that bad. Once you get to know them, they're all really sweet. Especially Murphy. He's just shy because he doesn't interact with a lot of kids. He's an orphan, and he lives in an orphanage with a bunch of other kids, but his foster mom says he never really talks to people. He's always been like this."

"What happened to his parents?"

"They died. In a house fire. He was the only one in his entire family that was found. He stayed in the refrigerator…"

"A refrigerator?"

"Yeah. He smelled a proclaim tank heating up, and at the last minute, he knocked everything out of the refrigerator and climbed in. Then the tank exploded, but because refrigerators are steeled, they are fireproof. So, he survived, but his parents died."

"How the hell did the fire start anyway?"

"Oh, his dad was drunk, just like he always was, as Murphy told me. He was cooking something and he fell asleep on the couch while the stove was lit. His mother, she was sick with breast cancer. She mostly laid in bed, and didn't move for anything but the bathroom."

"I see… poor kid."

"I know. He's really depressed. Almost like he thinks his parent's death was his fault."

"It's not."

"Try telling him that."

Danny walked to Sam and spread her legs apart, moving in between them.

"May I kiss you now?"

"Mmmm, nah. I don't feel like it."

Danny pretended to be angry and made his "angry" face. (A/N: Almost like this: :OOOOOOOOO).

"What? I'm kidding." she smirked.

Danny shrugged and pulled her in. She gasped and allowed him to turn it into a French kiss. He fought into it, careful enough not to hurt her. She whimpered and squirmed helplessly, which made Danny grin in a sinister way. He moved his hands from her cheeks to her jaw line and trailed it all the way down to her shoulders. Then he placed his hands on her breasts, and she yelped. She hugged him tighter, practically begging him to perform something else. As he gently squeezed her chest, she began to unfasten his pants. When she was done, she moved his hands up to her blouse and made him unbutton each button slowly. He then slipped them down off of her shoulders and past her arms, revealing her bra.

"Do it, please." She whispered sexually.

"Here?"

"No. There's a closet… in the back of the room."

Danny glanced back and picked her up, walking them to the closet. He set her down and shut the door. He continued to kiss her then unzipped her skirt, pulling it down. She pulled his pants down and felt his "manly instinct" slowly emerge. He slipped his shirt off as well and glanced at her body, seeing her cleavage. Her nice curves and tight, sexy legs. He almost fainted in anxiety. She really was breathtaking. She didn't think he looked so bad himself. Beside all of the scars that was covering his body (which made him look even more like a man), he'd grown quick attractive and muscular. Almost, dangerously muscular. He smiled at her and unclasped her bra, discarding it to the side. He held her breasts in her hands, treasuring them as if they were made of gold.

God. Why does she have to be so sexy?

He licked them and took them into his mouth, savoring the taste for as long as he could before he slid her underwear off as well.

Wait a minute. What am I doing? I need to stop myself, now.

Though it made him unhappy, he realized he was right. He was heading into a dangerous territory. He intoxicatingly did the same the night before, he wasn't going to take advantage of Sam like that again. He needed to gain control of himself and stop the situation before he ended up knocking her up again.

"Sam, hang on. I can't do this."

She froze. "Why not, Danny?"

"I just… I'm sorry."

He stood up and quickly pulled on his shirt and pants, leaving the closet, and leaving Sam to nearly cry as she did the same. Did she do something wrong? Something that bothered him or caused him to leave? As she fastened the last button on her blouse, she, too, left the closet, gathering the stuff that she needed to take care of for that night.

Danny already left the room. I did something wrong, didn't I? Why am I so stupid? God, for a teacher, Sam, you sure don't know the answers to everything.

She grabbed her teaching bag, shut the door and then, making sure it was locked, rushed at a fast pace to catch up with Danny in the parking lot. Whatever she did, maybe, just maybe, she could talk to him about it.

Sam opened the front door to the school and looked at her car. Danny sat in it, already waiting for her. He probably knew she was standing there, but refused to make eye contact. She frowned and set her stuff in the trunk, moving to the driver's seat, shutting the door behind her and starting the car. She gripped the steering wheel hard and after a moment, spoke to him.

"Di-… did I do something?" She inspected his face, and yet he still refused to gaze at her appearance.

"Danny, please answer me."

"No." He mumbled grumpily.

Sam was dumbstruck. She shook her head and slammed it against the steering wheel, accidentally honking the horn.

"Yes I did. Please don't lie."

Danny finally observed her and responded.

"No, you didn't Sam. Trust me, it's not your fault. But what's bothering me, is something I can't tell you."

She then showed her watery eyes and Danny felt even more heavy hearted.

"I'm sorry Sam. It's not your fault. Believe me."

Sam wiped her eyes and sniffed. "I know you might not want to give one, but can I have a hug?"

"Of course Sam," Danny sighed and pulled her in.

I am the dumbest. Dumb person. In the face of the Earth.

He rubbed her back and she buried deeper within him.

And the dumbest dumb person in the face of the Earth most likely just lost a best friend…

A/N: Bed time! Okay so, please review and tell me how you like it. I'm good at foreplay, it's the, uh, "scenes" that make me cringe…

So here's my question to all of you (I'm going to be doing this after every chapter now).

What is your New Year's Resolution?

I know, it's commonly asked, but I'd really like to know.

My New Year's Resolution is to respect my parents better and gain more friends in Fort Wayne.

Yep. So tell me and click the 'review' button please!

PleaseR&R,

DA : )