Okay so I was listening to my iPod last night and this song came on...I couldn't help it. I mean, COME ON, the words "ghost" and "half a life" are in the song. I couldn't NOT write this.

The italicized words are either thoughts, song lyrics, or flash-backs. The bolded words are text messages.

I don't own Danny Phantom or Jar of Hearts. But I kind of love both of them. Especially Jar of Hearts.


Jar Of Hearts

July 23, 2011


Danny collapsed on his bed in a huff. He glared at the ceiling indignantly, as if daring it to ask him what ever was the matter. His arms wound tightly in a knot over his chest, nearly constricting his breathing. The scowl that seemed to be etched not only across his face, but across his whole body, was one even Sam would have been proud of.

Sam...

Danny rolled onto his side, glaring even more fiercely at the wall at the thought of his best friend's name. Who does she think she is, anyways? He thought, his scowl deepening. I mean, if I want to flirt with Paulina, who is Sam to call me a shallow witch-lover?

He rolled his eyes, the anger welling up in him again. He hadn't spoken to said best friend in over a week, since leaving the park last Wednesday night, where he and Sam had gotten into a huge fight about the fact that Danny liked Paulina. Of course, he thought, that isn't entirely true...I have been feeling weird things about Sam lately...but she's my best friend, my sister!

Uh, gross.

No, she's my best friend. Just my best friend.

My best friend who I'm no longer speaking to.

Great.

The anger began to die down, replaced by a deep, gnawing guilt. He remembered seeing Sam in the hallways at school; she'd looked terrible. Her eyes were bloodshot and dark circles hung beneath them. Her skin was pale, paler than usual. Her hair, usually so sleek and shiny, was dull and mussed up, giving her the appearence of having not slept at all since their fight. Danny had always felt just an instant of pity, before her words came back to him, ringing in his mind as clearly as they had in his ears that night:

"The fact that you actually like her makes you just as shallow and self-centered as her!"

And then he would glare and look away, pretending she didn't exist.

Tucker had been extremely unhelpful in all of this. Danny had been expecting him to be on his side, to sit with him in the cafeteria and glower about the horrible insults Sam had screamed at him that night, but instead, his best friend of nine years went to sit with Sam, telling Danny: "Dude, you kind of deserve this,"

He knew Tucker would be at Sam's at that very moment, as it was a Friday night, and they always went to Sam's on Fridays to play video games that hadn't been released to the normal market yet. The thought made Danny oddly jealous, which confused him more than anything. He was supposed to be angry with Sam, even Tucker a little bit; so why was he jealous?

Who was he jealous of?

Tucker?

No...

Yes.

Great. Just great.

I am an idiot.

I need to apologize...crap.

Suddenly, his phone lit up and vibrated on the floor beside him. He swung his arm down and grabbed the small device in his hand, bringing the screen close to his face. He had recieved a text message. From Tucker.

Come to Sam's. Now. Don't ask questions. You'll thank me later. -T

Well, Danny certainly didn't need to be told twice. He leapt off the bed, transformed to Phantom, and phazed through the wall. He set of toward Sam's, wondering what it was Tucker had planned. When the mansion loomed up in the dull light of the setting sun, Danny began to slow, wondering if he should knock on the front door or just phaze directly into Sam's room. That question was answered almost as soon as he thought it:

Go straight to Sam's room. Don't knock. Go out of her bedroom door, turn right, and go down the hall. Second door on your left. Phaze through the door, stay invisible. Hurry. -T

Danny did as he was told. Sam's room was empty. He floated cautiously into the hallway, which was dark and equally empty. He found the door Tucker instructed him to find, phazed through, and forced himself not to gasp.

The room was huge and completely empty, save a very large, shiny, black grand piano and a single armchair. Sam was seated on the piano bench, Tucker was perched on the edge of the armchair, phone in his face.

"Will you put that thing down?" Sam asked impatiently. Good, Danny thought. She has no idea that I'm here. Maybe I can - "TUCKER!"

