A/N: I'm new to Danny Phantom writing (well, writing in general), so I don't know if this is a cliché or not. If it is, sorry! This is an idea I've had in my head for a while. It's based on a part from the book ttyl (which I didn't write, but do own) And, to cover anything else legal, I don't own the song "Summer Nights". The people who created Grease own that.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own DP or any other Butch Hartman creations. Happy?
"Absolutely not," Sam Manson folded her arms in front of her chest and turned her back to her two friends, Tucker Foley and Danny Fenton.
"Come on, Sam!" Tucker glared at the girl, "We never get invited to anything, and the one time Paulina's decides to put us on the guest list for her end of summer party, you begin acting like a frigid bitch!"
Sam whipped around to face Tucker again, "I am not a frigid bitch! I just don't want to have to spend my already lame summer being ignored at a party where everyone hates us!"
Tucker pointed an accusing finger at Sam, "Maybe you're the reason no one likes us, always being all mad at everything!"
"Or maybe it's because you won't shut up for three seconds to let anyone else talk! In case no one ever informed you, you need TWO people to actually be having a conversation! Otherwise, it's just called ranting!"
"Hey, I talk a lot because my life is interesting! All you ever do is mope around because you're 'Goth' No wonder you only have two friends!"
"You also have only two friends, dumbass!"
"Well, you're still a frigid bitch!"
"For the last time, I AM NOT—,"
"Guys, GUYS!" Danny stepped in between the two. He was always the one stopping the arguments. "Okay, Sam, can't we just go to this party, and maybe have a good time?"
Sam rolled her eyes, but considered obliging. The idea of going to the party seemed much more fun coming from someone who wasn't yelling, and wasn't Tucker. "If I agree to going, and I'm not saying I will, what would be in it for me?"
"Well," Danny thought, "How about if you go to the party with us, I'll pay for your ticket to the Morbid Anti-Social Youth concert?"
"Danny, I don't need your charity. I'm rich, remember?" Sam didn't like to brag about her family's wealth, but she needed an excuse to turn down his offer.
"Right. How about if I get Tucker to stop bugging you about not eating meat for a whole month?"
"Hey," Tucker butted in, "It's not my fault that she's a freaking hippy!
"Not a hippy!" Sam snapped at him. Sometimes, she wondered why they were even friends.
"Guys!" Danny did not want another argument to arise. "So, how about it, Sam?"
Sam really didn't want to go to the party, but Tucker was always bothering her about her eating habits. She sighed. "Fine, fine. I'll go to the stupid party. But you better stick to your part of the deal, or it'll be the last deal you'll ever make."
Danny sighed, relieved that the arguing was over. Or, so he thought.
"Sam, try not to look so ugly when we go to the party, okay?" Tucker smirked.
Sam sent a smoldering glace Tucker's way, "What did you say to me?" The two began yelling at each other once again. Danny sighed, getting ready to become the peacemaker for the bazillionth time.
Well, that's the end of the first chapter! I hope it wasn't too mediocre! I'll update soon.