"My turn?" Sam asked as her hand slipped off his shoulder. He nodded, his face adopting a confused expression. Sam leaned back against the wall, purposely changing her own expression from apprehensive to thoughtful. It was bad enough having him ask questions about himself (though he didn't know it was him), now she had to ask questions about who he liked. At a loss, she decided to ask the first question that popped into her head. Coincidentally, it was the same question Danny asked her.
"Is she alive?" She wondered if the look she'd given him was anything like the look he was giving her. Instead of responding verbally, she simply looked at him expectantly, waiting for his answer.
The question really wasn't all that far-fetched, especially considering that he dealt with female ghosts far more often than she dealt with male ghosts. Plus, since it never usually took him long to kick their butts and send them back where they came from, the female ghosts had far more respect for him than the girls in their school, because they recognized both of Danny's forms.
Desiree was way too obsessed with granting wishes, Kitty would never really break it off with Johnny, Spectra was practically a senior citizen, and Dora had a whole country to run. Ember, however, was a different story.
She couldn't have been more than a couple years older than them and when she wasn't scowling she was actually kind of pretty. And though Sam would never say it out loud, she had real talent as a musician. Plus, she'd overheard some Phan-girls talking about how Danny and Ember's fights were "like, totally the result of some, like, serious sexual tension."
Luckily for Sam she hadn't gotten completely lost in her thoughts, so she heard Danny's response. "Yeah, she's alive."
Though she only made a noncommittal noise of acknowledgement, Sam was jumping for joy on the inside. She still had a chance. Quickly, Sam stopped that train of thought in its tracks. There was no way she could win when she wasn't even in the running.
The Goth had already assumed that she'd at least met Danny's girl before. He didn't talk to girls very often, and when he did, it was usually when she was nearby. Not that she followed him around, that just always seemed to be the case…. Moving on.
Sam asked her next question before the words even fully registered in her brain. "Is she pretty?"
Danny froze for a second, but quickly relaxed. His head fell back against the wall with a soft thump, and his eyes slipped closed. His lips lifted at the corners and a small, happy smile appeared on his face.
"She's gorgeous," he breathed. His mind had conjured an image of Sam on the night of their first high school dance. The black and lavender dress had hugged her curves perfectly, though she hadn't had many back then. The black fishnet sleeves had provided a striking contrast to the pale skin of her arms. For once she had been wearing more than just mascara and eyeliner. The purple eye shadow she added really made her amethyst eyes pop. When he'd seen her at the dance, it had seemed as though a spotlight was shining on her.
Danny would never forget that night. He'd been having strange feelings towards Sam for some time, but that was the night they solidified into romantic feelings. Dancing to the last song with her had been one of the greatest experiences of his life.
Sam watched him. His eyes were closed but she'd known him so long she could read him anyway. He'd relaxed back against the wall, his mind so focused he'd forgotten his injuries; the tilt of his head, the soft smile that curled the corners of his mouth upwards, all bespoke of his adoration for this nameless, faceless girl.
His eyes opened, the icy blue searing her to her soul. "She's gorgeous," he repeated.
In that instant Sam knew, knew like she knew her own name, that Danny was madly in love with this girl and nothing would change that.
She tried to mask it, the pain she was feeling, but it seeped into every corner of her heart, every crevice of her soul, quickly sapping her resolve to not let Danny see her anguish.
She'd never been quite as sure as everyone else that he was as head over heels for her as she was for him, but she'd hoped. Now every hope, every thought of future happiness with the only boy she would ever love, was destroyed, shattered, completely obliterated… just like her heart.
Unfortunately, in her mind at least, Danny saw her devastated expression before she turned away.
"Sam?" he asked. She shook her head and stood, walking away from him to the door. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asked following her.
Sam searched desperately for an ounce of Goth indifference, but couldn't find enough to even think up a good excuse for her sadness, let alone stop the tears welling in her eyes.
Danny watched as Sam covered her face with her hands, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. Though he no longer had his ghost powers, the sound of a tear hitting the floor echoed loudly in his ears.
