You First

Reposted. I don't know why. Anyway, here you go.

I don't own Danny Phantom. I should think it was obvious.

Sam had been preparing for Friday afternoon all week. And the day was passing just as the rest of the week had: slowly. Torturously. Slowly. She couldn't wait for after school, the waiting was killing her. She was finally going to tell Danny how she really felt about him. Finally after three long years (possibly more, she didn't want to know) of keeping it a secret (sort of) she was going to tell him. Going to look into those arctic eyes and say what she'd wanted to since freshman year.

Right now, she was sitting in an exceedingly dull math class, the second to last period of the day. And she had it with Danny.

From behind her, a piece of crumpled paper was thrown unceremoniously onto her desk. She whipped around, ready to breathe fire at whoever had thrown it, only to see Danny grinning an almost ecstatic, loony grin at her. She could only smile back. Part of her hated it that he could do that to her, make her melt with one simple look. He had to feel it too. He just had to. He couldn't have been so stupid as to not notice that their chemistry had only been heated as they'd gotten older. He flirted with her right back, didn't he? Told her that she looked pretty or complimented her randomly. He just had to feel it too…

She flattened out his note and read:

Sammy! (He was the ONLY one allowed to call her that.) I have something REALLY important and REALLY good to tell you. Meet me out by the lunch tables after school.


Sam's heart skipped a beat before accelerating to a pace she usually only got while she was running or otherwise exercising. No way… could he seriously…? She shook her head, but it didn't help. After all, they did think a LOT alike… it could be possible that he wanted to tell her the same thing she wanted to tell him. And she had seem him at the local florist just yesterday, so maybe… just maybe… she barely dared to hope.

She turned back around to give him a grin, acknowledging that she would, indeed, meet him after school.

The rest of the day passed just as slowly as the entire week had and the moment the bell rang, Sam rushed from her English class to the outdoor lunch area, not stopping for anything… or anyone.

"Danny!" She cried when she saw him casually leaning against one of the tables, a happy grin on his face.


"I've got something to tell you too," she said breathlessly.

Danny smiled. "Okay, you first."

"No," she said, "you go first."

"I insist, ladies first," he smiled broader.

"Exactly, you first," she smirked.

"Ouch! Okay, just for that, you first."

Sam grinned. "Fine," she took a deep breath. "Danny, for the past I- er… no… I mean…" Come on Sam, don't lose it now! "Look, Danny. I like you. I like you a lot. As more than a friend. And I- I think I might be in love with you…"

Danny looked severely taken aback for a moment. He was in shock. Maybe he should have gone first. His mouth hung open and his eyes were as wide as dinner plates. He couldn't speak.

Sam eyed him warily. Either he was playing a joke or this was bad. Really, really, really bad. "Okay, Danny, I just made one of the biggest confessions of my life and that face is doing nothing for my nerves… so… say something!"

"I should have gone first… I think…"

"Why?" Sam's heart began to fall. This was not going at all like she'd hoped, like she'd expected. "What were you going to say?"

"I asked Valerie out again… and she said yes…" he muttered quietly and slowly, trying not to hurt his best friend of ten years. The girl he'd grown up with, the girl who confused him… Why did she have to say that now? Was it really necessary? He sighed inwardly.

Sam bit back tears. "Oh. Well, I just made a complete fool of myself, didn't I?" Anger and self-loathing replaced sadness quickly. "You know what? Just forget I ever said that. Somebody has quite clearly drugged me or something because how could I ever fall for a moron like you!"

"But, Sam… I-"

"I don't want to hear it, Danny. I hope you too will be really happy together. See ya later," she turned on heel and walked away, not daring to let the tears fall until she had rounded the school to the front.

She should have made him go first.


Yes, that is the end. Don't gimme that look. If I feel compelled to, I may write a second chapter, but right now, this fits my life almost perfectly and something that actually happened to me. Not quite the same, but close enough… so yeah. This is the kind of ending I wanted for this little one-shot. Sorry guys. I do hope you enjoyed it though! Please review! I'm accepting flames for this one.

I wrote this because so many people do these one-sided confession fics where "Danny" (ie, the person announcing that they are dating someone new) would go first and thus save "Sam" (ie, the person wanting to proclaim their love) the pain of having to hear the crushing news after they've just beared their soul. I wanted to do it the other way around. I wanted someone to get crushed, because that actually happens in life. You may not like it, it may not make you warm and fuzzy, but there it is.