There is so little Pompous Pep going around, okay, well, there is some—Namely Nimrod The Writers fics- but there isn't enough for me to be even remotely satisfied. Therefore I have taken it upon myself to soothe my desires—obsession—and create a…decently written fiction and viola~ This is the finished product of said desires and writing. This is set after PP and while I have a general idea of where this is going it's going to be a super bumpy ride. Enjoy~

Danny would not say that his life was boring, not at all, in fact that would be quite far from the truth. Even before his ghostly powers his life was more than average, obviously because his parents were obsessed with ghosts and how else could he have become one it not for their…unique fetish.

But besides that his life was average, his parents were embarrassing, his sister over-bearing and his friends were just as dorky and as unpopular as him. Textbook life. Ghost powers added into the mix and instead of the mundane study for tests he now studied while he repeatedly shoved the Box Ghost into the Fenton Thermos. How he kept getting out he would never know.

It seems though that if you repeat something, whether it be via mouth or actions, it becomes meaningless, such has happened with his powers. While he could not deny they gave him a thrill of adrenaline, gave him purpose it was utterly…redundant.

To put it simply, it was boring.

"Danny…Danny! Wake up." Jazz glared at the lump on the bed, it would have been amusing any other day of the week that she wasn't driving him to school.

"Five more minutes…"

Patting her baby brother's head affectionately, she nodded, "Of course."

Then reaching her hand out to the cup of water she had placed on the desk upon entering the room she swiftly ripped off his blankets and dumped the chilled water on his face.

"Dammit Jazz!"

"Hurry up or next time I really will leave you, Danny!" A small glaring match ensued only to be broken by Jasmine walking swiftly out of the room, her tone brooking no room for argument, "Ten minutes."

Glaring at the retreating blur of orange he stomped towards the bathroom, he hated Mondays, so much. They must have invented them specifically for making the weekend seem nearly tortuous because it was now gone. Groaning dramatically he stumbled into the bathroom and relived himself, nearly missing the toilet, much to his amusement. Glancing at the clock on the wall he shoved his toothbrush in his mouth and attempted to shove both feet into his pants at the same time, needless to say he ended up with his toothpaste all over his face and his pants around his ankles.

"Danny!" The shout was followed by a honk of the horn and he could hear his parents laughter from below, seriously since Jazz had gotten a car it seemed like she was always in a rush for everything. Stumbling back to the bathroom he hiked up his pants and finished his teeth and snatched a clean shirt from his closet before rushing out the door.

"Bye mom, dad!"

"Dan—get in!" Waving his hand he hopped over the convertibles door, much to Jasmines chagrin and she quickly pulled away from the curb, already on her morning tirade about how he needed to focus more and him completely ignoring her, it was ritual.

All that same he breathed a sigh of relief when they reached the school and she halted in her accusations about his grades and his skittish—to say the least—attendance of school, her opinion of the matter was ghost hunting should not interfere. As if he didn't already know that. "Don't you have a psychology test this morning?"

The horror on her face was worth the noisy ride, "Yes. Which I studied for, unlike some people."

He moved slowly on purpose, inching toward his bag that hardly ever left her car, exaggerating a yawn and stretching.

"Danny?"

"Yes?"

"Get out of my car!" Leaning over him to wretch open the door she shoved him out with a wave, "Have a good day."

"Yes, mother." Ignoring the sarcasm she drove away, smile still firmly in place. Sam and Tucker were already there, leaning casually against a tree and snickering, as usual.

"Danny, why don't you just get up when the alarm goes off?"

"Because Sam, I have a strict no-waking before I'm late policy. It's in the fine print." Sam snorted before shoving some papers at him. He stared at them blankly, test papers, for a test. A test he did not study for.

"You didn't study at all did you?"

"There was the—"

"Uh-huh." Grabbing her own backpack Sam began to walk away from them, "I have art as an extra this morning so you're on your own. I copied everything you need to memorize."

"All of it?" She smirked and ran into the building without answer, Tucker patted his shoulder and shook his head warily.

"Man, you are so screwed."

"Thanks, Tuck."

"Anytime."

