Heyyy people! First story everr written on fanfiction soo go easy on me:/

After going on and reading sooooo many stories I've FINALLY decided to create my own account. I'm not much of a writer soo I may not have too many, unless I get this urgent desire to:D mainly I made it to review stories..

Anywayyyss, you can hear more about my explanation on my profile.

I will never own Danny Phantom, otherwise Sam and Danny would've gotten together a longgg time ago haha

So here's the summary:

Blue can be the color of many things, the sky, blueberries, Danny's eyes, the ocean. . .and also the color of the towel Danny wears as Sam witnesses it falling to the floor. . . kinda fluffy; rated T for safety:D

Once again, first-time writer, so I'd appreciate no flames:)

REVIEWS ARE WELCOME! enjoy!

Blue Towels

It was a normal morning in Amity Park, the birds chirping, the soft breeze in the wind, the maniacal laugh of a floating ghost...Yep, definitely normal.

But, in a house with a huge FENTON WORKS sign above it, laid a not so normal sixteen-year-old boy in his room. Groaning as the glowing sunlight entered through his curtains, he rolled over, burying his head in his pillow.

Suddenly, a loud BANG sounded through the previously silent house, startling the poor boy from his bed. . .and onto the floor.

Groaning once again, he opened his eyes, revealing sky blue orbs looking around lazily. Ink black hair sat in a jumble atop his head, slightly covering his face. If you haven't guessed it yet, yes, that boy is in fact, Daniel Fenton, or just Danny.

Untangling his body from his blankets, Danny stretched and let out a long-lasting yawn. Stumbling to his closet, Danny changed into his signature white shirt with a red oval in the middle, and light blue jeans. It figures he wouldn't change his wardrobe, even after two years.

Walking down the stairs and into the kitchen, his crazy family was revealed.

"Oh Danny my boy!" yelled a deep voice from across the room. "Check out this new invention me and your mother-"

"Your mother and I," an older girl with orange hair muttered, cutting their father off, her face deep inside a book. It was amazing how well Jazz could multitask, but Danny would never ask her about it, in fear that she would go off into a long, philosophical rant. That, Danny could do without.

Glancing back at his large father, dressed in a full body orange suit, he finally noticed the large machine in the middle of the kitchen floor. So that was what made that loud noise.

"Uh. . .so what does it do?" Danny asked, not knowing if he really wanted to know the answer. Well, he supposed he should just hear it, since these kind of things could come in handy with the ghost hunting.

A new voice entered the room," It's supposed to let off a spectral noise, loud enough for a ghost to become weakened so I-we can catch it."

"Hey Mom," Danny said while grabbing his backpack, then declared to everybody, "Well that's interesting and all, but I have to get to school, don't destroy the house! Love you!"

Walking out the front door, he could faintly hear his Dad yelling, "Oh! We can call it the Fenton Ecto-Radio!"

Rolling his eyes, Danny shut the door behind him, and glanced up and down the street for any cars or pedestrians. Nothing there. Dropping his backpack, Danny closed his eyes and spread his arms. Two glowing white rings appeared at his waist, one going up to his head, the other moving down to his feet. In it's place, Danny's black hair turned a snowy white, and his sapphire eyes turned an electric emerald. His clothes turned into a black and white hazmat suit, with his DP insignia on printed proudly on his chest. Danny Fenton, was now known as Danny Phantom, ghost hero of Amity Park.

Grabbing his backpack once again, he took off into the air and flew to school, Casper High.

Danny's POV~

As I walked into Mr. Lancer's English Class, my last one of the day, I saw one of my best friends, Tucker Foley sitting at his desk, wearing a yellow shirt and dark green cargo pants, he was twiddling with his precious PDA. Tucker's red beret was a little crooked, but he didn't seem to mind. Walking over, I smiled, "Hey Tuck."

He wasn't even listening. Figures. Suddenly, a great plan hatched in my mind. Smirking, I walked next to Tucker and whispered, "Hey Tuck, I heard Valerie's looking for you."

