I swear I’m working on EBGO (I already have 2600+ words already on chapter 6), but this idea came to me and couldn’t resist writing it. Well, not technically. OK, fine, I completely ripped it off House. LOL. –is shot-

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“Smile, Sammy!”

Sam grimaced as the camera lens shuddered and snapped a picture of her. “Tucker,” she said with the patience of a mother with two young, immature boys, “you’ve been click-happy with that camera the entire day. Give it a break.”

“Lighten up, Sam,” Danny grinned at his best friends. “It is our last summer in Amity, after all.”

“Then we’re off to college!” Tucker sang. “College with many, many single girls waiting to go out with me…”

“Yeah, right,” coughed Danny inconspicuously.

Sam looked at them through her dark lenses in her sunglasses. “We’re hardly 2 hours away from Amity. I don’t consider that moving away from home.”

Danny and Tucker continued talking excitedly about the possibilities waiting for them in college, but Sam just tuned them out, pushed up her glasses, and looked at her best friends.

Contrary to what her mother said—or hoped—her friendship with Danny and Tucker hadn’t faded away with time. Instead it intensified, growing stronger through the typical struggles of high school and the not-so-typical problems of being the best friend of one of the most famous ghosts in the entire ghost zone, often attracting the powerful and treacherous ghosts that roamed the spirit dimension. And now they were off to college, Danny and Tucker both older and wiser, yet just as immature as they were when they walked in the door of Casper High. She couldn’t believe that high school was already over.

And Danny. Sam unconsciously turned her wistful gaze onto Daniel Fenton, her innocent, sweet, loving, clueless friend. She had hoped that her crush, when ignored, would dissolve away as she watched him date other girls and chase after other things, but instead, it intensified just like the trio’s friendship. She was as much in love with him as she was so many years ago, yet he remained the same, blissfully unaware that friendship love was not the love she felt for him. No matter how many times she was afraid she had slipped and let him know exactly how much she cared for him, he still was as ignorant as ever, not knowing how much it hurt her when he talked of other girls and treated her like she wasn’t a girl, like she wasn’t completely enamored with him.

Despite how much she hated him for being so clueless, she couldn’t help but love him, his beautiful blue eyes always there for her, always taking care of her, watching her back. Maybe he would never love her the way she wanted him to—but she would rather have his platonic love than his indifference.

Snap. The camera jolted Sam out of her reverie, and Danny gave her an odd look. “Sam, you OK?” he asked worriedly. “You looked kinda out of it…”

She gave him a weak grin. “I’m fine, just thinking,” she said weakly, then gave them both a genuine laugh. “Come on, we’ll be late for the movie.”

S2

“Hah!” Tucker snickered at the picture of Danny caught unaware, eyes halfway in a blink and looking completely dazed. “Now that’s a Kodak moment.”

The three were lounging on Sam’s bed; looking over the memories Tucker had recorded that day. “Oh yeah, take a look at this one Tucker—oh, wow!”

“What?” Tucker leaned in, and then looked a bit surprised. “Oh, Sam, that’s got to be your best one.”

“Best one as in good, or embarrassing?” Sam attempted to look at the picture, but Danny was still examining it carefully.

“Sam, you look amazing in this one,” he said carefully, still intent. “I rarely see you look like this…you almost look blissful.” He gave a wry smile.

Sam almost snorted. “Blissful? Thanks for ruining my goth image.”

“I swear!” Danny insisted, and showed her the picture when Tucker had caught her in her trance. “Look at you…I’ve never seen that expression on your face. You should smile like that more often,” Danny said teasingly. His expression turned puzzled. “What were doing?”

“Oh,” Sam tried to brush it off. “Just thinking, I guess.”

Danny frowned, and looked at it again. “Well, you must have been thinking of something nice…”

“Yeah,” she murmured. “Guess I was.”

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Yes, I realize this is completely cheesy. Shut up. P You should know by now that my short little DxS writings are all corny. Haha.

R&R, pretty please?