The last chapter! This took me forever, but it's worth it! Please enjoy and review, favorite, follow, whatever.

I don't own Danny Phantom.


~ About One Month Later ~


"You know it's hard to concentrate when you're doing that," I smirked while holding up my notebook and pen for emphasis.

"That's the point," came Danny's muffled reply as he continued to lightly kiss my neck.

"Yeah, well that's not working for me. Tomorrow's graduation and my speech isn't done," I stated giving him a playful push.

"You've had a month to work on that thing," he whined, lips forming into an adorable pout.

"No. I've had a month to catch up with all my exams and what not," I corrected.

"Forget the speech. Just say that you hated half of them all and get it over with," he said, deciding to place his head in my lap to make working difficult.

"Hmm, tempting, but I don't think so," I chuckled, ruffling his hair.

"Ah, you're no fun."

I smacked him in the forehead and leaned my head back against the couch, closing my eyes in thought. It was silent for a few minutes, until Danny decided to break it.

"Sam?" he asked.


"Remember when we got together in the lab?"

"Yes," I replied with a slight smile.

"Why did you say you were scared?"

I pondered this for a minute before deciding on my answer.

"I was afraid of what could happen if we got together. You never hurt me, not really. I mean, everyone's entitled to like who they want, and I was too much a coward to clue you in to my feelings. I just used all that as an excuse to be honest," I said.


"I didn't want to lose you as a friend. Sure there was a small chance that you could return my feelings and then we'd get together, but what if something went wrong? What then? I was just so scared of losing you forever…I still am a little scared actually," I laughed a little at the end.

"Sam, you have no reason to be scared. I love you, and I always will," Danny stated proudly.

"I know, but someone has to be the worrier," I said jokingly, looking down at him.

He rolled his eyes but returned my smile anyways. He sat up and sat on the couch normally.

"Well, I guess you do need to finish that speech…" he sighed.

"Afraid so," I responded with a shrug.

"Well then, get out of my house," he ordered pointing to the door.

"What?" I asked with a shocked laugh.

"I'm going to distract you too much, and I'm not even going to try not to, so it's just best if you get away from me. You'll never get it done if you don't, and that my dear is a promise," he said wiggling his eyebrows at the end.

"Fair enough. Bye, see you tomorrow," I sighed, giving him a light peck on the lips before walking to the door.

"LOVE YOU!" he shouted obnoxiously.

"I love you too," I called back with an eye roll at his childishness.

I walked out into the warm air with a smile on my face. The past month really had been something. Once I had been deemed by the doctor—who by the way just assumed that I had fallen out a window thanks to Danny—that I could go to school, I did. And once I got back and shoved all those fake rumors up everybody's butts (who knew Paulina would actually come close to what actually happened?) the work started. Teachers piled assignments on me left and right, and I can't tell you how many nights I stayed over at Danny's getting help from him, Tuck, and Jazz.

And there was the issue of me and Danny finally getting together. We had to deal with Tuck in all his obnoxious glory, and my parents. That was fun. Actually, they took it better than I thought. I guess saving your daughter's life really has its potential. Danny's still not their favorite person and neither are the rest of the Fenton's, but we're making progress.

Yeah, it's been some month all right, and tomorrow I get to graduate. Scary.


"I got Sam's graduation present," I told Tucker and Jazz as we were watching TV later that night.

"What is it?" Jazz asked, intrigued.

"I think you'll approve," I stated tossing her a small box.

She opened it and gasped.

"Danny is this what I think it is?" she quizzed.

"Most likely," I smirked holding my hand out for the box.

"Good choice," she replied with a smile tossing it back to me.

"Dude, you sure about it?" Tucker asked. "Because if you do this and mess it up later, I might just have to kill you."

"Cut the big brother role. I'm positive," I said punching him in the arm.

"Ow!" he cried, rubbing his arm.

I laughed, but then he began trying to punch me back and I was trying to push him off.

"Cut it out!" I whined.

"Hard to believe that you're graduating when you act like that," Jazz muttered.