"Sorry! It's my mom, she just learned how to text and she won't leave me alone!" Tucker's aggravated voice drifted from behind his phone. Danny repressed a chuckle, wondering if it was true, or if Tucker was lying and actually texting Danny again.

"Just tell her you're busy or something. Stop responding to her!" Sam turned to the keys of the piano and struck a loud, dissonent chord, causing Tucker to drop his phone and slap his hands over his ears.

"Okay! Sorry! I'm done, I'm done, sheesh..." Tucker picked his phone up and slipped it in his pocket. "Since when do you know how to play piano?"

"Since I was five," Sam said, absently picking over the keys, her fingers drifting lightly and effortlessly through the them to create a beautifully simple melody.

"And you never told us?" Tucker asked, his eyebrows arched. Sam froze, glaring at Tucker through narrowed eyes. "Sorry, you never told me?"

"Didn't think it was all that important," Sam said, resuming the song she had begun earlier. "Besides, with all the ghost stuff that came up, I never saw any reason to share this particular fact about myself,"

"Ah," Tucker nodded. "So, why did you suddenly decide to tell me?"

"Because," Sam's voice was soft. "I wrote a song, and I wanted to...see what you think about it,"

"Go for it,"

"I'm not the best singer..."

"Uh, Sam? Do you not remember Ember's concert? Neither am I,"

"Oh. Right."

There was a tense moment of awkward silence, in which all three teens silently remembered what had lead up to that concert, how Danny had become completely infatuated with Sam, before Sam shook it off.

"Anyways...it's called Jar of Hearts,"

"Sounds cheerful."

"Shut up. Sarcasm's my thing."

"Whatever, just play the dang song!"

"Wait! I...I wrote it about him,"

"Who?"

"Who do you think?"

"...Inviso-Bill?"

Sam snorted. "Yes,"

"Just sing it!"

"Okay!"

Her fingers slid onto the keys, hitting a low, sad chord. She drew a single, shaky breath, and began.

"No I can't take one more step towards you

'Cause all that's waiting is regret.

Don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore?

You lost the love I loved the most..."

Danny felt his heart flip uneasily in his chest. Her voice was beautiful, mingling with the slow chord changed on the piano perfectly. His heart nearly exploded when she sang the word love: she loves me? Or...she loved me...

"And I learned to live half a life,

But now you want me one more time...

And who do you think you are?

Runnin' 'round leaving scars

Collecting your jar of hearts

Tearing love apart

You're gonna catch a cold

From the ice inside your soul

So don't come back for me

Who do you think you are?...

I hear you're asking all around

If I am anywhere to be found

But I have grown too strong

To ever fall back in your arms..."

Danny glanced at Tucker. His eyes were wide as he listened to Sam, disbelief at the beauty of the music he was hearing shining through his features. Worry was flickering deep in the recesses of Tucker's eyes; he glanced around nervously, probably searching for a sign that Danny was there, too.

"And I learned to live half a life,

But now you want me one more time...

And who do you think you are?

Runnin' 'round leaving scars

Collecting your jar of hearts

Tearing love apart

You're gonna catch a cold

From the ice inside your sould

So don't come back for me

Who do you think you are?...

It took so long just to feel alright

Remember how to put back the lights in my eyes

I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed

'Cause you broke all your promises

And now you're back

You don't get to get me back..."

Danny felt his heart break. He didn't know he had cause so much damage with that fight; he blushed, ashamed of his behavior...

"Sam, you just don't understand," Danny said, rolling his eyes dramatically at his gothic best friend. "Paulina actually cares about what she looks like, she wants the attention from boys. You...don't,"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sam said, her hands on her hips. "You think that just because I'm a goth and I don't give a crap about outward appearences that I don't want romantic attention?"

"No, just that you don't exactly go looking for it,"

"Oh, well, sorry that I'm not a shallow little witch like Paulina, who'll date the richest guy who comes on to her. Please, forgive me, almighty Danny Fenton." The sarcasm in her voice was so biting, it was almost painful.