Tucker's head shot up and he yelled, "Where is she?"

Laughing hysterically, I sat in my seat in front of Tuck. I could hear him mumbling, "Not cool, man. Not cool."

Turning around, I tried to hide my grin, but failed miserably, "Sorry dude, I'm just in a happy mood for some reason."

He glared at me, his PDA forgotten, but gave up being mad after a while, "How come? You're never happy at school, especially in Lancer's class."

"Well, first of all, Dash hasn't stuffed me in a locker yet, I think I actually passed the test from science earlier today, and no ghost attacks so far," I whispered the last part. No one knew about my secret alter ego, except Tucker and-

Tucker interrupted my thoughts with a strange smirk, "You're just happy 'cause Sam changed her outfit today."

I could feel the blush coming on before it even happened. Apparently Tucker knew it too since he started cracking up. Sometimes that boy can be a real pain in the ass.

"Shut it Tuck, that's not true!" I shouted indignantly, my face burning. A little too loudly, I guess, because the entire class silenced and looked over.

"What's not true, Fenturd? Your brain? Hahahahaha!" Dash laughed hysterically, but nobody laughed, so he immediately stopped. Glaring at Kwan and the rest of his group, they nervously laughed along with him, fearing his wrath if they didn't.

Rolling my eyes, I looked down and started doodling on a piece of paper, waiting for class to start. Ugh, I hate it when Lancer is late, it gives the rest of the football morons more time to make fools of themselves.

"Wow, your hair looks really nice today," a random voice said, loud enough to catch my attention. I looked up quickly, about to say hi to my other best friend Sam, since I knew she had really nice hair. Sigh, it was really soft, and I knew from accidentally touching it while flying with her one time. I actually really loved flying with Sam, more than anybody else, actually. With her pressed up against me, trusting me not to drop her. I could just imagin-Whoa Danny, hold your horses, you can't think that way about your best friend! She's...she's...your best friend! I told myself this over and over again, but even I knew I didn't want it to be true. Actually, for almost two years, I knew I liked Sam, maybe even love her. But obviously she would never like me back. I mean, why would she, I'm just the clumsy, awkward, loser kid with freakish ghost powers. Who would like someone like that? Not Sam, definitely. She deserves someone better, someone worthy of her.

Anyways, back to reality, as soon as I looked up, a nasally voice with a Spanish accent cut through the air, "I know right? I brushed it for an extra ten minutos this morning, and look at the difference!" the most popular girl at Casper High, Paulina Sanchez, said snottily.

I internally groaned. God, she's such a shallow drama queen. Honestly, her hair doesn't even look that different. I could see what Sam was talking about all those years. I got over Paulina after freshman year, finally coming to my senses.

Looking down again, I ignored the voices and footsteps entering the room, and continued doodling random designs. It wasn't until Paulina screeched, "Ooh, look at what the cat dragged in, the Goth loser freak!" that I looked up again.

Standing in the doorway, was a beautiful girl with silky black hair streaked purple, now grown down to her shoulders. She had a form-fitting dark purple tank top, and a black mini skirt with no stockings underneath, revealing smooth pale legs that seemed to go on forever, in my opinion. As Tucker said, she was wearing a new outfit today. Black eyeliner, amethyst eyes, and her signature combat boots completed the look of the one and only, Sam Manson.

Sam walked in, standing in front of Paulina, and put on hand on her cocked hip. Even a deadly stance like that seemed to intimidate Paulina slightly, but she didn't back down. That was one thing I loved about Sam, she could face anybody, even the most popular girl at school.

"Who dressed you, a freak?" Paulina smirked, clearly thinking she was clever.

"Who did your make-up, a clown?" Sam shot back, a perfectly shaped eyebrow raised. Her comment brought a few snickers in the room, but immediately quieted when Paulina glared. Wow, it was just like with Dash. It wasn't until I heard the laughs that I noticed most of the class was watching this exchange.

