Hello! Once again, I’ve noticed how many dramatic/angsty stories I have up right now and I’m going to try and balance it out and give you a little bit of a humorous romance story.

So, welcome to a new one, and enjoy! I’ve been having a bit of fun with it. It actually came out of nowhere, but now that I’ve been working on it, it’ll probably end up one of my favorites. Hope it becomes one of yours too!

Okay, before anyone asks, yes I realize that I do have quite a few stories up online, most of which are completely unfinished. However, I am limiting myself now. I have a few more that I want to put out before the end of April when my schedule changes and I will not be creating any more stories. (Read my profile and you’ll see why) In fact, to make sure that I get a few more things done, I’m not going to create any new stories (THIS DOES NOT INCLUDE ANY PARTNERED PROJECTS) until July. 2 months without any new stories. Meaning I can get some updates finally done the way they should be.

So, for future reference; the only two stories left to create are: Our Truth and Whispered Lies.

The week of April 17—24, I will probably not be updating. This is because the deadline for the contest changed to the 24, meaning I have more time to make it better. I will probably be head over heels trying to get it done and I will probably not even work on fanfiction. I will try my hardest after that though and you’ll get some new updates ready to go for you the last of April.

Including these new updates: Grease Remix, A Cross Between Crimes, 04092105, Butterfly Wings, Extremities, Life Sucks And Then You Die, Virtuality, and Fired Up!

Disclaimer: Danny Phantom is owned by Butch Hartman and Nickelodeon Studios.

the boy at the rock show

first sight

1

When you think of your one true love, you think…hmm…when will I ever find the one that’s really meant for me? The person that will really always be there, no matter what. The one that will take care of you and make you laugh and smile. Comfort you, be with you, love you…The Prince Charming theory takes a bit of a wild ride for some people.

Hey, I’m a girl. And I’m not about to allow myself to be played on by some pretty boy that’s got other things on his mind than what I’m interested in.

I wonder how many guys there are like that on this planet…You’d be surprised at the princes still existent though. I was when I met him.

Do you know that feeling of déjà vu that you get by the simplest things? Some memory triggered that made you feel like you’d done this or that before.

Sometimes…it’s just creepy.

The first time I saw him, I could have sworn I’ve seen him before. And then I remembered the high wire. Standing there with his eyes closed, his hands out to his sides. That was a few months before we actually talked. Heck, I didn’t even remember him until I met him again that day.

It wasn’t a coincidence I swear. It was…a miracle. That day he jumped…And I could have seen the whirlwind my life would have been thrown into after that.

But I didn’t.

“Samantha?”

Oh, just shoot me now…

I looked up at my mother, trying to at least pretend to be getting into what she was showing me. But let’s face it. Little porcelain unicorns weren’t my thing.

Unicorns? Awesome beyond imagination. It represented immortal life. The thing sometimes that I wish I could get.

But when they’re put into figurines, it takes away that eternal life, that innocence. And it was…boring.

Beyond boring.

“Yes?” I asked, humoring her.

“Isn’t this beautiful?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I replied.

I looked nothing like my mother. She had red hair and I had black. She was short, and I was fairly tall for my age. And…not to mention, I was Goth and she despised anything darker than pink. I cringed at the thought.

“Are you alright sweetheart? You look a little pale,” she asked, putting her hand on my shoulder.

I almost laughed. I was always pale. That’s how it was. I was Gothic. I hated the sun and I hated tanning…I shuddered at the thought.

But then another thought occurred to me. Finally! The perfect escape. “Actually…” I said, faking a cough and putting my hand to my head to make my acting even better. “I don’t feel very well…”

“Why don’t you step outside and get some air,” she suggested, actually looking concerned.

“Okay,” I said, pretending to be disappointed. “Don’t get me anything, I’ll be right back.” Not.

“Do you want me to come with me?” she asked.

“No,” I said, almost too quickly. I recovered just as quickly. “I’ll be fine and back before you know it.” Once again, not.

