*Gigglesnort*
A/N: So I love Danny Phantom. A lot. And this is a little bit of DxS fluff from Sam's Point of View. You know Danny loves Star Wars and World of Warcraft, and that he'd be a great boyfriend. Jetta is a girl that Sam knows outside of school, one of her goth friends. Don't really have a whole thing planned out for her, maybe she'll pop up again, they're obviously really close. They've been on vacation together. She's just a friend and this is a letter to her. I don't know who Cam is either, only that he was Sam's friend, but he killed himself.
Sorry, I'll shut up now. Enjoy.
Danny Phantom © Butch Hartman
Jetta and Cam © me
Dear Jetta,
I've never really noticed how adorable Danny could be. I mean I've known him for nine years, and dated him for two. I never really noticed how much I loved about him. Here are some examples:
One, he's such a nerd. He geeks out over the most random things, be it Star Wars or World of Warcraft, he just loves that kind of shit. I do too (he still doesn't know about the Slave Girl Leia costume, shhhh), but he's goes over the top sometimes. It makes him fun to be around.
Two, he's romantic. Danny knows how to make a girl smile. Last Valentine's Day, I found a dozen black roses tied with a crimson ribbon in my locker when I arrived at school. He also knows when I want to be literally swept off of my feet and flown off into the sunset (that is assuming you know about the whole ghost boy thing and you know what I mean when I say literally).
Three, he knows me better than I know myself. He knows my favorite song, my favorite t-shirt, my birthday, my mother's maiden name, he even knows what my favorite brand of gum is. Sure this might be a little creepy, but I find it sweet.
Four, he's a good listener. Danny is my personal date book. He remembers when I have things like dentist appointments and my family member's birthdays. He's always been like this; he knows I won't remember so he does it for me. He even reminded me of your birthday last month.
Five, he respects me. He knows that I'm not just some damsel in distress. I can fight for myself; in fact I can rescue him. You'd know I hate being treated as lesser, and Danny and I are equals.
Six, he's adorkable. I know, I know that isn't a real word. But he is, he's a dork, and I love him for it.
Seven, he has a weird laugh, especially when he's laughing really hard. He has this sort of gigglesnort when he first starts laughing really hard, and then he just breaks out laughing. It's probably the best laugh in the history of laughs (that even counts your little brother).
Eight, his eyes are a beautiful color. They're this really cool light blue. It's pretty awesome, it's the color of the ocean during the day. (Remember when we went to Daytona and we actually went out in the ocean because it was so pretty? Yeah. It's that color.)
Nine, he's great at making out. I know that sounds really perverted and/or weird. But goddamn he's amazing. I told you how much I liked the fake out make out, well take that and multiply it by ten. That's what he's like when he actually tries.
Ten, he's there for me. When Cam killed himself, Danny sat up with me and held me while I cried for hours. Any guy who will still find you attractive after a night of crying is totally worth it.
Anyways, no, Danny is not gay. At least I highly doubt it. He's just a sweet guy. I know you say all good-looking, sweet guys are flaming homosexuals, but Danny proves that is bullshit.
He's too much of a dumbass.
See, he's forgetful and has a libido to match a sex offender's (he's worse than Tuck's if you can believe that). He's a bit of a wimp in human form and I have to open pickle jars for him. But nobody's perfect.
Well, that's all I have to say,and I won't go into detail about my own libido when Danny and I are alone because that would be creepy and you can probably already guess what I'm like.
Your friend,
Sam Manson