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Like most teenagers during the summer, Sam, Danny and Tucker enjoyed going to the beach.

To a lesser extent, so did Jazz, who had agreed to drive them there and "supervise"; of course, that was quickly forgotten with the momentary cautions of Don't wander off! and NO GHOST FIGHTING!, and then Jazz was off to the marine biology museum with her notebook and trusty pink pen.

So they were left by themselves at the beach house to change. Sweet.

Except for the minute that Sam opened her backpack she could have sworn that tiny hearts erupted from it, along with a perfume so sickeningly sweet that she could have hurled.

"I. Am. Not. WEARING. THIS."

And so she grabbed her best friends' wrists, after closing her backpack ("Augh! The smell! How will I get it out?") and dragged them to the nearby swim shop. Then she deposited them on the benches while she went to go find something in something a little more dark.

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"I don't know. I really hate infringement on the rights to privacy. Especially mine."

He scratched the back of his neck. "Well, that's kind of why I figured I ought to be honest about it..."

She blinked at him, still glaring.

Then sighed.

"Well. I guess I can forgive you. It's not like I don't hate the rest of the female population of our school anyway."

She glared. "But if you ever, EVER--"

"If I want to see you naked, I promise I'll just ask," Danny said solemnly.

Then, "Uh, I didn't mean for it to come out like that."

She looked at him solemnly for a moment.

Then burst out into giggles.

"You still have lost make out points."

He harrumphed and tried to think of how to get them back.

"Um, would offering to prance around in my underwear for you help get some back or make me lose more?"

"Laaaaaaaaame." She looked archly at her nails, hiding a smile. "Try harder."

"Um."

He scooted over next to her, pulling her close.

"Okay. One of the things I learned from doing that, aside from it being bad and wrong and horribly awful was that...well, you were really pretty. Like, really, really pretty. And that's kind of when I stopped, because it felt...wrong. I mean, it was different to look at other girls like that, just a joke, you know? But seeing my best friend like that and really liking what I saw--without, um, you knowing--was wrong. It was a bad thing to do to you. Even if...even if I was really tempted to see you again like that."

The pulling close was nice. She wrapped his arms around her waist for him and placed her hands over his.

"That's..." She paused. "Danny, that's... that's really sweet. Even considering the less-than-pleasant circumstances."

"You're really beautiful, Sam," Danny said sheepishly. "I'm sorry it took me so long to figure out...what I wanted, I guess."

A grin. "And I'm not just saying that for makeout points--okay, partly for makeout points, but I'm also saying it because it's true."

She smiled and leaned against him, the back of her head on his shoulder, her hands still over his. "It's okay. I forgive you. And I know you won't do it again if you fear for some very important equipment you own. And I'm not talking about your parents' ghost busting stuff, either."

There was a slight cringe.

"Understood."

She grinned and kissed his cheek. "Thanks. You're officially forgiven. Make out points returned."

"Can I cash those in right now or do you think we should head back? It's kind of getting dark," he said, looking up at the sky.

"I don't know..." Sam thought for a moment.

Then gave him a mind-numbing, knees-weaking, stomach pummeling, head spinning, dizzy making kiss that probably could have set off fireworks if they'd been near any.

Then she blinked, and pulled back, sucking on his bottom lip for a moment before letting go entirely.

"Okay," she said, breathlessly. "Mission accomplished."

Shaking and weak at the knees when she finally pulled away, he grinned at her--a huge, dopey, dizzy grin.

Then a wave bowled him right over.

Sam laughed, laughed at him and swam to shore, shaking out her hair and continuing to giggle as she shivered in the cold.

He eventually got out of the water, his hair a soppy mess and picked up his shirt off the ground, shaking all the sand out of it.

Then he handed it to her. "At least it's dry."

Hopefully she'd be a little less cold.

She shivered a little more, and wrapped herself in his shirt after a very long moment.

Because she didn't really care what Tucker thought -- and she wanted the rest of the world to know...

"Danny..." She looked at him, softly, pleadingly. "Can we... go... um, flying? Please? Well, you'll be the one flying, and if you don't want to take me that's fine and I'm completely fine with it--"

He was already reaching for her hand and looking up and down the beach to see if there was anyone there.

It was empty. The beach wasn't as nice there near the bay so towards the evening, it was empty, unlike the public beaches near the boardwalk.

Sam probably felt lighter than the air itself and that was because she was, when Danny took her hand. His flight was more of a hover as he couldn't fly fast without transforming, but he kind of wanted it to be slow.

Sam got the feeling in her stomach that she was falling, except she wasn't.

She smiled at Danny and then at the sea below them... and then at the sunset behind them. "Oh..."

The was setting over the land, but the light spread out and touched the water below them.

Then the light was going through them as Danny made them both invisible. Just so no one else would see.

"...You know, whenever you want to fly, al you have to do is ask. I mean, you've flown with me before, but usually because you were hurled off a bridge or something."

Sam looked down at herself. She could still see vague, blue-ish white outlines of herself, but only if she squinted. The light was going straight through her.

It was weird. And amazing.

"I know, but... but it's yours. I mean. The powers and stuff." She looked down. "I don't want to ... I mean, this is like your thing, and I don't want to ... impose."

"It's...I guess it kind of is my thing. I mean, I'm not much good at anything else--and don't tell me I'm being hard on myself, because it's true. But this is...everybody's else's thing. Yours, Tucker's, Jazz's, my mom's and my dad's--everyone in Amity Park. It belongs to everyone. I...kind of belong to everyone, even if they hate me."

A pause. "But I belong to you, especially. So, if you want to...just ask."

She smiled and squeezed his hand. Which she could still apparently do while they were both transparent. Cool.

"Thank you," she said, sincerely, and watched the pink clouds on the horizon mellow out into yellow and orange.

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