Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom. Otherwise, there would be a helluva lot more episodes airing.
Author's Note: To get a real feel for this story, listen to the song "Smother Me" by The Used. Surprisingly, for a song by The Used, it's not in a bad context in any way... despite the title sounding bad. Download that song, listen to it, and read this story. If you don't have the song, it's all right, just Google the entire group of lyrics from this song. I hate writing stories with lyrics intertwined in it, because I just think it's taking up more space than necessary. If it's worth it, there are lyrics in the beginning, like this.
A lot of people seemed to like "Addicted" a while back when I wrote it, so I felt like doing an updated companion piece, now that they're officially together.
July 12, 2007
Let me be the one who calls you baby
All the time
Surely you can take some comfort
Knowing that you're mine
Just hold me tight, lay by my side
and let me be the one who calls you
Baby all the time
I found my place in the world
Could stare at your face for the rest of
Now I can breathe, turn my insides out
and Smother me
Warm and alive I'm all over you
would you smother me?
I know I could say this to your face, but I wouldn't be able to gather up the courage to do this, I don't think. I can fight monsters and ghosts, but I can't confess how much I really, really do love you. Ever since we started going out, my life has gotten so much better. There are no more doubts, no more anger towards anyone else that looks your way, or even mine. We don't have to worry about that trivial shit anymore, and it makes me happy that you're happy, especially when you're with me.
I know we don't have to be together, like dating, to be really happy. Being with you is enough to make me jump for joy, but dating you... being able to see that part of you that comes out when you least expect it... makes me want to shout from the skies how you're mine and I would never leave you, never hurt you, and never... never do anything stupid to fuck this up. Sometimes I have the feeling I could fuck up our relationship, but you're so level-headed when it comes to these things, you keep me in line. My mom keeps mentioning how we remind her of a couple she knows, but I have no clue who she's talking about; part of me thinks she's talking about herself and my dad, but I really hope not. Well, scratch that... they're happy, in love, and still find romance in their lives (gag gag gag) even when they've been married for twenty-five years. I could only hope we're that happy when we're older.
I'll eventually say this to your face, but I felt like I could get everything out better by writing it down, rather than stammering and stuttering in front of you while you tap your foot, ousting me to hurry the hell up and spit out what I was trying to say.
Before I met you, I was so lost. I didn't really know who I was, where I was going, and who I was meant to be. I can breathe easier now knowing that I'm not alone, and will never be alone when you're here with me; you never thought I was a monster, and you've supported me through everything... you don't know how much that meant to me, and still means to me. You were the first person to fully accept me for what I became, and you have never doubted me, even when times were rough. Before I knew you, I was just a normal kid, a loser-ish kid who was obsessed with NASA and dreamed of traveling into space. Then, when I met you, I realized that normal wasn't something I wanted to be; I wanted to be more like you, more caring to the things, like nature, around us, rather than trying to go above and beyond to help save the solar system and things like that. I learned how to appreciate what I have and who I know, because they're the people that mean the most in the end. You mean the most to me at the end of the day.
You're the last thing I think about before I go to bed, and you're the first thing that crosses my mind when I wake up. You're the first person I worry about when I'm in a battle; I always worry that you may get hurt, captured, or terrorized, just by being associated with me. Whenever you do get hurt, I hate being the hero–there are some horrible sacrifices to being the hero sometimes. But, back to happier things...
However... I especially love it when you spend the night. Not in the dirty way (even though that's amazing, too–wink wink), but when we fall asleep together. When you're there, I sleep with the world in my arms, and I wouldn't give it up for anything. Trust me when I say that... I would truly offer myself up to be a full ghost if something happened to you. When I wake up, and you're still sleeping, I just stare at your (don't you dare disagree) beautiful face; I could stare at it for the rest of my life and be fully content.
With you by my side, I can accomplish anything. Even this...
I know we're young, just nineteen, but... I promise, to spend the rest of my life with you, would be all I want in my lifetime when it comes down to the wire. If you're thinking that's a marriage proposal, then it is. If not, then it's a solemn promise. I love you. This letter may be overly corny, but it's the honest truth.
Until the End of Time,
End Note: There you go, something that is not involved in any writing challenge of any sort, than randomly came to me while I was listening to this song. There may be a companion letter from Sam, but I felt that Danny deserved to start one off to begin.
Please review! The more reviews I get, the better chance of Sam writing something back to him. If not, I'll just assume people aren't that interested.
Edited: August 11, 2007