Hey guys! I've been reading Danny Phantom fanfic for quite some time, as I've been missing the show a lot lately (I got to reminisce thanks to NickToons). I decided to give a go and start a fanfic of my own. This is the first...chapter I guess you could call it, in this little project that I'm working on while I flesh out some other ideas, both fanfic and original. In the mean time, I hope you enjoy. I don't find this particularly story very well written, but I'm cutting myself some slack since it's my first fanfic.
Anyway, I've rambled enough. On with the show! Hope you enjoy it...

Ringtone Revelations

This Saturday afternoon brought sunshine and clear skies to Amity Park. The day seemed designed for flying, and to not honor the day's architecture would have been a disrespect to Mother Nature. So I honored her wishes, and instead of walking to Sam's house, I took the aerial route.

My mind floated like my body as I glided in the air. There had been no ghostly disturbances all day. No Skulker hunting me, no Box Ghost annoying me, no Vlad trying to destroy me. Just a chill Saturday, perfect for hanging out at the mall with my best friends.

The Amity Park Mall is not a haven of excitement. But that doesn't matter when I'm with my two best friends. We make our own fun.

I arrived at Sam's house. I floated outside her window for a little while. That became a habit of mine, originally to ensure that the coast was clear of her parents. The Mansons were not particularly fond of me, and I also couldn't risk transforming while visible to them.

Over time, my safety precaution became a habit, and its purpose changed. I would hover in front of her window just to watch, for a few brief moments. To see an uninhibited Samantha. Sam was always so headstrong and opinionated around people, including me and Tucker. Seeing her relaxed, if not a bit vulnerable, became something of a treat for me.

I don't do this for too long though. I can't risk being seen looking into a girl's window as Danny Phantom. That's all I need added to my resumé of menacing ghostly activities, "peeping Tom".

So I break the moment and knock on her window. I could just phase through, but unless absolutely necessary, I try not to throw manners and respect for a person's space to the wind.

Tap tap tap

"Sam. I'm here."

"Hey Danny, come on in."

I enter the lavish room that has lost some of its darkness over the years. It's still extensively Sam's space, but the room is just one example of how Sam has changed a bit. Like I said, she's still strong-willed, independent, opinionated, and sometimes, a tad too aggressive. But it's not as intense as it was when we were 14. She's more mature and understanding of different opinions.

Along with the shift from the doom and gloom décor came a change in wardrobe. The black mid-drift exposing shirt, mini skirt and leggings and boots had been retired as Sam approached her sixteenth birthday. Today she wore dark blue jeans, a tight black t-shirt and sneakers. A subtle look, intensified by the fact that is was Sam who was working it.

I transformed and sat on her bed. "What are shopping for at the mall today?"

"Nothing in particular. Just the usual roaming about the mall. Typical teenage stuff."

"Okay. Cool." I smiled on the inside at how we always poked fun at teenage stereotypes, and how despite our interesting situation, we always managed to prove those stereotypes true.

"Mind if I put on some music Sam?" I liked that we didn't have to constantly fill the silence with random banter, but I still wanted some background noise.

"Sure Danny. Go ahead."

I headed over to her stereo and rummaged through the CDs placed next to it. Sam had interesting taste in music, to say the least. One would be hard-pressed to find a CD by a mainstream artist of today.

So imagine my surprise when I spotted The Fame Monster.

By Lady GaGa.

"Ummm, Sam, what is this?"

"What is what, Danny?"

"This." I turned around and held the CD out in front of me to show it to her.

"Oh...that...um...I just...well, you see...."

"So much for hating Bubblegum pop, Sam."

"Lady GaGa is not bubblegum pop! She's inventive and does not conform to the expectations of pop artists today! Do you see Britney doing videos like Bad Romance!? Do you?!?"

"Okay okay! Calm down...Sam. I didn't know you you were so passionate about...her."

"I'm not...I just...appreciate individuality."

"Fine whatever. Well, I'm not a fan of hers. I think she's kind of creepy honestly."

"Whatever. It's not like I'm obsessed with her or anything."

Sam's phone began to ring.

Can't read my,
Can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
(she's got me like nobody)
Can't read my
Can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
(she's got me like nobody)

"Wow...really Sam?

"Shut it!" she hissed while covering the mic of the phone. "Hey Mom."

"Hahaha. How would your mom feel if she knew your ringtone for her was a song about switch-hitting?"

"It's a good song Danny!"

"If you say so Sam..."

"You just don't understand Danny."

"I know. And I don't want to." I turned back to her to CD collection in search of something, a little less strange.

At this moment, my cell phone began to buzz. I thought I had it on vibrate...but I didn't. It was on vibrate and ringtone.

Just dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm
Just dance, spin that record babe, da da doo-doo-mmm
Just dance, gonna be okay, d-d-d-dance
Dance, dance, just, j-j-just dance.

"Wow. Really Danny?"

"I...uh...well...you see...um..."

"Whatever. Answer it."

I obeyed, reluctantly. "Hey Jazz. No, I haven't seen any ghosts all day. No, just at Sam's place waiting for Tucker.."

I don't even like remembering what she said next...

"You and Sam alone in her room? You guys are keeping your hormones under control aren't you?"

"Oh my gosh Jazz yes! Going now!" I clicked off the phone.

"Relax Danny. She's just trying to make sure she doesn't become an aunt before you graduate high school."

I scowled at her. I didn't think she heard it. And I also didn't think she would find that statement funny.

She kept messing with her hair.

"Since when did you become of aware of how you look Sam?"

"Are you saying I never cared before Danny?"

"Yes, I mean, no. I mean..."

"Oh my gosh Danny. Stop talking before I punch you."