"Who did your make-up, a. . .goth clown?" Paulina asked hesitantly.

"Nice," Said Sam sarcastically. Another thing I loved, her sarcasm.

Clearly knowing she won, Sam turned on her heel, confidently walking towards her seat, right next to me.

"Hey guys," Sam's soft voice flowed to my ears. She spoke completely different with us than her parents and other people like Paulina, and it made me feel a little special.

"Sup, Sam," Tucker said, still on his PDA, but glanced over it to give me an expecting look. Oh right, I should probably say hi.

"Uh, hi Sam?" I said, though it sounded like a question. God, I'm such an idiot. I can't even say hello to my own best friend.

Sam chuckled, "Hi to you too, Danny?" she asked back. While turning to sit in her seat, her bottom accidentally grazed my arm which was on my desk. It began to tingle. Heat crawled its way up my face, as well as Sam's, who was now in her seat.

"Sorry," we apologized in unison, blushing even more. God, I probably looked like a freaking tomato.

"Lovebirds," half the class muttered.

"We're not lovebirds!" Sam yelled back. She quickly glanced back at me, her purple eyes questioning. It wasn't until now that I realized I didn't say it too, and that I was staring at her longingly this whole time.

"Uh, yeah, we're not," I mumbled disbelievingly.

Sam looked in deep in thought as she sat down at her desk, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Oh, hey, Danny, I can't come over after school, my mom's cooking steak," Tucker announced to me. Oh right, I forgot I invited him and Sam over.

"Ugh, you're so gross Tucker, how can you eat those poor little animals and not have any regret? It makes me sick!" Sam looked disgusted, shaking her head.

"Well, I'm sorry, Miss. Gottasavetheworld, but not everyone is an ultra vegetarian recyclo," Tucker said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

"Ultra recyclo-vegetarian," I corrected. Sam looked over thankfully, and I found myself getting lost in her eyes. Those beautiful pools of violet. Snapping myself back, I slapped myself lightly in the face. Sam and Tucker looked at me like I grew ten heads.

"Dude, did you just hit yourself?" Tucker asked.

"Um, yeah?" I replied. I seriously needed some mental help.

A few minutes passed and I suddenly realized we've been sitting here for about ten minutes already. Where the hell was Lancer? He's never this late. Oh, well.

"So, Sam are you coming over still?" I asked calmly, finally getting enough nerve to talk to her. Wow, I should give myself a pat on the back, but if I did that right now, Sam and Tuck would without a doubt send me to a mental hospital.

"You betcha," Sam smiled warmly, I couldn't help but smile back. Right then, Mr. Lancer, walked in.

"Sorry I'm late class, someone let the frogs in the science lab free again," he said hurriedly. I heard Sam snicker into her hand, and with that, class finally began.

Walking home alongside Sam, I began thinking of ways to tell her about my feelings. I knew I had to do it soon, or else I'll go crazy, and nobody wants to deal with a crazy Danny.

'Hey Sam, I think I like you and. . .' nah, too cheesy.

'Will you marry me?' Little too soon for that buster.

'Sam, your like the peanut butter to my jelly. . .' okay where the hell did I get that?

'Sam, we've been through a lot in the past, and I wanna tell you...' Okay, that's good, I'll go with that.

"Uh, Danny? You okay? You look like your having a conversation with yourself," Sam said, peering at me, her amethyst eyes curious. Wow, she's observant.

"Yeah, fine. Listen Sam," here it goes, "We've been thr-" I was interrupted by a light blue wisp escaping my mouth.

"Oh, you've gotta be kidding me!" I groaned, allowing myself to turn to Phantom within a second. Looking over at Sam, I noticed she already had her Fenton Bazooka and Thermos out. How she kept these things hidden in her backpack, I'll never know.