An upset Sam was one thing. A crying Sam was an entirely different thing. He'd never really learned how to handle crying females as his mom only cried at funerals, where his dad was there to comfort her; Jazz analyzed her emotions so consistently she rarely got to the point where tears were involved; and Sam… well, Sam was Goth.
If it had been a different situation he would have immediately started looking for whom to beat the crap out of. As it was, he could only stare in mute horror, reluctant witness to the pain he'd unintentionally caused the girl he only wanted to protect.
However, some instinct must have been buried deep in his subconscious, because when a sound that was undeniably a sob managed to escape her lips, he reacted.
Wrapping his fingers around her wrists, he gently pulled her hand from her face, simultaneously pulling her towards him. He arranged her arms around his waist, before wrapping his own limbs around her. Slowly, steadily he rubbed circles into her back, whispering his apologies for whatever he'd said to make her so upset, and promising he'd to his best to make it better.
Sam was mortified, but she couldn't stop the tears from flowing. She simply listened to Danny's soothing voice, letting its deep timbre relax her.
"Feel better?" Danny asked cautiously, when she'd stopped shaking. She nodded her head, but didn't move away from him. "Do you want to tell me what I said to make you so upset?"
She pulled away, swiping at her cheeks to remove any evidence of her breakdown.
"Nothing," she said turning away, "It was nothing."
For a moment Danny could do nothing but stare at her. After several moments he managed to say, "You can't do that."
She turned to look at him, an expression of confusion purposely plastered on her features. "Do what?" she asked.
"That," he replied, "You can't just burst into tears, which you never do, and then not only not tell me what I said to make you upset, but act like you weren't upset in the first place."
Sam sighed; she knew that whenever Danny denied being upset, it pissed her off and that she didn't leave him alone until he told her what was wrong.
"It's written all over your face," she muttered.
"What made you upset is written on my face?" he asked. Sam looked up to find him rubbing his cheeks and forehead as if he'd be able to feel something written on his face. Though she rolled her eyes, the corners of her mouth lifted into a smile.
"No," she said. Her smile fell. "How much you love her."
"Oh," Danny said. His hand went up to rub the back of his neck, a clear sign that he was embarrassed, but she didn't spare time to wonder about it.
"Every ghost has an obsession. Your ghost half makes you obsessive, but your human half makes you obsessive about more than one thing."
"I'm not obsessive," Danny said defensively.
"Oh, really? Do you or do you not put your pencil in the exact same place on your desk in every class?" Silence. "Do you or do you not get the same lunch on certain days of the week, every week, and complain when the order is mixed up?" No answer. "Do you or do you not have certain excuses that you only use for certain teachers?" Not a word. "Yeah, that's what I thought. And that's just school; don't even get me started on your room."
"My room's a mess," Danny said smugly.
Sam raised an eyebrow. "Where are your videogames? The few books you actually read? Your red Nikes?" Danny frowned when an image of where each thing was popped into his head. "Exactly," Sam said.
"Okay, so apparently I'm a little bit obsessive about some stuff," he ignored Sam's eye roll, "But what does that have to do with anything? What does it have to do with you getting so upset?"
"Danny, this girl, you really, really love her. It's so easy to see. There's a thin line between love and hate and an even thinner line between love and obsession. If you're not already more than a little obsessed with this girl it's only a matter of time before you are, and I'm getting the feeling she doesn't know you exist and…"
"She knows I exist," Danny interrupted, "She just doesn't know how I feel about her."
Sam paused for a moment then shook her head. "That's worse," she said staring at the ground.
"You sound like you speak from experience," Danny said frowning.
Sam ignored the comment and continued, "I just don't want you to spend your time pining for this girl and get your heart broken."
"Sam," Danny said softly.
"And," she said more quietly, "Remember when you got Doom 4? Tucker and I barely saw you until you beat it; that was like, a week. I feel like if you get this girl, you're going to disappear."
Danny remembered the incident and instantly felt awful for making Sam feel like he thought a videogame was more worth his time than she was. It was just, once he started playing, he couldn't bear to stop until he'd won. Danny made a mental not to talk to Jazz about his newly noticed obsessive tendencies, before returning his attention to Sam.
