I think there's a song called Lips of an Angel or something like that, but I made up a little something for this chapter and nothing else would fit right.(even if that saying is a little cliched.)
Also, I think this chapter is a let down from the suspense I left at the end of the last chapter. It's your choice to read or not so enjoy!
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Lips of an Angel
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I've known her for a while, never did
expect
A
turning point like this to come between us
I
don't even seem to care that she hid her true feelings
All that matters now--
Is that I felt
the lips of an angel press softly against my own
Her wings have not yet sprouted,
but that will happen with time
She doesn't know what I shouldn't know; what would
turn out different
If I told my friend that her lips are that of an
angels
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So if that girl last night was Sam she must have knew it was me under my "mask," Danny thought as he flew back to school. But that doesn't make any sense. If she knew it was me she wouldn't have kissed me let alone dance with me willingly. I mean, we danced all night long, for crying out loud!
It was at that last thought that Danny phased through the doors into Casper High and into the bathroom to transform back. He opened the door to his first period class.
"Nice of you to join us Mr. Fenton," Mr. Lancer commented on Danny's late arrival. "Care to enlighten us on where you've been?"
"Uh, not really," Danny admitted. "I just got side tracked."
"That's your fifth tardy to class since the new grading period began...eight days ago," Lancer informed.
"Yeah, I know." Danny went to sit down in the last seat in the last row, next to Tucker.
"Dude, what took you so long?" Tucker asked.
"Did I really take that much time?" Danny marveled as stared at the clock. I must've spent more time staring at that dress than I realized.
"Yeah, you did—"
"Are you two done with your conversation, because if your not I'm happy to let you stand up here and teach the lesson," Lancer invited.
"Yeah, we're done," Tucker told Lancer who resumed teaching the lesson.
"So who was the ghost responsible for keeping you so long?" Tucker asked.
"Well, Klemper set my ghost sense off but—"
"Klemper? What happened? Did he lock you up and refuse to let you out unless you be his friend?" Tucker questioned, laughing.
"Listen," Danny hissed. "That's how it started out, but I beat Klemper fast. The thing is—remember last night? That girl I spent the whole night with? Call me crazy, but I found evidence that the girl was—"
Whatever he was going to say was cut off by the ringing of the bell.
"Class dismissed," Lancer announced and everyone ran out the door, happy to be free of class.
Danny and Tucker weren't as quick to leave.
"That she was who? You found out who she was? By the way, so did I. I was hanging with Star. She slapped me."
"Did you deserve it?" Danny asked, amused.
"Probably," Tucker admitted. "Anyway who was she?"
Danny and Tucker stopped at Danny's locker. Sam was there waiting on them.
"Could you guys be any slower?" she asked.
"If we tried," Tucker joked.
"Yeah," Danny agreed.
"So who was she?" Tucker questioned, getting back to the subject he and Danny had dropped for a few minutes.
"Who was who?" Sam asked.
"No one; that's the answer to both questions," Danny stated. He opened his locker, put books in, took some out, and shut the door without any more words. Without waiting around to see if his friends were going to follow, Danny walked off in the direction of his next class.
"What were you two talking about?" Sam asked Tucker.
"The party last night. Danny spent the entire night with this girl he didn't know, and she ran off before we all ripped our masks off. Now he's claiming he knows who she was," Tucker explained.
"O-oh. W-who'd he say she was?" Sam questioned.
"Didn't you just hear him say no one. He won't tell me."
The warning bell rang, so Tucker and Sam followed Danny's footsteps to their next class.
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By the time lunch rolled around Tucker still hadn't gotten any kind of answer out of Danny.
"Why can't you tell me?" Tucker exclaimed, grabbing a lunch tray.
"I don't have to tell you," Danny stated for the thousandth time, grabbing his lunch tray and stealing a glance at Sam who, as far as he knew, still had no clue as to what they were talking about.
"You were about to tell me once the bell rang after first. Why won't you tell me now?"
"I was going to make a stupid mistake. I'm glad the bell rang to cut off my last word." Danny stepped ahead of Tucker and piled his plate full of food he couldn't tell whether he should eat or not. His two friends followed him, figuring that last statement had ended their conversation.
But of course, they wouldn't let it go.
Sam spoke up, "Tucker mentioned this little argument you two are having is over some girl you met last night." Danny acknowledged her with a quirked eyebrow. Sam leaned forward to initialize the effect she was trying to have. "Would it hurt if you spilled who it was? We're good at keeping secrets."
"I know," Danny stated, leaning forward as well. "You two are two of the best people that can keep secrets when everyone suspects you don't have anything to hide, but that doesn't mean I've got to tell you two every little thing that goes on."
"Isn't that what friends are for?" Sam inquired, never backing up, if anything, leaning forward more.
