As per usual: I don't own Danny Phantom, characters, or any other recognizable mentions in the story.

-He's a Phantom-

The fresh summer breeze greeted my skin and hair blissfully. I relaxed into the tree I stood in front of, letting myself take in the beautiful aromas before I was locked in the hellhole called high school. This was my last day of freedom before I started my freshman year, so I took my annual walk with Danny and Tucker through the park. As usual, Tucker had left early because of his mother's before-dinner-snack.

I let the wind take me again, feeling the cool of the shade against my bare legs beneath my crimson denim shorts. The ruffling of my large black Dumpty Humpty shirt sent chills over my body, I stretched my toes within my black vans, truly enjoying every sensation taking over me.

"Sam?" Danny's voice broke my concentration, but not forcibly. I enjoyed the sound of his deepening voice as he entered puberty, it truly showed that he was becoming a man. I opened my eyes to see that shade of blue that could knock the air out of even the blindest of people. I smiled up at my friend, taking in the sight of his messy black hair ruffling in the wind as mine was. "Your turn." He smiled his boyish smile back at me.

"Oh, right!" I exclaimed, realizing how long I had been in my own thoughts. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Hmmm," I thought hard, was there anything I didn't know about him? I shrugged, thinking of the first thing I could. "What do you think is the most embarrassing thing about going to high school."

His face immediately blushed, almost as red at the collar and sleeves of his otherwise white t-shirt. He raised an arm to the back of his neck, making me smile devilishly. That was his nervous habit, which meant I actually was about to learn something. He opened his mouth, turning even more red before answering.

"The fact that I'm about to be in high school and I haven't even had my first kiss." His eyes refused to meet mine as he spoke. I didn't know if I should be shocked or not. Girls definitely flirted with him, resulting in me angrily pointing it out. Then again, he was so damn Clueless, hence his nickname between me and Tucker.

"You haven't had your first kiss?" I raised an eyebrow, knowing I was simply repeating his statement. It was an obvious move, but I needed an explanation.

"Not even a peck. I mean, think about it. I've never had a girlfriend, or any sort of interaction with a pretty girl." I glared at him, forcing him to back track. "I mean, other than you, obviously. But you don't count. You're Sam."

I rolled my eyes, leaning back against the tree again. I'd always be 'Sam.' That meant my two best friends would never look at me as anything other than that. Which was understandable, but even I had to admit they were an attractive pair. Between Danny's rugged good looks and bright blue eyes, and Tucker's dark skin and rigid facial structure, they could knock out the whole cheer squad. That is, if they weren't considered nerds. To them, I'd never be attractive, not that I could blame them. The only slightly beautiful thing I ever saw in myself was my unique lilac eyes, but that's only because my grandmother gave them to me; the only person in my family that truly understood me.

I felt Danny slug against the tree, brushing my shoulder with his upper arm. I opened a single eye, noticing his were closed. A sudden thought occurred to me, one I should've brushed off, but for some reason didn't.

What if I was his first kiss.

I furrowed my brows at myself, wondering where that came from. Maybe it was his complete vulnerability to me. Maybe it was my insecurities. Maybe it was more. Before I could overthink it, my body sprung into action.

While his eyes were still closed, I leaned into him. I placed a hand under his chin, pulling gently for better access. I let my eyes close as I closed the gap between us. My lips brushed ever so slightly against his. They were soft, and more plump than I had imagined, but I hardly had the time to register it. A jolt sent through my body just as our sensitive skin met, sending me reeling back quicker than I had advanced.

His eyes were wide, but staring straight ahead instead of at me. I took a breath, composing myself before he finally turned his head. His eyes met mine, but I stuck my best poker face on, as if nothing happened. He opened his mouth, but I made sure to get in the first word.

"There," I stated with a shrug. "Now we've both had our first."

"What?" Danny shook his head, closing his eyes as if trying to make sense of the situation. "That doesn't count!"

"Why not?" I protested, glaring daggers to hide the insecurities boiling inside of me.

"It was like, half a second!" Danny looked around, trying to find anything but my angry eyes.

"Did our lips touch?" I crossed my arms at him, daring him to deny it.

"Well, yea, but-"

"Then it counts." I saw emotions flick quickly through Danny's face. I couldn't help but wonder why I had suddenly given in to an urge I had never noticed was there before. I leaned back against the tree with my eyes closed.

"Fine," I heard him grumble, leaning one shoulder against the tree, still facing me. "Truth or dare."

I rolled my eyes, but they were still closed so he probably didn't notice. "Dare."

I heard him move, I felt his hand on my cheek. I instinctively leaned into it, appreciating the gentle touch given to me by my best friend. I opened an eye to see a devilish smirk on his face. I gasped, not only at his proximity, but the swirling I felt in my head, indisputably caused by him.

"I dare you to kiss me back."

Before I could give him a quizzical look, before I could protest, before I could figure out what was going on; his lips were against mine. They pressed much harder into mine this time, but it was still the gentlest touch I ever felt. My eyelids grew heavy and my arms reached to his shirt to pull his weight against me.

I didn't have time to question our actions, because I had to really concentrate on this kiss, my first long kiss. I felt my mouth move instinctively, and his lips followed suit. I felt the same jolt from earlier, but didn't shy away from it. I let it consume me, I let it power myself through this kiss. He leaned his weight further into me, pressing my back uncomfortably into the hard bark behind me, but that was a side thought.

I felt his tongue trace against my bottom lip, causing me to involuntarily open my mouth. I pushed my tongue forward, feeling it touch against his. My body was overloading with the intense sensation of my first make out, and being the 14 year old girl I am, I had no idea what any of it meant.

We stayed in the kiss, moving our lips and tongues together in a beautiful choreography. The kiss could've been anywhere between five seconds and five minutes, but I didn't know. I was much too distracted by his slight minty taste, his fingers curling into my hair, his weight pressing deliciously against my body.

We parted eventually, but more out of necessity to breathe than anything else. He placed his forehead against mine for a few seconds while we panted in each other's breath. As he moved back to my side, and out of my grasp, two things became inevitably clear.

One, we could never mention this again. Not to anyone. Not to Tucker. Not to each other. No one.

And two…

I was helplessly falling in love with my best friend.