YOU GUYS GOT LET ME IN TO OVER 100 REVIEWS! WHAT! THAT IS CRAZY! I DON'T KNOW WHY THIS IS ALL IN CAPS BUT I'M TOO LAZY TO FIX IT

So yes, this is the sequel to Let Me In, and I suggest that if you never read it before that you should go do that...

I don't really do well with sequels, so I really hope this sequel does just as good as the first story... Fingers crossed...


Chapter One

Don't you break, don't you let me fall for this
Don't you take one more step until this is over
Over with

"This is stupid."

"What's stupid?" Ms. Washington asked Sam. Sam sighed and rubbed her eyes.

"That I finally graduate high school, and now I have to endure these therapy sessions. It's like the torture never ends." It was true. Almost two years had passed and Sam had recently graduated high school, finally. It was summer, she wanted to enjoy it while it lasted, have fun and spend time with Danny, Mason and Tucker, not go to these therapy sessions.

"Your family thinks this will help you." Washington said. Sam shrugged.

"What if they're wrong?" Washington placed her clip board in her lap and leaned forward.

"You think this is a waste of your time?" She asked. Sam crossed her arms and laid them on her lap.

"I don't know. At this point, I feel like nothing can help."

"A lot of people think that. We will get you better, one step at a time." Sam sighed and nodded.

"Right."

"So," Washington started, leaning back and picking up her clip board and a pen, "it's just the first day, but next time we will start to get into your life. It's going to take some time until this starts to help, but that's just the way it is."

"Okay." Sam followed her out the small room, one of many, but the others were being used, filled with people like her, people with consumable problems. Sam signed herself out and stepped out of the place and into the warm, sunny, summer day. The parking lot was nearly empty, seeing it was small anyway, making it easy to spot Mason outside his car. He smiled as she approached him.

"How'd it go?" He asked. She sent him a glare and got into the passenger's seat without a word. Mason got into the car and started the engine, looking over at Sam who had her arms crossed. "What are you so mad about?" He asked.

"Why don't you have to go to therapy?" She asked as he pulled out of the parking lot and onto the main road.

"Because we could only afford for one person to go, and you're more messed up than I am... no offense." Sam sighed and rolled her eyes. "What? What's wrong?" He asked.

"Therapy is stupid. All they're gonna do is make me re-live everything that happened, how is that supposed to help?"

"You're gonna have to stay and find out."

"I don't really want to."

"I know that... Can you do it for me?" She gave him a look and he dropped the forced smile. "Fine, do it for the sake of your relationship with Danny." She raised an eyebrow.

"Are you saying my relationship is in trouble?" He shrugged.

"You tell me. I'm not the one with PTSD." She huffed and looked out the window. She stared out the window the whole car ride home. When she entered through their front door with Mason trailing behind her, her mother looked up from the book she was reading from the living room.

"How was it?" Pam asked, Sam groaning in response. "Sounds like is went good."

"Yup. Obviously it went fantastic." Mason added sarcastically.

"Whatever. I don't get how therapy is supposed to work." Sam said as she went into the kitchen. She pulled out a bottle of water and returned to the living room where Mason and Pam remained.

"Because you're not a therapist." Pam said simply.

"Really?"

"Whatever, enough of this. I just want to go out and enjoy this break while we have it. You coming Sam?" Mason asked.

"No."

"What? Come on, we can go to that beach you love."

"Nope." She didn't wait for him to say anything else before running up to her room and shutting the door. Mason sighed and looked at Pam before digging out his cell phone from his pocket.

"Let's hope a visit from her boyfriend will cheer her up." He said, putting the phone to his ear.

Upstairs in her room, Sam was on her bed reading. Well, she was trying to read, but this whole thing about therapy had her raddled and distracted. There was a knock on the door before Danny peeked in, then proceeded in and sat across from her on her bed.

"Hey." He said.

"Hey."

"What's up?"

"Nothing."

"...That's not what Mason told me." She huffed and looked at him.

"Mason told you to come, didn't he?" She asked. He shrugged and smiled.

"I was on my way over anyway. Now tell me, what's going on with this whole therapy thing?" She sighed and shut her book before throwing it onto her side table.

"I want to move past what happened to me, not re-live it by telling what happened over and over in therapy." Danny shrugged.

"Therapists know what they're doing. They wouldn't make you do something that wouldn't benefit you, so trust them."

"At least you know the right things to say." Sam smiled. Danny laughed and leaned in to kiss her, only for Mason's voice to break them up.

"If it gets too quiet up there, I'm kicking your door down!" They heard him yell from downstairs. Sam and Danny immediately moved away from each other.

"It would be great if we had a place to go where no one could scream at us." Sam said. Danny kicked his feet over the side of the bed and stood up before pulling Sam off the bed as well.