"Some secrets," Danny paused, "...are better left secrets."
"Life or death situation?" Sam asked.
"Defiantly tell."
"Gossip?"
"Better not to, but it'll slip out."
"Surprises?"
"No way."
"How 'bout if something way cool happened and you knew who the person that did it to you was someone you always hung out with and they knew that you knew?"
Danny didn't answer immediately. He stared into violet eyes that were hidden behind a blue mask the night before. He realized that he'd been so transfixed on how beautiful the rest of her had been that he hadn't even thought twice to look to see if he could find her eye color that had probably been mixed in with the blue mask, anyway.
He smirked. It wasn't a verbal answer, but an answer enough. He stood up and walked over to the trash can to throw his things away.
"Did I miss something?" Tucker asked when Danny sat back down.
"Yeah—" Danny began.
"—probably," Sam finished.
"Good to know...so you'll be telling me who she is won't you?" Tucker asked one more time. Star strutted by and glared at the boy, obviously remembering the night before vividly. Not that they'd kissed or anything bad like that. Okay, so maybe Tucker tried to plant one on the girl...
"Nope." Danny covered his mouth. "I'll see you guys back in class, alright."
"I didn't see your ghost sense go off," Tucker insisted.
"Well, who's the one with the ghost sense?" He hoisted himself up with his hands. "I think I know when there's a ghost around." He walked out of the lunch room.
"Danny's gone berserk," Tucker muttered, digging into a sloppy joe.
Wincing from watching Tucker eat, Sam asked, "Who do you think Danny thinks the girl was?"
"I really have no clue. We know it wasn't Paulina, we saw her. I was dancing with Star, Valerie probably wasn't even invited, and do you think it's that brunette girl that keeps asking about Danny?"
Sam snorted. "I don't know. I wasn't there to see the girl you're talking about. Besides, that girl doesn't go for sneaky, sneaky approach. And she didn't even know it was Danny Fenton underneath the "costume." Face it, Tuck, it could've been anybody."
"Yeah, I guess you're--" Tucker paused abruptly. He got a far off look on his face for a second before a smile found its way across his face.
"Tuck, you okay?" Sam waved a hand in front of her friend's face.
"It was you!"
"WHAT!"
"You made up that story about the Haunted House, didn't you?" Tucker screamed.
"No! I was helping my grandmother scare little kids. How would I have even gotten in the party, anyway? It's not like Paulina invited me. I wasn't there," Sam spat.
"Uh-huh, sure you weren't. You like Danny and everyone knows it--except Danny."
Sam glared at the boy sitting across the table from her. She clutched her tray and stomped over to the garbage can, throwing the entire metal tray away. She didn't even as much as look back at Tucker as she stomped out of the lunch room.
"Stupid me and my stupid words. Why can I not just keep my stupid mouth shut for one stupid--"
"You really shouldn't use the word stupid so much."
Sam jumped when she heard another voice behind her.
"It really ruins you. By the way," Sam looked to where she heard the voice coming from. "You look really pretty in blue."
Sam's face flushed a bright orange red upon seeing Danny standing all but three feet away from her. His hands were in his pockets and he was leaning against the wall as if telling your best friend you knew she'd kissed you under a mask was no big deal.
"T-the ghost..." Sam trailed.
"Tuck's brighter than we give him credit. There wasn't a ghost. I just left." Danny paused to see if Sam was going to say anything. When she didn't (he'd expected nothing less) he continued. "The party was really fun. There was dancing, food, and guess-who-that-person-is games everywhere. The moon was shinning so gently it cast an ominous shadow over the place, but there was enough light to be able to see around you.
"Of course, I don't have to tell you that. You saw it all first-hand."
"Uh..." Sam was at a loss for words.
Words weren't necessary though. Danny looked straight into Sam's eyes. Sam's gaze averted to somewhere else. He took her hand and lifted up but a single strand of raven black hair from her head. It was still a little blue. He'd read labels on the cans of hair dye before, and it didn't always come out as easily as said.
He let the strand of hair fall back into its perfect position. Sam's eyes still dancing everywhere but Danny, he wrapped around his arm around her waist and pulled her up into a short but sweet kiss.
Something to remember me by...
The short kiss ended, but Sam decided not to let it go. She pulled Danny into another one.
I'll be the one without a clue...
The doors to the lunch room opened but neither teen heard them quietly open back up and a male voice whisper, "Ha, I was right."
This is nice...
Danny and Sam broke this kiss after a minute or so.
Hand in hand, they walked back into the lunch room. "I still say you should wear blue more often. It's a pretty color on you."
"You'd say that...Danny Phantom."
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Arg! I hate awkwardness! I can hardly stand reading it, let alone writing it. So all I can say is that I hope you guys found this better than what I think it is and that I didn't disappoint anyone.
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