Delusional Illusions
By S-Chrome
Disclaimer: Butch Hartman. He's made the characters, and now they're cancelling them. Ironic, no? Well, what isn't ironic is that none of these characters belong to me.
Exhibit A - Tucker Phantom... Reloaded.
It's good to know that you're the best that's around... Heck, it's good to be the best in the business. No, check that... It's good to be the best in the world... and I'm doing it... Tucker-style!
These were the thoughts of one Tucker Foley as he wrapped up Desiree in the Foley Thermos. Foley Thermos? That's right.. Bwoy,The Foley Thermos.
It was no question that in these parts, Tucker Foley was the man.
"Tucker!" A group of three or four attractive ladies yelled. "We love you!"
Tucker flashed them his trademark grin.
"And Tucker loves you too."
The female fans almost fainted as Tucker continued to survey the quite quiet town of Amity Park.
You see, around here, he wasn't just a techno-geek that you used to know. He was a techno-geek with ghostly powers and wicked-cool skills. He was loved and respected by all. He saved the day on almost a daily basis. The girls admired and loved him like the teen idol that he was. Why, in this state of reality, he was the coolest thing this side of the other side of the pillow.
Yep... Things were never as what they seemed to be.
Why he was so cool, after finishing off Skulker, Technus, and Plasmius at the same time for the third time that week, his very own theme song would play.
Now you know that you're something if you have your own damn theme song.
"Danny-Boy!" He called to his sidekick, Danny Phantom. "Strike up the band!"
And strike up the band he did... Tucker began to snap his fingers as his 'super-cool' theme began to play.
Who's that handsome boy Who is the man Who's the cat that won't cop out You see this cat Foley is a bad Mother Tuck-- He's a complicated man
That the lovely ladies just can't avoid?
(Tuck!)
You're damn right...
That would risk his neck for his main man, Dan?
(Tuck!)
Can you dig it?
Doesn't know when to shut his mouth?
(Tuck!)
Right on!
(Shut your mouth!)
But I'm talkin' about Tuck!
(Then we can dig it!)
But no one understands him but his woman
Who happen to be Valerie, and Star, and Jazz and Paulina at the same tiiiiime!
(Tucker Foley!)
RIIIIIIIIIIIIING!
"Tucker? Tuck? Class is over..."
"Tuck-ER!"
"I'm a BAD MOTHER-TUCKER!"
Wait a cotton-pickin...
Something told him that he wasn't surveying Amity Park. He took a look at his surroundings, it was fairly obvious that the teen was in school, a victim of daydreaming. The bell had long since rung as he saw that no one was in the classroom, save for Sam and Danny, who were obviously trying to wake him.
"Uh, Tuck," His best friend Danny Fenton said. "You were daydreaming."
"As usual," An unimpressed Sam added.
"Well ex-key-use me if my dreams happen to be better than reality," Tucker snapped. He grabbed his belongings and stormed out of the already vacant classroom. Both Danny & Sam exchanged glances.
"Must've been a good dream," The ghost boy reasoned.
"He's always in another world, how good could it have possibly been?"
"I don't know... Maybe he was dreaming about you," He said with a wry grin.
The goth girl nearly went pale at the very thought of it. Well... Pale-r than usual.
"Ick," She simply said. "Now I won't be able to sleep for days. Thanks a lot, Danny." She scolded in jest.
"Anytime," He said with a wink.
They made their way to History class just a few seconds before the bell rung.
The raven-haired girl took her usual seat behind Danny. The history teacher began to drone on endlessly about silly stuf... Like the War of 1812. As the minutes meandered, the goth girl found it increasingly harder to stay awake at this point. Heck, she was a straight-A student, she was allowed to have a couple of off days... Unlike some people.
Some people like Danny.
She looked ahead to the black-haired boy in question. He was having his own difficulties, often nodding off in between slumber and drowsiness. She cracked a think smile as Mr. Sissler (Boring history teacher), scolded the boy for not paying any attention. Despite that, she did feel a bit sorry for Danny. He was constantly out saving Amity Park as Danny Phantom, his alter ego. He almost never got much rest, as the ghosts would usually come out at night.
Besides, he looked awfully cute while he was sleeping...
In fact, he was cute all the time in her book.
The angsty teen let her chin rest in the palm of her hand. Why did he have to be so clueless sometimes? He would absolutely throw himself at girls like Paulina & Valerie. Why couldn't he ever sneak a glance in her direction for once? It was so darn frustrating. She just didn't have it in her to make it known to Danny how she felt, which made it all the more difficult, since Danny wasn't exactly what you would call perceptive, plus, she herself tried to not to show much notice, despite the fact she was...
She laid her head on the flat desk. The goth girl would get confused and even depressed when she thought about the half-ghost boy this way. She wanted things to change, and soon.
"Hey, Sam?"
The raven-haired girl her head off the desk to see who called her name.
It was Danny, who had a slightly look of concern.
"You were sleeping, the period's over."
She blushed a bit. Sam wasn't exactly the daydreaming type. That was more of a Tucker thing.
"Heh, who's daydreaming now, as usual?" Came the sarcastic repartee of said techno-geek.
She was just about to rattle off a snippy remark, when.
"Ignore him, Sam," Danny urged, his voicesurprisingly soothing.
The trio walked out of class. It was fourth period, thus it was time for Tuck & Danny to hit Fizz-Ed. Or... Phys. Ed.
"Later, dreamer," The spectacled boy teased.
Once again, Sam's eyes narrowed toward the retreating Tucker. He just wasn't going to let it go, was he?
"I'll see you later, Sam," Danny said. Sam gave the boy a friendly wave as he disappeared down the intersecting hallway. Sam was on her way to her next class, Astronomy. Sure, it was a lot of guesses on how the universe came to be, but a credit was credit.