Looking around, I spotted Skulker flying in the air not a couple yards away. Racing towards him, I shot an ectoplasmic ray, making him off balance. Turning to glare at his attacker, Skulker saw me and smirked evilly, "Ah, hello whelp, here to allow me to collect your pelt? I've been waiting a while, you know."

I could practically see Sam gagging underneath me on the ground, aiming for Skulker with her gun, trying to get a good target.

"Actually Skulker, I'm just here to get you in my thermos, where you belong!" I yelled, shooting another ray at him. Following that, I zoomed at him, throwing carefully placed punches and kicks at his weak spots. That was the advantage at fighting enemies over and over again, you knew exactly where to hit.

Not giving up, Skulker sent a hard punch, narrowly missing my head. I quickly fired another ecto ray. He dodged and aimed a missile at my face. Bending backwards, Matrix style, the missile missed me. I came back up and grinned smugly, only to come face to face with a blast, throwing me backwards and straight to the pavement below.

"Ughh," I groaned, getting up from the ground. Looking around, I couldn't see Sam anywhere. God, I hope she's okay. I couldn't live with myself if she ever got hurt. But the only way to protect her was to get rid of this idiot. Flying back up, I shot an ice ray at Skulker, who clearly was expecting a punch or something, not ice. Falling frozen to the ground, a blue beam of light came from the distance, enclosing around the mechanical ghost. Sucking him into the Fenton Thermos, Sam came out from her hiding place, and high-fived me.

"Nice teamwork," I smiled. Turning back to Danny Fenton, I took back my backpack Sam was holding out for me. Our fingers brushed, sending strange tingles up my hands and arms, then probably right to my brain, since I couldn't think straight.

"Uhh...thanks," I mumbled lamely. After the usual blush, we continued our walk from before.

"So, what were you saying earlier?" Sam, asked curiously. Oh shoot, she remembered.

"Well. . .ah, you see, I just wanted to tell you that I l-" I was interrupted once again by another blue wisp.

Growling and mumbling curses, I turned to Phantom once again, flying up in the air, searching for the next ghost. Looking down, I saw Sam getting her gun out again.

"Hey, Sam," I called down, "Go ahead to the house, I'll handle this. I'll meet you there!"

After a couple moments of hesitation, she turned around slowly.

"Okay!" she shouted back over her shoulder, "Good luck!"

Good, at least Sam's out of danger. I watched as she rounded the corner, disappearing from sight, before resuming my search for the ghost.

Sam's POV~

Walking into Danny's house, I was greeted with the most awful noise imaginable. It was screeching in the air, sounding like nails on a chalkboard, or a screaming cat. Covering my ears, I walked into the kitchen, where Mrs. Fenton were standing with a huge machine on the floor. Turning it down when she saw me, Mrs. F. smiled.

"Hello Sam! Where's Danny? He's usually home by now," she wondered.

Uh, what should I say, I can't give away any hints or anything suspicious. Danny's mother was a very smart woman, and it was a miracle she hasn't figured out Danny's secret yet.

"He's running a few errands, he'll be back soon," the lie came easily to my lips.

"Oh alright, well, you can head up to Danny's room if you'd like, honey, make yourself at home," Mrs. Fenton said warmly. I smiled and did what she suggested. Turning around and up the stairs, I headed to where Danny's room was, entering it.

"Hm, I might as well get changed, I seriously stink from all that running and aiming. Yuck," I muttered to myself. Crossing to the opposite corner of the messy room, I noticed how bright the sunlight coming through the curtains were. We Goths despise the sun, so me, being a Goth, obviously, went over to close it tightly.

I started to think about what Danny was about to say on the way home. He seemed so nervous for some reason. Although it was ridiculously adorable, I realized something. He was nervous talking to Paulina like that in freshman year. . .Wait, I did remember Danny looking at me in a weird way when I denied the 'lovebirds' accusation and he didn't. Was it possible that he liked me? The thought caused mini bats to fly around in my stomach. Yes, I, Sam Manson, a Goth, has a crush on her best friend. It sounded so crazy yet so right at the same time. But, Danny likes Paulina. Her name, even in my thoughts, caused me to scowl. Ugh, she's such a shallow witch, I honestly don't know what he sees in her besides beauty, and she isn't even that pretty!