"I'm sorry. With the game I just…" he started.
"No, no, I get it. Once you started, you had to beat it. It's just, when you finally beat it, I asked you if it was that good, and you spent a half hour ranting about how bad it was. I'm still sure the only reason you stopped talking about it was because the Box Ghost showed up. If you spent all that time playing a game you didn't even like that much, you're definitely going to want to spend all your time with whoever this girl is."
"I already spend all my time with her," he blurted. 'Crap,' he thought immediately after.
"You spend all your time with me and Tucker," Sam said shaking her head.
Danny quickly turned away, knowing even as he did it that it was the worst move he could possibly make. Unconsciously he rubbed the back of his neck.
Sam, wondering at his most obvious tell, mentally replayed what they'd been talking about. Danny was embarrassed because she'd said he spent all his time with her and Tucker. She'd said that because he'd said he already spent all his time with the girl he liked. He spent all his time with the girl he liked and he spent all his time with her and Tucker. He was embarrassed. Tucker wasn't a girl.
"Danny…" She hated the tremble in her voice, but she couldn't help it. "Do you… are you… is it… is it me?"
There was a long pause before Danny asked, "Is what you?" His voice was sad, resigned.
Sam took a deep breath, steeling herself. "Am I the girl? Are you… in love with me?" He was silent, silent for so long her hope began to fade.
She cursed herself for hoping, cursed him for being so easy to love in the first place, cursed fate for letting her fall in love with someone who would never love her back. She bent her head trying to keep the tears from spilling over; she'd cried enough for six months, let alone one day.
Then, suddenly, he was in front of her. She jerked her head upwards surprised by his sudden appearance in her field of vision.
Emotions flickered across his face at lightning speed, too quickly for her to decipher. He swept her into a hug and she instantly relaxed into the feeling of absolute safety she felt whenever she was in his arms.
"I'm sorry," he whispered.
"For what?" she sighed. She felt the movement of his head above hers.
"For me. I know you think of me as a best friend, a brother almost, but I really can't help how I feel about you. You're just… you're so amazing Sam, and you don't even realize it. I'm sorry that I can… realize it, I mean… not because I don't want to… it's just that the way I think you're amazing is different from the way Tucker thinks you're amazing and I… I'm sorry because I don't want you to feel bad about not feeling the same way about me. I'm sorry I made Tucker keep it from you. I'm sorry if this… how I feel… ruins our friendship. I'm just sorry."
"You still didn't answer my question," she said. Her voice was slightly muffled by the position of her face against his chest, but they'd discovered long ago that even without his powers he had better-than-average hearing. Sam tilted her head upwards anyway. "Are you in love with me?" she asked again.
Staring into her amethyst eyes, Danny was compelled by a force greater than himself to ignore his self-preservation instincts, to tell the truth.
"Yes." He barely had a moment to register Sam's brilliant smile before her lips were on his.
Kissing her was better than he ever imagined. Her lips were soft, like the petals of the flowers she cared so much for. Before Danny could stop himself he was swiping his tongue across her full bottom lip. Immediately she granted him entrance. Her mouth was warm and sweeter than anything he'd ever tasted. He knew he would never get enough.
Sam reveled in the battle of the tongues. He tasted like snowfall: cold and pure. Reluctantly she pulled away.
Looking up at him, her amethyst eyes shining with happiness, she said, "I love you, too."
"You do?" he asked. Surprise was written all over his face.
Sam gave him a questioning look. "What did you think me kissing you meant?"
Danny's hand left her waist to rub the back of his neck. "I don't know. 'I'm sorry I don't like you back, here's a consolation prize'?" Sam could barely keep herself from laughing. She wrapped her arms around his neck, simultaneously pushing herself onto the tips of her toes and pulling him towards her. She pressed their lips together. This time they didn't break apart until they desperately needed oxygen.
"Have I made myself clear?" she asked panting.
"I'm not sure," Danny said smirking, "Maybe you should explain a bit more?"
Sam smirked back and pulled him towards her.
