I'm twenty-two years old, much too old to be writing cartoon fanfic... that said, I have recently rediscovered my addiction to Danny Phantom. Please enjoy, because I do not own it.
Left Unsaid
Chocolate
Sam can't put into words what she feels for Danny. 'Crush' is way too innocent a word, and 'love' is way too grown up—they're only fourteen, after all. When Sam thinks of Danny, she thinks of their relationship in terms of concrete. It's stark, down to the bare bones, and it's solid. And if it hurts when she hits up against it, at least she knows it's there.
Vanilla
Tucker is emphatically not a deep thinker. He takes great pains to be so, the lighthearted member of their trio: Sam is the self-proclaimed Queen of Darkness and Danny has an angsty vein that once tapped is wider than he is tall. Tucker, therefore, takes it upon himself to be comic relief, the anti-responsibility to Sam's conscientious environmentalist and the anti-guilt to Danny's hero complex. He goes to extremes to help his best friends find the middle ground.
Swirl
Danny never talks about it, because most of the time he never thinks about it; he's a survivor, he's resilient, and outside of his nightmares it's just not a problem. Jazz natters on about repression and post-traumatic stress disorder, and Danny insists it's nothing. He flinches almost imperceptibly when she uses the word 'torture'. Torture would mean that he was a victim, that he was powerless, and that's one thing he refuses to be any more. So when he thinks about what Vlad and some of the other ghosts have done to him, he justifies it in the name of war and retaliation. Because if there was no torture, there are no nightmares. And if there are no nightmares, he's not weak.