~ Graduation Night ~

"Jazz!" I called out in frustration from my bedroom.

"What?" she asked while sticking her head in from the door.

"Can you help me with this?" I pointed to the tie around my neck that would not cooperate.

She chuckled lightly and came in and carefully tied it correctly.

"Of course it works for you," I muttered.

"You're just nervous," she assured me.

"Try extremely nervous," I joked dryly.

"You'll be fine," she said giving me a reassuring hug, before leaving me alone.

"I hope you're right," I sighed.


I held up the two pairs of shoes in my hands and looked between them. In one hand were my combat boots and in the other were a pair of black heels. I was already wearing a formfitting dress that came above my knee. It was a shimmery black and had a sweetheart neckline and spaghetti straps. I had put a simple silver belt around my waste and had put on some dressy black bracelets and of course, my Shadow bracelet.

I sighed and sadly put the boots down and slipped on the heels. It was graduation after all, and even I had to admit that the boots would look terrible with the dress and the cap and gown. I had curled my hair slightly and was satisfied with how it cascaded down my back and around my shoulders. I may have been uncomfortable, but at least I looked good.

"Sam?" my mom called from the other side of my door.

"Come in," I said before applying some of my signature lavender lipstick.

She walked in and gasped as she took me in.

"Sam, you look beautiful," she gushed.

"Really? But I'm wearing black."

"Yes, you are, but it looks perfect on you," she sighed.

"Thanks Mom," I smiled.

She smiled in return and pulled me into a hug. When we parted I began pulling on my red graduation gown and white valedictorian sash. She handed me the red cap with a tearful smile and watched as I put it on.

"Let's hurry up! I want to get there before I die!" Grandma suddenly said as she rode her scooter into my room.

"Aw, we're coming," Mom laughed walking out the door.

"Knock 'em dead bubala," Grandma said with a wink before she left.

I smiled and grabbed Danny's ring from my dresser, now chainless, and slipped it on my pinky. It had grown too small for my other fingers over the years. I took a deep breath and left the room.


After what felt like hours of endless picture taking, we finally got to the school. My parents hugged me and went to find seats in the bleachers, leaving me alone with Jazz.

"You're going to do great little brother," she said before following them.

I stood outside the gates with all the other seniors waiting for Tucker and Sam. Tucker came first.

"Hey dude," he said as he made sure his cap was straight.

"Nice to see you with different head wear for a change," I joked.

"Harhar, don't get used to it," he snapped, pulling out his PDA and playing a game.

"Hey guys!" Sam suddenly called running out to us.

"Wow Sam, you look amazing," I gasped looking her up and down.

Her hair was all down for once and curled. I couldn't see what she was wearing yet, but I knew it was a dress because all I could see where her gown ended were her bare legs and black heels.

"Oh please, you haven't even seen my outfit yet," she scoffed.

"Don't have to," I laughed pulling her in for a quick kiss.

"Guys! I'm right here!" Tucker groaned.

We pulled apart and blushed, muttering apologies we didn't even mean.

"Hey kids, how about a picture?" Sam's grandma suddenly asked as she rode up on her scooter, holding up a camera.

"Why not?" we all said as we got in close and wrapped our arms around each other and smiled.

After that, Sam's parents came over and ushered Grandma Manson away from us and over to their seats.

"Well, is your speech ready?" I asked throwing my arm around Sam's shoulder.

"Ready as it'll ever be I guess," she sighed nervously.

"You'll be perfect," I said reassuringly.

"Yeah Sam, you're going to kick butt," Tucker agreed.

"Thanks guys," she laughed, wrapping her arms around our wastes and giving us a hug.

"I can't believe our high school days are almost over," Tucker sighed.

"Are you sad about that?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Heck no! I'm definitely not going to miss these people," he laughed.

"I think I might actually miss the Prissy Squad. They did always give me a good laugh," Sam sighed happily.

"I won't. I hope they all move to the other side of the world," I stated making Tucker and Sam laugh.

Suddenly the speakers came to life.

"Attention seniors please get in ABC order and prepare to march," Mr. Lancer instructed.