Blasting noise came from downstairs again, scaring the bejesus out of me. Groaning, I went over and locked Danny's door, then went back to the corner of the room. Taking off my shirt and skirt, I began to search for the spare clothes I kept in my backpack.

Danny's POV~

Slugging my backpack over my shoulder, I slowly walked my way back to my house. Ugh, I took a lot longer than I expected fighting Ember, and that stupid Box Ghost too. Sometimes I really wish I had a break from ghost fighting... Opening my front door, I heard the screeching noise from the Fenton Ecto-Radio, and this time it actually hurt my head a little, rather than an annoying sound like it was in the morning. Walking into the kitchen, I saw my Mom and Dad, but no Sam.

'Oh man, she probably left to go home, since I was taking so long. Ugh, I'm such a bad friend...' Turning around, I decided to go take a quick shower upstairs, since I really worked up a sweat fighting three ghosts in twenty minutes. I decided to call and apologize to Sam later. I heard my mom saying something about something in my room, but it was probably laundry or something. God, I wish I had a break from chores too. Walking into the bathroom, I stripped down and stepped into the shower, the sound of running water blocking out the screeching noise and immediately soothing my headache. After washing myself, I turned off the water, stepped out of the shower, and wrapped a light blue towel around myself. Honestly, I have no clue why my parents only got blue towels. There was no point. Oh well, it doesn't really matter, I guess. Looking in the mirror, I noticed how much less scrawny I was. I actually had muscles! Thank you ghost hunting! I realized I didn't bring any clothes into the bathroom, so I stepped out into the hallway, whistling a random tune, the humidity escaping the bathroom as well.

Walking towards my room, I turned the doorknob, but it was locked.

'What the hell?' I thought, Jazz was out, since her car wasn't in the driveway, and Mom and Dad were downstairs, so nobody could possibly be in my room. Ugh, I'm an idiot, I probably locked the door when I left and accidentally closed it. Who does that? Anyways, I quickly turned my hand intangible and reached through the door, trying to find the lock and unlock it...

Nobody's POV~

As soon as Danny walked into his room and unlocked it, he noticed how dark his room was. He hated when it was too dark in there, since being the clumsy teenager he was, Danny always fell down in the dark. He didn't necessarily feel like humiliating himself, even in private, so he cautiously walked over to the curtains, not bothering to glance around his messy room. If he did, he would have noticed a half-naked girl looking around for her missing shirt, looking down to the floor.

Neither of them noticed each other, or heard each other, thanks to the Fenton Ecto-Radio in the kitchen. If it wasn't for that, Sam would've heard the whistling or the turning doorknob, and Danny would've heard Sam calling her shirt to come out of hiding.

Danny slowly found his way to the curtains, and pulled it open, allowing light to stream in steadily. Turning around, his icy blue eyes quickly widened to the size of dinner plates, his jaw dropped even lower than the floor.

There stood Sam, in her black lace bra and underwear, looking up, squinting, to see where the sudden source of light was coming from. She was only about three feet away from him. Her mouth was hanging open as much as Danny's was, eyebrows above her hairline. She saw Danny with just a blue towel around his waist, his ink black hair still dripping water, and some drops glistened on his neck and sculpted torso. Sam was definitely surprised, but not nearly as shocked as Danny was. In fact, he was so surprised, that his lower body suddenly became intangible for a split second. Not long at all, but it was long enough for the blue towel to fall silently and quickly to the floor.

Oh.

My.

God.

And first chapter finished! Wow I've been thinking about writing something like this for a while! hahaa,

Hmm..I don't know what Danny's and Sam's reactions should be, soo please review and give me some ideas:) it would be awesome! and I'll even give you some credit! thankss!

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