I don't own Danny Phantom. If I did, Sam and Danny would be living happily ever after in a pink castle.
This is also the first part of the story. I'm writing a sequel. Also, I just whipped this story out in a couple of hours. I still have to add and proofread. That is all.
High school was over. Graduation had passed. Summer had sprung, and Sam was lazing about in the town park, near the pond. She listened to ducks quaking merrily and birds chirping happily. Lying on her small, dark blue plaid blanket, she felt at peace.
'If only Danny was here to share this beautiful day with me…' She thought to herself. She had given up trying to deny her feelings. She had liked, since like, forever. Every time she saw him, the feelings threatened to overflow. Cuddling into her soft blanket on the green grass, she got lost in her thoughts of him, and began to doze.
Samantha woke up gently, only to find herself tangled in her blanket under the stars.
"How long have I been here!" She wondered aloud to herself. Good thing her parents didn't really care about her. They were probably at some party.
'In fact,' Samantha thought. 'They went to Virginia for some rich people's party tonight.' She sighed in relief, folding up her favorite blanket. She began her way towards the small paved path.
"Stop there, woman!" Sam whipped around, trying to take in the large figure in the dark. She gasped when she saw who it was: Dash, an enemy from high school. She scoffed, and kept on walking. Before she had even taken a couple steps, she felt a strong hand on her shoulder.
"What the –" She found herself being forced around. Sam looked up, and stared into Dash's…glowing green eyes? "What the hell?" She muttered aloud, twisting herself in Dash's grasp.
"Stop struggling! I can read this boy's mind…he wants you!" Sam stopped completely, mouth agape.
"Wants…me? Who the hell are you?" Dash smiled, but Sam realized it wasn't really Dash.
"He wants to make you hissss." The figure hissed at her, beginning to laugh. "I can read his thoughts." Without warning, the 'Dash' grabbed Sam around the waist, and forced her back down. Her blanket went flying in the breeze. She reached for it wildly as the ghost reached down to lift up her shirt. Sam felt goosebumps go down her body.
"Stop it. What are you doing?" She tried to move, but the ghost in Dash's body had a strong hand still around her waist. Sam realized what was going to happen.
"Please, no! I'm still a –" She was silenced by a strong hand connecting with her jaw. She felt blood being to pool inside her lip. Tears began to fall from her violet eyes. This made the man laugh. She kept struggling as the figure pulled down her skirt roughly. When she saw him unzip his pants and reveal his excited manhood, she closed her eyes and blocked her mind from what happened next.