I think it's cute how she sometimes forgets that I have ghost powers. Not that I'd ever use them to hurt her. Well, I wouldn't do any permanent damage anyway...

My phone rang again.

Don't get me wrong, I like technology, and personalized ringtones are a nice little convenience. I know who's calling without even looking at my phone. But if there was ever a time I wanted to throw my phone against the wall, this was it.

Let's have some fun this beat is sick

I wanna take a ride on your disco stick

Don't think too much just bust that kick

I wanna take a ride on your disco stick

To call it a raucous laughter would be like calling the explosion of Mount Saint Helenes a hiccup.

"That's your ringtone for Tucker!?!? Oh man, that's so rich Danny."

"Shut. Up."

"I wonder how Tucker would feel...knowing you want to take a ride on his disco stick!!"

"My neck and cheeks grew hot. I had already answered the phone, and Tucker, hearing Sam's outburst, wanted to know what was going on.

"Why is Sam laughing like a banshee? What's going on over there?"

You'd think having to battle ghosts on almost daily basis would make me more alert. But alertness goes out the window when I'm around Sam.

She caught me off guard, before I knew it she had tackled me to the ground, trying to wrestle my phone away from me.

I'm guessing Tucker heard the sounds of our struggle.

"Um...should I get off the phone...and will you guys be ready to go to the mall by the time I get over there?"

"Tucker!" Sam cried while pinning me down. Guess what Danny's ringtone for you is!"

Click.

Thud.

Various curse words from a certain dark and moody girl.

"Intangibility has its benefits." I said as rose back up from the ground.

"Whatever. I'll tell him soon enough.

I chuckled as I sat back down on her bed. She's cute when she's mad. I'll never tell her that though.

Instead, I'd much rather irritate her to no end. I figured Sam would have a special ringtone for me.

'Let's see what song she thinks of whenever I call.' I thought to myself.

I called her.

I want your love and
I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
(Oh-oh-oh--oh-oh!)
I want your love and
All your lovers' revenge
You and me could write a bad romance

Interesting song choice. I don't quite know how to interpret this.

To be honest, I didn't want this to be my ringtone. It's sad and obsessive, and it made me wonder how Sam really felt about me.

However my thoughts were eliminated by the realization of the danger I was now in.

Sam turned to face me.

'Oh, hello livid Sam. Fancy meeting you. Please don't kill me....'

"Um...if it's any consolation, I have to admit, I kinda like that song..."

"Danny Fenton! Why do you have to be so...so...I can't even think of a word! All I can think about is..."

I couldn't resist.

"How you want my love and my revenge?"

"Arg!!!"

She lurched at me and our wrestling fest resumed. I chose to stick this one out, rather than using my numerous advantages.

Despite that, I somehow managed to wiggle away from her. I jumped off the bed.

She sat up and groaned in frustration.

"I hate you."

"Doesn't matter. Love me, hate me, we could still write a bad romance Sam."

"Arg!" She flopped back on her bed and buried her face in her pillows.

Meanwhile I placed The Fame Monster into her stereo. Bad Romance is track one, so I just let the CD play.

"Seriously Danny?"

I grabbed Sam's hairbrush. It became my mic. Lip-syncing? No, more like lip-serenading.

I want your ugly
I want your disease
I want your everything
As long as it's free
I want your love
(Love-love-love I want your love)

I want your drama
The touch of your hand
I want your leather-studded kiss in the sand
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love
(Love-love-love I want your love)

Sam snatched the brush from my hands.

"Vegetarians don't do leather!"

I laughed as I fell onto her bed.

"Hey, you're the one who bought the CD, not me."

Sam punched my arm. I'll never admit that her punch actually hurt. That's an insult to both my masculinity and my superhero persona.

"Okay okay okay. Let's not tell anyone that we like Lady GaGa. It'll be our little secret."

"Agreed."

She hopped off her bed and went back to the mirror. She reached her hands to hair for a second, then sighed.

"Oh, forget it." She whispered to herself.

"You look fine Sam." I said. I meant it.

"Really?"

"Yeah. You look just fine."

Sam smiled a shy smile.

"I think you should choose a different ring tone for me." I said softly.

"Why do you say that?"

"If I were to write a romance with you, I certainly wouldn't want it to be a bad one." I wasn't expecting to say that.

"Hmm." I think she made a mental note of that, but she didn't do much else.

A silence fell upon the room, a comfortable one.

And just as soon as it fell upon the room, it crumbled.

"Hey guys! Ready to hit the mall?"

"Yeah Tuck, we were just waiting for you."

I stood up and Sam grabbed her bag. We were pretty much out of Sam's room, when Tucker's phone began to ring.

I'm your biggest fan
I'll follow you until you love me
Papa-Paparazzi
Baby there's no other superstar
You know that I'll be your-
Papa-Paparazzi

"Hey mom. Yeah I made it over Sam's and we're leaving now. All right, I'll get it on our way back from the mall. Love you too."

Sam and I glanced at each other, trying to contain our laughter.

"I've gotta grab some things from the grocery store after we're done at the mall, if that's cool with you guys."

"Sure Tuck." I said, trying to stifle my laughter. I heard Sam snickering.

"What's with you guys?" Tuck asked.

"Oh nothing." We said in unison. Then we began humming the tune of Paparazzi.

"Laugh it up guys. I know you two are too cool or whatever for Lady GaGa. But I happen to like her." He walked off in front of us.

"Should we tell him?" Sam asked.

"No." I replied. "It's supposed to be our secret."

In writing this, I learned something...writing fanfic is a lot harder than it seems. So thanks to all the writers who actually create good stories.

I hope to be updating soon, but I can't promise anything as I'm a junior in college who really needs an internship and a job....