I glanced around and saw the glorious EXIT sign only a few concessions down and gave mom an assuring smile before heading out, feeling very, very proud of myself.

As I stepped out into the sun and retreated to the shadows, I wondered how many people would actually kill themselves to do things like that.

My parents had dragged me off to one of those antique auction things where the newest things were car sales with automobiles from the fifties. I was less than impressed you could say. And I’d spent two full hours there…dying.

It felt like it at least. But it didn’t matter now. I was free. For a while at least. Then again, I could always throw in the excuse that I’d gotten lost. That would buy me at least twenty more minutes.

The sun was finally beginning to set and I sighed, leaning up against the wall with my foot propped up against the building. And then I saw him.

For a moment, I thought I was going crazy as I looked up to see him swinging from the wire cable on the building in front of the one the auction was being held in.

My eyes narrowed. Swinging? How was that possible? That thing…there was no way that someone could do that. Right?

“What are you doing?” I asked, finally going against every little don’t talk to strangers and mind your own business lessons I’d ever been taught.

He didn’t seem to notice me at first, lost completely in his own world. But as I walked closer, he suddenly flipped up, crouching on the wire with a professional grace.

“How are you doing that?” I asked, amazed.

He didn’t reply, glancing me over. I couldn’t see his face. He had messy black hair that covered up most of it, especially his eyes.

Just to mess with him, I spoke one of the two languages I did know. “Como estas?”

To my surprise, he grinned. “Porque.”

Okay…he was either fluent in Spanish or he was actually native of the country. “Hablas ingles?”

“Si,” he replied, putting his arms out in front of him.

“So you’re just messing with me,” I said.

“Maybe…”

“What are you doing?”

“Do you know what it’s like to fly?” he asked, totally throwing me off. I stared at him, blinking several times.

“Excuse me?”

“Do you know what it’s like to fly?” he repeated.

“No, not without a plane. Why?” I asked, biting my lip. He didn’t say anything else, the wind blowing his hair around his face, but still, he barely budged. “Aren’t you afraid of falling?”

“I won’t fall.”

He sounded so sure of himself that I was almost convinced. “Still…you could you know.”

“Why would you be afraid of falling if you can fly?”

Now I was really confused. That and freaked out and…very intrigued. “What do you mean?”

“If you work to understand things, you’ll learn a lot. If you don’t ask the right questions, you’ll understand nothing.”

“You are really cryptic, do you know that?” I challenged.

“How we answer questions depends on the question asked,” he retorted.

“Samantha!” called a voice.

I looked around and then back. But he was gone.

My mouth dropped open. How in the—

“Sam, what are you doing all the way over there?” my mom asked, motioning me back towards her as she stood near the doorway.

“I was…” And tell her what? That you were talking to some weird kid that was hanging from cable wires? And he wasn’t even there anymore? No way.

I was starting to wonder if what I’d seen was really real. Had there really been someone there? Or was I just too bored and made something completely up? That answer was obvious; I couldn’t make someone up out of the blue…which meant…he had to have been real.

But the things he’d done…they were nearly impossible…And the things he’d said…

“Sammiekins!”

I cringed at the old nickname she’d given me and turned around. “Yeah, I’m coming.” Glancing back once more, I started to walk back. I doubted I’d ever see him again.

How wrong I was.

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Hee hee. This is a new turn on things huh? Like my little cryptic version of Danny? Of course, those of you who have read Right Here will know what that’s like already.

So, please R&R! Here’s your sneak peek!

Chapter Two: Parental Control

“I don’t like them, Sam. You know that I’m not sure about some of the…music bands…groups you listen to,” she said after a moment.

I stared. Like that was going to stop me from going to that concert. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“It has to do with everything,” she said. I continued staring and she almost paused. “Look, Sam, dear…can’t there be some other group you can go to?”

“Like?” I asked.

“Oh, I don’t know…” she said.

I didn’t care what she said. I was still…going to that concert.

Lateraina Wolf