"What if I said I did?" Sam raised an eyebrow.

"I'd say, let's go." They drove for about fifteen minutes, where Danny finally parked in an apartment plaza. He got out of the car, sunglasses shielding his eyes from the sun, and looked over at Sam, who looked very confused as she got out of the car.

"Just follow me." Danny said, grabbing her hand and leading her inside. They took the elevator up to the third floor where Danny took out keys. The elevator door opened and he walked down the hall way and stopped at the last door, sticking his key in the lock and opening the door. He and Sam walked in and he turned on the lights as Sam turned to look at him.

"Wait a minute," The confusion wore off and she had figured it out. Danny held his arms out.

"I got my own apartment." He said.

"Why?" He shrugged.

"I'm eighteen and graduated with a job, I can afford it. I think it's time I learn how to take care of myself anyway."

"Aww, my boyfriend is responsible." Sam teased, making him smile sheepishly. She started to look around, and he followed her as she did.

"I don't have a lot of furniture though, my parents and Tucker's parents gave me their old stuff and I just picked whatever matched with each other." Sam crossed her arms and turned to him.

"Not bad for a guy."

"I'll take that as a compliment." She sat on the couch and Danny sat next to her, watching as she pulled her knees up to her chest, much like she always did.

"When are you starting college?" She asked. He looked to the side, avoiding eye contact.

"Well... about that..." He started. She gave him a dead panned look.

"What?" She asked. He rubbed the back of his neck and turned back to her.

"I'm not going to college." He admitted.

"What do you mean you're not going?"

"I'm going to a trade school."

"Yeah, but I thought you were going to go to college first." He shook his head.

"I want to go to my auto engineering trade school, so after I graduate from it, they'll place me at a job, and I'll be set."

"So you're saying that you get to build engines and cars all day and I get to suffer in college with people I'll most likely dislike?" Danny laughed.

"Yup."

"That doesn't sound very fair."

"Life isn't fair."

"I think I know that more than anyone."

"Right... Oh, wait a minute," He said, suddenly remembering something. He got up from the couch and went over to the kitchen, where he opened one of the cabinets and pulled something out. "Think fast." He said, throwing the object to her. She caught it in her right hand and looked at it, seeing it was a key. "It's a copy if the key, you know, in case you want to stop by or whatever..." He said.

"Cool, so if Mason drives me insane to the point where I'm about to kill him, I have an escape." She said, slipping the key into her back pocket.

"Great." He said sarcastically. He exited the kitchen and sat back down next to Sam, putting an arm around her. "I like it here. It's a pretty small complex so there's not a lot of people, but all the people I have encountered are pretty nice." Sam nodded.

"That's good."

"Yeah, it's better than being surrounded by jerks."

"Hey, just like high school." Danny scoffed.

"Yeah, glad that's over."

"Yup, and now I can finally spend time with you." Sam said, wrapping her arms around his neck. Danny smiled and wrapped his hands around her waist, but that was as far as he got for his phone went off. He groaned and dropped his hands.

"Seriously?" He asked himself, digging into his pocket to get his cell phone out. Sam kept her arms around his neck as he put the phone to his ear. "Hello?...Yeah man... I meant to get back to you on that, hold on," He dropped the phone for a minute, looking at Sam. "Tyrone wants to know if we're gonna come to his graduation party."

"Uhh," She have him a look, not being very fond of parties.

"Come on, Tucker and Mason are going," He tried. She rolled her eyes.

"Fine."

"Sweet." He put the phone back up to his ear. "Yeah, we'll be there... Okay, bye." He stuffed his phone back into his pocket and raised his hands in the air. "Party!"

"Ew."

"Come on, it's not gonna be a wild party, just a couple of friends hanging out in his house."

"Whatever."

"It'll be fun."

"I don't have fun."

"You call dropping water balloons from a roof onto people's heads that we hate passing by on the street not fun?"

"That's torture, it's different." She defended.

"Well, you're coming with me, whether you like it or not."

"'My boyfriend kidnaps me to places I don't want to go.' Great, just another thing to talk about in therapy." Sam said sarcastically. Danny smiled and rolled his eyes, making Sam raised an eyebrow. "I'm not joking."

"Well, that's not nice."

"Hey, you're the one who wanted me to do this therapy thing, I might as well take it seriously." She smiled menacingly.

"...Therapy is stupid."

"Now you get it."


Ehh, kind of slow, even if it is long, but get ready for the next chapter... 'cause you'll shit bricks...

In other news, Me and Melissa wrote a Gravity Falls story (Until It's Gone) and it will kill your soul... it's even angstier than this story and YES, THAT IS POSSIBLE

As always, I will reply to your reviews at the end of every chapter... so... yeah

Update next weekend so... Review please :P