I just kind of got the idea while listening to All American Rejects "Dirty Little Secret" and decided that it would make a good fanfic, so, here it is!

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

What's Your Secret?

Let me know that I've done wrong
When I've known this all along
I go around a time or two
Just to waste my time with you

Danny typed in his password with ease; he'd done it everyday since sixth grade. While the screen loaded, he took a sip of his soda sitting next to the computer. Setting it down, he glanced through his inbox's contents.

"Spam… spam…." He muttered while deleting each email he did not recognize. Just before he almost got rid of the sixth email he didn't want, he glanced at the subject line. On it was written "Dirty Little Secrets". Thinking it was something worth opening, he clicked the message, and it appeared on his screen.

What's your dirty little secret? We all have them, so why not share them? You should leave them anonymous however, since it is your dirty little secret… But, you should tell the world. You'll feel better, and you'll be able to laugh at others dirty little secrets. Believe me; some of them are pretty strange…

I sleep with an old paper towel.

--forever alone

I still live with my mom.

--teacher

I sleep with a stuffed pig named Mrs. Fufu.

--football jock

I have a mole! On my flawless skin!

--preppy in pink

I like a techno geek!

--reaching for the stars

I lied to my best friend.

--footballer42

I wish that I could die. But I know that it's impossible.

--blue flames rocker

I'm scared of clowns…

--freak show

I like my best friend's sister.

--Tech freak

I kind of like Inviso-Bill

--Ghost Hunter 2000

I'm in love with an older man. And when I say older, I mean in his 50's.

--DALV "niece"

I watch kid's shows.

--Midnight & Race Lover

I cut.

--4ever me

I don't like anyone.

--WES

"Whoa…" Danny muttered. "I know half these people! Hey, this is good black mail…"

Quickly, Danny pressed the print button. He was going to have some fun with this.

Next day at school…

Danny pulled the list out of his locker. Quickly he scanned it looking for a first official victim. Choosing the "teacher" who lives with his mom, he stuffed it back in his locker, and headed off for his first class.

"Now, any questions?" Mr. Lancer asked after winding down from a long lecture. Danny raised his hand.

"Yes, Mr. Fenton?"

"Um, I was wondering, where do you live?"

"I'm sorry Daniel; did you just ask where I live?"

"Uh, yeah…"

"Mr. Fenton, I don't believe that where I live has anything to do with Sherlock Holmes."

"Ok." Danny replied smirking.

After class, as everyone shuffled out the door, Danny placed a scrap of paper on Mr. Lancer's desk.

When everyone had gone, said teacher picked the note up off of his desk, and sat down in his swivel chair, placing his feet on the desk. Flipping it open, he read:

I know more than you think I do.

Mr. Lancer took one guess as to who it was.

"Danny…" he mumbled.

In the hall…

"What the heck was that about Danny?" Sam asked while walking with the other two boys down the hall.

"What was what about?" Danny turned to her asking.

"Asking Mr. Lancer where he lives. Are you stalking him or something?"

"Oh yeah, Sam, I'm totally stalking Mr. Lancer." Danny replied sarcastically as they passed the jocks.

"What?! Fenton's stalking Mr. Lancer! I always knew you were messed up you geek!" Dash shouted.

"So Dash, how's Fufu doing?" Danny replied smiling. Dash's eyes went huge. Soon he recovered his senses.

"I don't know what the heck you're talking about Fenturd." Dash stuttered turning back to his posse.

"Sure you don't Dash, sure you don't…"

Well that's it for tonight, please review!