Buried ch.2 - Don't Worry So Much, Sam

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Sam and Tucker were driving back home on their motor scooters, when Tucker noticed Sam with a worried face on.

"Hey Sam, what's wrong?" He then asked.

Sam, startled by the question, randomly whipped her head around as she quickly responded, "Huh…what…oh right! Nothing's wrong with me, I'm fine! Why wouldn't I be fine?"

Tucker bluntly responded back, "Well for starters, the way you can't answer the question with a straight face is a pretty good indicator."

Sam gritted her teeth, her face changed to one of anger and her voice grew venomously dark. "I am fine, Tucker!"

"You're still worried about Danny, aren't you?" Tucker asked.

At that very moment, Sam drove her scooter right in front of Tucker's, causing him to nearly crash into her. Then she screamed, "Well, I wouldn't half to worry about him at all if you would have just kept your mouth shut!"

Tucker raised his hands up in a lame attempt to try to defend him-self as he took a step back. "Hey, no need to get violent! What's with you tonight, Sam?"

"What's with me? WHAT'S WITH ME? I'll tell you what's with me! The fact that Danny made a promise to me that we ALL know he can't really keep! And it's all your fault!"

Tucker was now getting scared. "Sam, you're overreacting! Danny's going to be fine. And how is it all my fault?"

Ignoring the last question, Sam, sounding a little calmer, but not that much more, said, "How do you know for sure that Danny will be fine, Tucker? How do you know that he's not going to be on - like - the verge of death or something, by morning?"

Tucker was a little hesitant in his answer. "Well, I guess I really don't kno-"

Sam cut him off, "Exactly! You don't know!"

"But I do know that Danny is a very powerful ghost and that he knows how to fight and defend himself pretty good. You shouldn't half to worry about him this much." Tucker said, kind of finishing off his last sentence and trying to calm Sam down at the same time. "Plus, he's Danny. That guy always manages to find a way to get out of danger."

"Ya, but - what if that's not the case tonight." Sam replied, much calmer now, but still with some fire in her voice.

Tucker put his hand on her shoulder. "Sam, you half to stop worrying so much."

Sam looked down to the ground gloomily, "Ya, I know."

Tucker then said, "Look, tomorrow's Saturday. Why don't you go home and get some rest. Sleep-in tomorrow even. Just try to keep your mind off of Danny. He'll be fine."

Sam looked up at Tucker with sorrow in her eyes, and reluctantly agreed.

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After Sam got home, she showered and changed into her PJ's. As she got into bed, she started talking to no one in particular.

"Oh, why does Danny always half to act like nothing is ever wrong. Doesn't he know that I hate it whenever he starts showing off and acting all overconfident and stuff. Does he never think of me and how I feel while he's fighting ghosts? Why can't he ever realize that I truly care about him? Can he never put my interests first? Why must he always feel the need to put me through everything that he does?"

"Sammy-kins?" Sam's mother's voice was suddenly heard, interrupting Sam's soliloquy.

Sam didn't realize that she had shouted that last question aloud, so when she heard her mother's voice, she quickly threw all of the covers over her and pretended to sleep as her mother slowly opened the door.

"Sammy dear?" Her mother softly asked.

When there was no response, her mother thought that maybe her mind was playing tricks on her, so she left Sam's room.

When Sam was sure that her mother was gone, she started talking to herself again, but still laying down on the bed, "Maybe Tucker is right, maybe I am worrying a little too much. Danny's probably going to be just fine."

Sam then shut her eyes, as she let the darkness of sleep overtake her mind.