I gave Sam once last kiss on the lips before scrambling to get in my spot between Tucker and Mikey. The graduation music started and we marched out on the field and took our seats.

"As Casper High's principal, I am pleased to announce this year's valedictorian and salutatorian. Samantha Manson and Lester Prim," Principal Ishiyama said.

Everyone clapped and Sam and Lester made their way to the stage. Lester made his speech and then it was Sam's turn. Everyone grew quiet when she took her turn at the podium.

"I could stand here and tell you what's been said in almost every graduation speech you've heard in almost every cheesy high school movie you've seen like "We'll always look back on these days" or "This isn't the end, it's a new beginning" or "We are the leaders of tomorrow", but I'm not going to do that. Instead, I'll give you a new one. People who never make mistakes never make anything. Now, you're probably all thinking Sam, what the heck does that mean? Don't be afraid to make mistakes. It sure beats sitting in your room staring at the wall. Without mistakes there would be nothing to learn off of or get up from. I'm sure we've had our fair share of mistakes during high school, and I'm sure that since you're graduating you think it's all over. Wrong. There will be more, and they will probably be worse, but that's what life will throw at you. The only question is if you're willing to face that or are you going to hide under a blanket for the rest of your life? I know I'm willing to face whatever life throws at me, and I hope you are too. So, make your mistakes and live from them. Congratulations Class of 2009."

We all stood and clapped as she went off the stage and took her seat. Then Principal Ishiyama took the stand and began calling out the names.

"Dash Baxter," she said.

Dash rushed up to the stage, grabbed his diploma and went back to his seat. It wasn't long till they got to the F's.

"Mikey Falker," she called.

Mikey went to get his diploma.

"Danny Fenton," I stood up and began walking.

It felt like years before I made it to the stage. She handed me the diploma and shook my hand. I walked down the other side where Mr. Lancer was waiting.

"Congratulations Mr. Fenton," he said shaking my hand.

"Thank you Mr. Lancer," I said before making my way back to my seat.

"Tucker Foley."

It went on like this for a long time, and my legs were beginning to hurt.

"Samantha Manson," I smiled as Sam walked back up and took her diploma.

She looked radiant.

Then after a few more names, it was finally over.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Graduating Class of 2009!"

We all cheered and tossed our caps up into the air, letting them rain down. Then we collected them and scattered about, talking to friends and family. That could wait though, I had someone else to find first.


"You're speech was great Sam," someone told me as they walked by.

"Thanks!" I called.

It had been going on like this since we tossed our caps. I was standing off to the side, looking for someone I actually talked to. I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and saw Danny standing there with a smile. I grinned and threw myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck and hugging him close.

"I can't believe we finally graduated!" I squealed, "Nothing could be better than this!"

He chuckled as we pulled apart, holding each other's hands.

"I wouldn't say that," he said looking down at the ring on my pinky.

"I didn't
fit my ring finger," I said, following his gaze.

"Well then this is perfect timing then," he laughed.

"What?" I asked in confusion.

He bent down on the ground and got on one knee and pulled a small, blue velvet box out of his pocket. I raised an eyebrow. What was he doing? Then he opened the box and there nestled in all the velvet lining, was a ring with band made out of black gold and an amethyst stone in the center with two small diamonds on either side. It was beautiful.

"Samantha Manson, will you marry me?" he asked, blushing slightly.

Tears gathered in my eyes.

"Yes!" I cried throwing myself at him again, only this time it wasn't a hug.

My mouth met his in a passionate kiss, my hands practically crushing his face. I felt him smile and pull away. He took the ring and showed it to me.

"It's engraved too. It seemed appropriate," he teased, causing me to laugh.

He slipped it on my finger and we kissed again, still on the ground surrounded by celebrating graduates.

Nothing could be better.

Well, that was the end to my first long fan fic. I really hate Sam's speech...if I ever become valedictorian I'm going with what Danny said. Anyways, I honestly hoped you enjoyed this, and thank you so much to those of you who have reviewed. I look forward to posting the rest of the series. :)