A/N: This started out as a one shot, but I thought It'd be more fun doing it this way. Just to prove that I can do something else beside dark and dreary :) Don't expect too much from this, just some fluff.

Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom or the title 'Eight days a week'.

Friday

Tucker sat slumped in his chair in the warm classroom, staring at the clock. He had been sitting like that and staring like that for the last five minutes, and there were still more than ten to go. Ten more minutes of detention. Ten more minutes of boring himself to death. He had finished his homework ages ago, he had examined every stain on the ceiling, had counted the tiles on the wall, had watched in fascination as Mr Lancer's hand hovered at his coffee mug while grading papers... But the man never missed, never knocked the mug with 'Worlds Greatest Teacher' in bold letters on it from his desk.

Tearing his eyes away from the clock, Tucker looked outside and watched the football players practice on the fields for a few minutes, before deciding that that was even more boring than watching the clock. He glanced down at his desk, at the ink stains on it, and deliberately focused and unfocused his eyes a few times to see if he could see anything in the oddly shaped forms. One of them looked like his PDA.

He put a little spit on his finger and started rubbing at the PDA-shaped ink glob, brushing away a strange protrusion that clearly didn't belong there and then eyed his creation in satisfaction. His finger was now blue, but he didn't mind. His eyes wandered over the desk, at the other stains and marks on it. 'Mikey loves Paulina', it said in the corner, and the person who had written it – probably Mikey himself – had practically engraved the desk with it, pushing his pen so hard against the desk's surface it had cracked.

Tucker looked up at Mr Lancer, but the teacher was looking down at his papers. Then he looked at the clock. Five more minutes. He picked up his own pen and quickly scribbled something beneath Mickey's carvings: D loves S. He grinned. He knew it was true, everybody knew it was true, the only question was when the two clueless lovebirds themselves would figure it out. He had every intention on pushing them together. He was sure it'd work this year. Almost two whole years of blushing whenever they accidentally touched each other, one and a half years of ghost hunting together and Danny carrying Sam bridal style whenever he scooped her out of a dangerous situation, two whole years of Tucker making suggestive remarks that caused more blushing.

He sighed. Mr Lancer looked up at him, and then at the clock. Two more minutes to go. The teacher waved his hand.

"Just go, Mr Foley. And try to keep your PDA in your bag during class next time."

Tucker's jaw dropped and he sat there for a moment, gaping at the man. Then, before Mr Lancer could change his mind, he jumped up, stuffed his homework into his backpack and habitually walked to the window to look outside, where his friends supposedly were waiting.

His jaw dropped again. And his backpack. He leaned forward, pressing his head against the glass, staring. Staring at his friends, busy exploring each other's mouths with their tongues, Sam's arms around Danny's neck, and Danny's hands at Sam's back, one hand moving upwards and sliding under the hem of her tank top.

"Romeo and Juliet!" Mr Lancer exclaimed.

"Oh man," Tucker muttered, "I'm rich."

"Is he gone?"

"Yup. You can stop now."

Danny stepped back and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Do you really have to wear that purple lipstick?" He asked, examining his hand.

"Did you really have to feel your way up my back?"

Danny turned red and muttered something. Then he looked at the school.

"He's not gonna go to his locker, he'll be straight out. You think he got the message, or should we...?"

Sam smirked at him.

"I'm sure he got the message. He had his face practically glued to the window. By the way, Mr Lancer saw us too."

"Who cares. Here he comes."

When Tucker walked outside, they were still at it. He stopped a little bit away from them and watched, feeling a little uncomfortable. Finally, when they appeared not to notice him at all, he cleared his throat.

"Hi Tucker," Danny said, breaking off the kiss but keeping his eyes on Sam.

"Um," Tucker said.

His friends finally looked away from each other, seemingly having difficulty in tearing their eyes loose. Tucker noticed a purple smear on Danny's cheek and he brought his hand to his own cheek, motioning to Danny that there was something on his. His friend quickly wiped his face with his right hand, wrapping his left arm tightly around Sam and pulling her close.

"So," Tucker said, scratching his head underneath his red beret and then replacing it, "When did this happen?"

"Oh, just now," Danny said casually, glancing down at his now girlfriend, "You know."

Tucker didn't know, but was determined to hear all the details. He tried questioning his friends as they were walking to the Nasty Burger together, but to his dismay they hardly heard what he was saying. He got a lot of huhs, 'what did you says' and 'I'm sorry, Tuck, I didn't hear yous' from them. They seemed to be completely enthralled with each other, and he ruefully decided that it was to be expected. He had been pushing them together for the past two years, he'd just have to endure the first few days and then they'd go back to normal. After all, jut how long can a person look into another person's eyes and not be bored?

Very long, it turned out. They didn't even notice when Tucker pulled out his PDA and started to do some calculations. Danny and Sam were sitting in their booth at the Nasty Burger, sharing a soy milkshake with two straws, gazing in each other's eyes. Tucker tried to make conversation, but they hardly responded. In the end he got up to leave.

"Guys?"

They looked up in surprise.

"Hey," Sam said, "You gonna leave?"

Tucker produced a strained smile.

"Got things to do," he said, "Are we still on for the arcade tonight?"

"Sure," Danny said absentmindedly.

He reached out and wiped a small trace of soy milk from Sam's mouth. Tucker rolled his eyes and left.

Sam and Danny waited until he was out the door and out of sight, before bursting out laughing.

"I thought he'd never leave," Danny said, getting up. "I'm gonna get a real shake, want some more of that soy stuff?"

Sam shook her head, and he returned moments later with a vanilla milk shake, his favorite. He sat down again and looked around the half empty restaurant.

"Did you know you have little brown specs in your eyes," he said, "Talk about boring. I don't know how people do it."

"Do what?"

"You know, look each other in the eyes all the time."

"Didn't bother me much. Remember, the deal was we do this one week. If he isn't sick of us then, nothing will work."

Danny grinned, and looked at her, accidentally looking into her eyes again. It gave him a small jitter in the stomach. Pretending to be her boyfriend was nicer than he thought it would be.

"One week," he said, "We ignore him, shut him out. That'll teach him for getting on our case all the time. He won't want us together after this."

Sam nodded, and slurped up the last bit of her soy milk shake.

"What about tonight?" she asked.

"We forget, of course. Let him think."

"He's gonna think the worst..."

Danny grinned wickedly. "He is, isn't he..."