The new couple sat against the back wall; this time instead of side by side, Sam sat sideways in Danny's lap. It had taken a while, but Danny had finally convinced her it wouldn't hurt him at all. Her head was nestled in the crook of his neck. His arms were wrapped around her, his fingers occasionally brushing against the exposed skim of her waist.
Sam revealed in the sparks the skin-to-skin contact induced. The Goth broke the comfortable silence. "How long have you liked me?" she asked tilting her head upwards.
Danny gave her an embarrassed smile. "Since freshman year."
Sam's eyebrows shot up as her eyes widened. "Really? That long?" Danny nodded, a soft pink hue adorning his cheeks. "I can't believe this," Sam groaned.
"Why?" asked curiously, "Have you liked me since then too?"
"No, since the eighth grade," she said absently; she didn't notice the shocked look on Danny's face. "But Tucker kept telling me that you liked me and I should just ask you out."
"He kept telling me the same thing about you," Danny responded. He looked down at her. "You're not going to try to get back at him are you?"
Sam shrugged. "I'm really not all that upset about it. I mean, he could have done this a number of different ways, but everything worked out. I might decide to lock him in a closet with Jazz though, see how he likes it."
"Why would you…?" Danny's voice trailed off. Sam watched as his confused expression changed to one of horrified understanding.
"Likes her?" Sam finished. "Yeah, kind of a lot."
"Like him back?" she completed, smirking. "Yeah. Kind of a lot."
"How do you…?" Danny still couldn't finish a sentence.
"Know about it?" The Goth asked. "You're not the only Fenton that blushes." Sam's amusement faded when Danny continued to stare dazedly into space. "Danny? Are you okay?" she asked cautiously.
"Yeah," he said unconvincingly, "I just really didn't see that coming."
Sam snickered. "Yeah, it took me awhile to figure it out too." A thought occurred to her and she asked, "Would you be okay with it if they got together?"
Sensing the underlying threat in her voice, Danny chuckled. "Yeah, I think so. I mean, as long as they don't start making out in front of me or something."
Sam gave a small laugh. "Think about it this way," she smirked up at him, "She could be dating Tucker, who you know, or she could be dating some guy you don't know, who could be a creep."
Danny blinked and Sam watched as the thought settled into his mind. He nodded and looked over at her. "You ready to get out of here?"
Sam nodded; they'd figured out his powers would probably be back in about half an hour, but neither of them really wanted to wait that long. They were happy to spend time with each other, they just wanted to do in a more comfortable place.
"I'll text him first?" she asked.
"Sure," Danny agreed.
Sam pulled out her phone and texted Tucker: Sam Manson.
Right after she pressed send, Danny texted him: Danny Fenton.
Within a minute he had texted them back: I'm gonna need some proof that's what you two really think.
Danny and Sam glanced from their phones to each other, before laughing. "Should we give him proof?" Danny asked.
Sam rolled his eyes. "Might as well. If we don't, he's not going to let us out of here." Danny raised an eyebrow.
"You do realize any 'proof' we give him will probably be forwarded to everyone we know right?" he asked.
"Definitely, you mean. And I really don't have an issue with people knowing I'm your girlfriend," she replied. Her voice was confident, but Danny didn't miss the way her hand reached up to tug on her ponytail; Sam always did that when she was nervous.
He reached out and pulled her towards him. "And I don't have any problems with people knowing I'm your boyfriend." He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers in a short, sweet kiss. Pulling away, he pressed some buttons on his phone.
"What are you doing?" Sam asked.
"Making proof," he replied.
"Making proomph…" She was interrupted by him once more placing his lips on hers. She melted into the kiss with no protest, not even hearing the click when Danny used his phone to snap a picture; though, she did notice when his other arm wrapped around her waist to pull her closer.
They broke off the kiss when Danny's phone buzzed. It was Tucker: Proof?
"Yeah, yeah, I got your proof," he muttered.
"You do?" Sam asked.
Danny nodded and showed her the picture he'd snapped. The lighting was dim and the angle was slightly awkward, but it was clearly a snapshot of them kissing.