M. Lancer would just not let up. At all. It seemed he had told them about the test for months. Months. How the hell did he screw that one up? Glaring idly at the mush on his plate he promptly let his head fall to the table with a loud 'thud', his fork stabbing viciously into the mush.

"Dude don't take it out on the food."

"Tucker, that is not food."

"Yea, Sam because all of us would rather eat tofu."

"Its—"

"Guys, failing test here? Not graduating? Any of this ringing a bell?" Both winced but still had the audacity to look smug, just because they had actually studied. Groaning he shoved the tray at Tucker who made a fist pump and devoured it.

"Dude…that's just…"

"Wrong?" Sam supplied, carefully avoid looking at Tucker while he shoveled the food in his mouth.

"Exactly."

"Bwell it tot bow alt. E tent host foo."

A bit of food had been spat at the table during the his short speech, Sam non too conspicuously scooted over and swiftly threw her food out, she didn't feel that hungry anymore. Another glance at Tucker confirmed that, definitely not hungry.

Still she held Danny in a reprimanding stare, "We were there too, Danny and we still managed to pass."

"That's what I said!" Both ignored Tucker who shrugged and went back to his food, ignoring their shivers of disgust.

"It's not that easy once I get home Mom and Dad are too suspicious especially after—"

"Danny, do you want to graduate or not?"

"Of cour—"

"Then study."

"It's not that easy!"

"Yes, it is Danny! You should have told them after….well everything!"

A quick burst of annoyance surged through him, "Look, Sam, just because you have nothing to worry about besides your damn hair and your grades doesn't mean I do to, okay?"

Purple eyes narrowed and even Tucker looked shocked, his food—if one could call it that—slipping off the spoon and onto the tray with a small plop. It was deafening in the tension.

"I have a lot to worry about, namely one idiot ghost boy."

Both boys watched her go in silence, Danny's anger ebbing away as quickly as it came and he guiltily avoided Tucker's eyes, "Dude—"

"I know, Tuck, I know."

Running his hands through his hair he fidgeted before resigning himself to the fact that the doorbell would not ring if he did not push the button, no matter how hard he glared at it. And—surprise, surprise—it was Sam who answered the one person he was dying to talk too. Okay, well he truly did want to apologize but…it wasn't that easy anymore. Sure their feelings were out in the open but there was a strained portion of their relationship now, it hadn't been there before and now it's ugly head always seemed to be shoved in their faces.

"I—" A wary smiled crossed her face and she opened the door wider while cutting him off.

"Tuckers already here, I won the bet, he said you would stand there for at least a half hour."

He rubbed his neck sheepishly, "I really am sorry."

"I know." The door shut softly but her voice was even softer, the fights happened all the time, he know knew he couldn't give up ghost hunting and she didn't completely like it. She wanted him to have everything. The fights and arguments and words they spat at each other were more and more frequent.

"Like an old married couple."

A small grin lite her face, "As always."

With that the tension was gone—well, smothered at least and they were free to play video games to their hearts content but Danny couldn't stop the small sigh at the end of the night. Tomorrow it would be the same, he would be late, he would flunk another class, he and Sam would argue and then apologize and they'd end the night being, well, them.

Lather, rinse, repeat.

His life was stuck on a shampoo commercial.

Okay mini rant…at least I saved it for the end, right? So my rant? Season three of Danny Phantom totally freaking

SUCKED. Horribly, dismally, disgusting, horrendous…okay this list could go on. I mean Vlad was defeated…by a rock? Dude, wtf? He would not be beaten by a…a piece of eroded ground! It just boggled my mind. And Danny? Don't even get me started! He had his powers for three years, three years then just decides, 'Yea, I will totally go girly and mopey and give them up.' Then the whole SamXDanny, I have nothing against the pairing, at all, but seriously? After all they have been through they couldn't have come up with something less clique for the two? I mean the dynamics they had in Season one and two just went, bye-bye. Not to mention after half hating the 'Inviso –bill' (lol) they suddenly build statues no questions asked? Right after another half ghost just tried to destroy everything, yea right. Arg! That should not have happened, Phantom Planet should not have happened, Season three should not have happened.

-Wipes brow—Done now, please review :)