"Don't talk about her like that!" Danny cried, feeling his anger rearing up inside him. "She's not a shallow witch! She's pretty, popular, and nice. She's perfect!"

"The fact that you actually like her makes you just as shallow and self-centered as she is!" He stood, shell-shocked, as she turned on her heel and ran out of the park.

"Who do you think you are?" He screamed after her retreating figure. He thought he heard a sob, but dismissed it immediately in his rash anger...

"And who do you think you are?

Runnin' 'round leaving scars

Collecting your jar of hearts

And tearing love apart

You're gonna catch a cold

From the ice inside your soul

So don't come back for me

Don't come back at all

And who do you think you are?

Runnin' 'round leaving scars

Collecting your jar of hearts

Tearing love apart

You're gonna catch a cold

From the ice inside your soul

Don't come back for me

Don't come back at all

Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are?"

The last chords of the song hung sadly in the air. Sam's shoulders slumped forward, her hands still on the keys even after the music stopped. Tucker sat, dumbfounded, opening and closing his mouth repeatedly, as if attempting to create the right words to comfort her with.

"I think I'm an idiot,"

Sam's head snapped up, her eyes scanning the room quickly, searching for the one person she had hoped beyond hope was not in the room...

"Danny?" She hissed, narrowing her eyes. So, he's invisible. "Show yourself."

He materialized at the other end of the piano, his green eyes half-concealed behind his snow-white hair. Regret appeared to be radiating from his features. They froze like that, Sam glaring, infuriated, while Danny gave her his best puppy-dog pout, trying with all his might to show her how sorry he was, with nothing but a piano between them. Tucker sat nervously, trying to blend into the wall, but ready to leap in between them if Sam decided to reveal the fact that she was a black belt in karate or something by round-house kicking Danny's face in.

"Why are you here?" She spat.

"I just realized what an idiot I am..." Danny whispered. He rubbed the back of his neck, dropping his gaze to the lid of the piano. "I came to apologize, but you weren't in your room, and...well...I heard you and Tucker down here..." Danny glanced at Tucker, who shot him a swift nod, before looking back up at Sam. Her expression had softened slightly, but she still looked terrifyingly angry. "I'm so sorry,"

"What did you hear?" She hissed.

"Um...everything,"

"The whole song?"

Danny nodded.

"Crap." She slammed the lid to the keys down and stood, the back of her knees hitting the piano bench with such force it was sent toppling backwards. She turned to the door and made to storm out, when a warm hand caught her around her wrist.

"Sam...wait," Danny's voice was too close to her ear. She turned to face him.

"What?" She snarled, inwardly pleased at the anger she was showing. Of course, her heart was pounding about a million miles a minute at the fact that he was touching her, his now-sapphire eyes boring into hers as he brushed his black hair out of his face...but he really didn't need to know that particular fact at the moment.

"Please, just hear me out..." He begged, pulling her closer to him.

She yanked her wrist out of his grasp and whispered, "I don't think so. I heard plenty last week. I'm done with you, Fenton. Get out of my house,"

Danny's eyes went wide, his mouth hanging open in shock at her words. Sam took advantage of his shock by turning her back to him and storming to the door. Her hand was around the knob when she felt that same warm hand wrap around her wrist again.

"What do you wan-?" Sam's infuriated question was cut short by Danny's lips crashing into hers. She completely froze, shock paralyzing her. Is he...is he kissing me? She felt his lips moving against hers, silently begging her to respond. Oh yeah. He's definitely kissing me.

Sam responded by allowing her eyelids to flutter shut, and her hands to snake up Danny's shoulders and neck, coming to a rest in his hair. His hands found her waist, more slender than he imagined, and rested there. They stayed like that, the kiss remaining soft and sweet, their apologies communicated by soft touches to the other's face.

They broke apart at a bright flash of light and a loud, obnoxious laugh.

"This is so going on the internet!" Tucker brandished his PDA above his head, which was displaying a picture of Danny and Sam kissing.

"I'll kill you, Tuck," Sam growled. Tucker paled and dove beneath the piano, screaming when Sam's combat bood made contact with his butt.


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