AN: This is my answer to the DP-Challenge Winged Ninja 29 set in her story "Girl, please!", and I hope you all like it. It may be a get a bit confusing, why Dani is living with the Fentons, but Danny and Sam aren't together. The timeline isn't PostPP, it is just somewhere in the series after Dani showed up. Danny has revealed his secret to his parents and Dani's along with it. She got kinda adopted. That's what WN told me.
In my continuation I call her 'cousin', because she's really his clone, but everybody leaves that description for her. Just like in the series, nothing fancy.
The writer's block I had creeped into me and kicked my creativity out while being at the beginning of this. Who knows my stlye will detect where my creativity stroke back and won:-)
So, enough talking, after the dis~/claimer we can begin (or continue for that matter).
Disclaimer: I do not own "Danny Phantom". Or Scooby-Doo...
Claimer: The way the characters are composed from this point on (aka "the storyline") is my intellectual property.
"What-the-hell-was-that?" Tucker and I landed three blocks away from my house and became visible and tangible again.
"I have no idea, but it sure is strange." I looked around. Dani didn't follow us, neither did Jazz and I couldn't see Sam anywhere. I sighed relieved. "Let's get the facts together..."
Tucker laid a hand on my arm. "Dude, I can't think about strange behaviour with an empty stomach. And Nasty Burger is just around the corner." The cheeriness in his voice was visible in his light steps as he walked away. I shook my head exasperated and followed him.
(At Nasty Burger)
"Okay, question of the day: Why did all three girls in my house act so strange?" I said and took a bite of my burger.
"Starting with Sam: First she screamed at you for your shirt, then she laughed about me, and then she spoke ill of Valerie." He counted with his fingers, then he looked at them and sighed. "I know, she doesn't like Val, but what about the thing with the money? Sam never bragged about being one of the richest."
"Exactly. And since when does she have a problem with me wearing white? Jazz reacted smilar to my black shirt."
"So that was the shouting."
"Mhm. After I changed, I heard a crash in her room. She opened the door, yelled at me about the shirt, then she was sweet as honey asking me to keep our noise -or rather Sam's noise- down and then she cried something about being single." I looked at my fingers as I had repeated Tuckers gesture with counting. Three things, like Sam.
"And you changed again." He pointed at my blue shirt. I nodded, still in my thoughts.
"Okay, Sam and Jazz could have their time of the month, but Dani?"
Tucker pulled a face at my words, sensible to everything considering the human body except for the surface of good-looking girls.
"What I'm trying to say..." I rolled my eyes at his face. "Is, that even Dani's not-ghost-half isn't human. She's just ectoplasm. She doesn't sweat either." He understood.
"What's her three points?"
"She doesn't have more than one. I didn't give her the chance to-"
"Kill us?"
"-do more than swear at me for the shirt."
"Just like I said."
By the time we had finished our meals and headed for the door. Then a thought, or should I admit it was a fear, hit me.
"Hey Tuck? Can I crash at your house? I don't want Dani and Jazz ripping me to pieces."
He just smirked knowingly and nodded.
(The next morning)
"Thanks for borrowing me your shirt, Tucker." I said, as we walked to school.
"No problemo. But I still don't get why you didn't fly home to get clean clothes."
"And be either told off by Jazz or shot at by Dani?! No way, I'd rather wear -"
I was cut off when I bumped into something. "Sorry". I didn't look up, it could be Dash or one of his lackies. Wait...in a red skirt?
"Didn't see you, Valerie." I picked up her things: pens, books, ecto-weapon, mascara.
"Maybe it was because your head is simply not capable of watching out for beautiful girls! OR YOU WERE BLIND BECAUSE OF THE COLOR OF YOUR SHIRT!"
"Hey!" Tucker shouted, but it went down in Valerie's yelling, which became louder with every sentence. "IT LOOKS AS IF SOMEONE HAS SPIT ON YOU!"
"Uhm, Val?" I furrowed a brow and pointed at her shirt. "You're wearing the exact same color."
She burst in tears as suddenly as she had startet yelling at me. "I know! Since we don't have much money left, I have to buy my clothes at-" she swallowed. "Regular stores," she whispered. It sounded as fearful as if it was the name of the most cruel ghost she ever got to hunt.
"Not that I mention, really." She giggled now. "It is just, y'know, because of Paulina and the others. I don't have to be clever to hang with them, I just need to buy designer- clothes." She leaned towards us as if she was going to tell us a big secret. "They're the same, but desingers sew in the label for everyone to see." She nodded conspiratingly. Then she looked at me again. "AND WHY ARE YOU STILL INSULTING ME LIKE THAT?!" That said, she turned around and vanished in the school- building.
Tucker and I stood there for a few seconds, not able to say anything in our shock.
"Dude, I don't know much about girls-"
"Finally you admit it." I smirked. Tucker pulled a sour face.
"-but all of them seem to hate you for the shirt you're wearing. Even if it's mine."
I looked at where Valerie had diappeared. "Something's definitely not right here." I turned to my friend. "Tucker, I think we've got a mystery on our hands."
He looked at me as I stood there in the pose of a true hero: with my left index finger pointing towards the sky, my face serious.
"Danny, you'll never again watch Scooby Doo."
u-_-u