Sam smiled at the photo. "Send it to me too," she said.
"Found your new wallpaper, huh?" Danny asked amused.
"Shut up," she replied blushing. Danny said nothing more but smiled as he saved the picture, sent it to both Tucker and Sam, and made it his own wallpaper.
Sam's phone buzzed and she pulled away to post her new wallpaper.
Within a minute, they heard the door being unlocked. Their fingers intertwined as they walked quickly towards the door, relishing the idea of freedom.
The moment they stepped into the hallway, Danny felt a ripple of cold throughout his body; his ghost core was up and running.
Feeling his skin's sudden drop in temperature, Sam looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. "Powers back?" she asked.
"Yep," he replied; his exasperation was clear in his voice.
"Of course," she said shaking her head. Danny's only response was to shrug and give her a look that said 'What are you gonna do?'
"Finally," a familiar voice said. The newly formed couple turned to look at their friend. "It finally happened. You two are finally together." The techno-geek somehow managed to look both on the verge of tears and incredibly smug.
"You shouldn't have locked us in there," Sam said furiously.
"Are you really that upset that I did?" Tucker asked. Sam rubbed her forehead.
"Look, Tuck, it's cool that you tried so hard to get us together, but couldn't you have picked a more comfortable place?"
The boy rolled his eyes. "It wasn't planned, Sam. The opportunity was there; I took advantage of it."
Sam opened her mouth to respond again, but was distracted by Danny's hand squeezing hers. She turned to look at her boyfriend, who had his other hand resting on his stomach. "C'mon, we're out of the closet," he paused and shook his head as realized the connotation of his words, but continued, "Let's just get out of here and find some food. I'm starving."
"Me too," Sam and Tucker chorused. The Goth turned to give him a questioning look.
"I wasn't going to just leave you two locked in a closet," he said. Looking offended, he gestured to the things he'd gotten from their lockers, "What if a ghost had attacked?"
The Goth gave him a considering look. She walked over and grabbed their things before turning back to Danny. "You okay?" she asked softly.
"Yeah," he nodded, grabbing his backpack from her hand, "Now that my powers are back it doesn't hurt as much. Plus, everything's healing anyway."
Tucker began to feel a little guilty for forcing his friend to stay in such a small, uncomfortable place while injured. But when Sam stood on the tips of her toes and tilted her head up, and Danny leaned down to kiss her, any and all guilt disappeared. His two best friends were finally together and that's all that mattered.
"All right, all right. That's enough of that. I'm in serious danger of losing my appetite and I'm a growing boy that needs food," he said as he walked past them.
Sam broke the kiss to go after Tucker, pulling Danny along with her. "I doubt anything could make you lose your appetite. You were hungry even after we got splattered in ecto-ink from that stupid giant octopus."
The pair continued to bicker all the way to the Nasty Burger, with Danny occasionally adding his own input. It was the start of yet another weekend for the infamous Amity Park Trio.
On Monday, Danny and Sam were surprised by the amount of congratulations they received on their new relationship. They were even more surprised that people knew because they'd seen them kissing in the hallways, not because Tucker had forwarded them what had been dubbed "The Proof." They were less surprised and far from amused when they learned he'd been betting on when they would "stop living in denial and finally get together." Danny was quick to forgive, but Sam's thirst for vengeance was not so easily quenched.
That Friday, Tucker found himself locked in the janitor's closet with a certain red-headed, blue-eyed Fenton. However, the techno-geek and psychologist-to-be were nowhere near as stubborn as the halfa and the Goth. Danny and Sam, much to their respective horror and chagrin, received their own form of "proof" of proof not twenty minutes later.
That evening the two couples went on a double-date to the movies; the first of many.
A/N: YAY! I finished my first multi-chap! Sorry to everyone who was hoping for a longer story; I hope you liked the ending, at least. Even though this is the last chapter, I would really appreciate it if you guys would review and tell me if you liked the story. Again, please tell me your favorite part, and if there was something you didn't like, tell me that too. I'm not sure how long it's going to be before I post another DP story, but hopefully it's soon. Thanks for reading, you guys. :)