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Trouble in Paradise

"She doesn't trust me."

He walked into his room, closing the door and leaving an astonished and confused techno geek behind.

The next morning Danny woke up with an air of depression. He had his first fight with Sam and they hadn't even been dating a month yet. In all honesty, he didn't know what to do.

As he made his way to the dining room for breakfast he bumped into Sam. She didn't say a word but shot him a cold glare before stalking off. He sighed. Hopefully he'd have a chance to speak with her after breakfast. They couldn't go on like this. It was breaking his heart.

Breakfast was a tense affair. Aside from a few exchanged words between his parents and sister, there was little to talk about. It seemed that everyone had heard about the fight between him and Sam. He really needed to have a talk with her.

After breakfast, Sam was quick to get up and leave the table. Fortunately Danny was faster and he was able to catch up to her and drag her into a nearby room.

"Ok, Sam. What's the matter with you?"

Sam gave him a dark look before trying to leave the room. She didn't want to have this discussion now and wanted to go to her room so she could relax. Danny wasn't having it though. He stepped in front of the door and blocked her exit.

"Enough! Sam, seriously, what's wrong?" This was getting ridiculous, how could they work out their problems if she wouldn't even speak to him. "I don't even know what you're mad about. I did nothing wrong."

"Nothing wrong? NOTHING WRONG?!" She was screaming now, her face turning a dark shade of red. Danny backed up. Even as her boyfriend, that didn't stop her from hitting him when she got really angry.

"You definitely did do something wrong when I came out and saw you and that carbon copy of a Barbie doll all over each other!" She fumed, "Dis you forget you had a girlfriend for those five minutes I left you alone? I thought we were going to fight for our right to be with each other, that you didn't want to marry some fake princess."

Danny just stared at her.

"Um… Sam, I don't know what you've been thinking but Rebecca and I are just friends. She was crying because she's being forced into this, like I am."

Sam didn't look like she was going to calm down, so he continued.

"And, besides, don't you trust me? When have I ever lied to you?"

Sam knew she was being irrational, but she couldn't stand to admit she was wrong. Danny was right though, he had never lied to her about something this important before, and she was sure that he wouldn't start now. But, still, she wouldn't be told she was wrong so she pushed Danny out of the way and stormed from the room.

Back in her room Rebecca was just waking up from her nap. She looked around in confusion before remembering where she was and what had happened last night. She sat up and quickly walked to the door, making sure it was locked; she couldn't let anyone see her after just getting up. When she was reassured that no one would be able to get in she went back to the bed.

Looking through her clothes from last night, she found the hidden pocket in her gown. Reaching inside Rebecca pulled out what a compact mirror. Just as she was about to open it there was a knock at the door. Twirling around, she quickly threw the mirror in a far corner before climbing back in the bed and hiding her face in the covers.

"Um, hey...Rebecca?" Danny's tentative voice asked. "It's about time for breakfast and I came to get you up."

"It's fine," She responded. "I'm just getting dressed, don't come in! I'll be out in a minute!"

Rebecca quickly showered and threw a new dress on. It was only proper for her to wear one after all. She stuffed the compact into her handbag before doing a once over in the mirror and opening the door, giving Danny a strained smile.

"Hey," she said.

"Hey yourself. Um…" he passed, looking around awkwardly. "How are you feeling? You were looking terrible last night."

Danny paused, waiting for an answer, before seemingly rethinking over what he had just said and blushing bright red.

"I'm sorry," he sputtered. "I-I didn't mean terrible!" he tried to explain.

"I just meant- I mean-I…"

Rebecca laughed. She couldn't help it. His embarrassment was the most amusing thing she'd seen in a while.

"Hey, hey. It's alright," she tried to soothe him. "I know you didn't mean it that way, and I'm sorry for laughing but," she giggled, "that's just the funniest thing I've seen in a while."

Danny stared at her for a moment before his face broke out into a smile, the red fading away.

"Well, my lady" he said in a false posh voice, holding out his right arm. "I do believe we are late for dinner. Would you do me the honor of escorting you to the dining hall?"

Rebecca giggled for a moment before straightening, sticking her nose in the air and responding,

"I believe that would be acceptable but, please, be careful of my gown." Rebecca looked down her nose at him.

"From the look of things, it costs more than your entire wardrobe." she said with a sniff.

They both looked at each other for a moment before busting out laughing. They made their way to the dining hall, with Rebecca clinging to Danny for balance laughing all the way.

They never noticed the angered purple eyes watching them from around the corner.

Dinner was a tense affair. Between Sam glaring at Rebecca from her place across the table and Tucker attempting to flirt with her, Danny was near hysterical. He didn't want to anger Sam any further by speaking to Rebecca right n front of her but he also didn't want to watch Tucker put his "moves" on her.

Finally making up his mind, he turned to Tucker and said, with no small amount of amusement,

"Hey Tuck, I thing you should cool it. Rebecca looks like she wants to throttle you!"

And it was true. Rebecca was indeed red in the face and clutching her knife tight enough for her knuckles to turn white.

"Oh, come on Danny," he whined. "The ladies love Tucker."

He turned to Rebecca and waggled his eyebrows, "So what do you say, dinner at 8?"

Rebecca growled before standing up, throwing her drink in his face, and stalking out of the room.

Danny gave him a dry look.

"Nice job Tucker. I guess there is a reason to call you "Bad Luck Tuck"" he said, gesturing to his milk covered clothing before standing up and rushing out of the room to find Rebecca.

"What's their issue?" he asked Sam.

She just gave him a dirty look before slamming her utensils down on the table and stalking from the room.

Tucker looked at the door she walked through for a moment before shrugging his shoulders and reaching for more food.

"Oh well. More for me!"

Soooooo…when I said tomorrow I obviously meant a few months…. eheh… Not my fault though…no computer but I am going to try to update at least once or twice a week. Notice I said TRY…I most likely will be able to fit it in later this week because its portfolio week and we're using the computers and I have finally finished all the work for my honors classes. ^_^