Her quiet walk was interrupted by fast-moving footsteps coming from behind her.
Danny? Again?
"D-Danny? What's up?"
"I-I almost forgot something," He said. "I wanted to talk to you about s-something... and..."
He was stopped by the ringing of the late bell.
"Man, I'm late. Can you meet me at the back staircase at the end of the day."
"Yeah, I guess."
"It's really important, so can you... come alone?"
"Sure," Sam replied, her voice taking a nervous turn.
"Alright... Thanks, Sam," The halfa said. He tore back down the hallway in the opposite direction, narrowly missing a few ongoing students.
She stood there, a quizzical look on her face. Come alone, at the back staircase?
She wasexcited and scared to death at the same time.
Sam was on pins and needles the rest of the day, She literally counted off the minutes between said time and the end of the day. Needless to say, she was oh-so curious to what Danny had to say.Her anticipation of it was intense that it seemed like time was going backwards.How come time always went so damn slow when you were waiting for something?
The ninth period bell finally rang. Finally. She literally flew out of her seat and long-sprinted (Long-sprinted?) to her destination, which if you haven't been following, was the back staircase.
There she was. Nervously, she began to pace back and forth. Trying to put one's nerves on lock proved to be a harder than she had previously thought. Her heart was all a-flutter, she found herself wiping sweat from her brow, and she could've sworn that palms were perspiring?
Does that even happen to girls?
Then again, there were better question to ask at the point. Somewhere along the lines of... 'What was Danny going to say?' or 'Was it as important as he was making it hours, back?' or better yet... 'Where the heck was Danny?'
It had almost been five minutes now. Count on ol'Danny to always be late.
At a moment's notice, Danny came barrelling down the stairs. All was forgiven at that point.
"Sam?"
"I'm here Danny."
"Sorry I'm late. Lancer held me up," He groused.
"N-No problem," Sam replied quickly, her tension building back up.
"Yeah... About what I wanted to say..."
Unconsciously, she drew closer to him. Could it possibly be what she had wanted to hear for the longest time?
If you call the longest time eight months.
Danny was beginning to lose his nerve as his best friend moved closer to him. He took a deep breath and shut his eyes.
'Here comes the Hurricane.'
"I know this is way out of left field, Sam. But what I really wanted to say was that I-I really like you. I know you don't... But I had to tell you."
Jackpot.
Her purple eyes lit up like radiant lightning.
"Y-You like m-me?" She asked, trying to keep herself from absolutely beaming at him.
"Yeah, I do," He said, his head hung already.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't know what to say. And sometimes you're all goth-y... and..."
"What about Valerie, and Paulina?"
"I didn't care about them... Well, not as half as much as I care for you," The halfa confessed. Sam looked directly into his eyes. The dimness of the back staircase made it a bit tough to see. Were those tears coming down?
"I never asked because I kinda thought you were out of my league," He continued with his back turned slightly away from her, his voice breaking throughout.
So that's all it was... a mistaken case of miscommunication.
Who knew that he had thought so highly of her?
"Well, now you know. And since you haven't said much, I guess you can..."
His defeat speech was discontinued by the goth girl, who anxiously took his hand.
"S-Sam?"
She could do this... The boy had just finished pouring his heart out to her. This is what she had waited for.
"Danny..." She paused. Her heart pounded viciously. "I-I..."
She closed her eyes for a moment. Surprisingly, an image of Tucker appeared.
'Come onnnn, already. Spit it out, you coward.'
"I don't think I'm out of your league," She said simply.
In full-tilt disbelief, Danny turned around to meet Sam's gaze. It looked and sounded sincere enough. At this point, he didn't know exactly what to say.
But he opened his mouth anyway. "I... uh..."
Sam pressed her index finger to her lips, effectively silencing him.
"In fact, Danny," She began, a fierce flush creeping upon her cheeks. "I've liked you for a long time."
Once again if you call eight months, eighteen days, twelve hours, and thirty minutes (and counting) a long time...
"Really?" Danny asked, his voice squeaky.
"Shhh," The rich girl scolded. "Yes," She whispered, the flush on her face reaching full bloom.
Daniel... er, Danny couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was he... overjoyed? Well, sort of. There was only one question left to be asked.
"What are we gonna do now?"
Well, that was the most obvious question that Sam heard in the last few weeks... With the exception of why the sky was blue. But anyway...
"I'll tell you," The black-haired teen girl said, her voice lowering to a low purr.
She grabbed hold of the nervous boy and pulled him into ardent kiss.
Both parties seemed to be energized by this embrace, because they kept going, and going, and going...Well, you get the idea. Sam was in heaven. This was a lot better than the times where they would fake it just to get out of trouble. This time, it was for real, and the goth girl couldn't be any happier for this moment. Danny was teetering on the edge of fainting from all the nervousness, but somehow, he would manage to get over it. After all, he and Sam were kissing... and it they weren't faking either! Joy upon joys!
When love was this deep, who really needed Oxygen anyway?
The embrace lingered on and on... The Manson girl would hope it would never end.
Unfortunately...
"Sam?"
"Sam?"
"Sam?"
The aforementioned girl cleared out the cobwebs. Hang on... She wasn't in the back staircase with Danny, and they weren't...
Say it ain't so.
"Sam," A certain halfa said. "The period's over... You were daydreaming."
"As usual," A certain techno-geek added, turning tables on the insults some fifty minutes ago.
Sam placed both hands on top of her head and buried her face on the desk.
That was the third time this week that she had the same daydream... When would it end?
No... Seriously, when do you think?
Exhibit B - Ro-Manson, Only in Dreams...
The End
S-Chrome
