A/n: Yay! Second try at a fic! Trying not to rush it this time. This is more of a prologue then anything else….Updating once a week, so add to favorites:

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The music was playing. Step, turn, twirl…

"OUCH! Danny, that was my FOOT!"

"Oh…heh, sorry."

The music was put on pause.

Sam rolled her eyes. "Danny, if we're gonna win this, we have to focus!"

Danny sat cross-legged on the floor, arms crossed and brows furrowed.

This was how he has pouted for the past 9 years.

"Dancing isn't my thing, it's TUCKER'S! WHY did he have to go and SPRAIN HIS ANKLE! WHY DID YOU SIGN UP FOR THIS MOTHER F---ING SHOW IN THE FIRST PLACE!"

FLASHBACK---one week ago- I LOVE WRITING FLASHBACKS!

"Are you gonna be in the talent competition?"

"I can't wait to see who's in it!"

"What should I perform?"

Questions like theses overwhelmed the hallways of Casper High. Sam Manson and her two best friends, Danny Fenton and Tucker Foley, were just taking it all in.

"Heyy, Danny…" a girly voice began.

"Oh…hey, Paulina."

"You know…" the whore yes, she is, don't deny it! began as she wrapped herself around Danny's arm, "…and I know that the Ghost Boy loves me. Could you PLEASE ask him to come and dance with me in the talent show?"

Paulina pressed herself up against Danny, her eyelids half open.

A very seductive pose. I think she's trying to rape him. Hey, ghost hunting pays off! Danny is now an official muscular hottie!

"um…yea… I'lltalktohimlaterforyouidon'tknowifhecancomei'mverybusygottagobye"

Danny retreated from the girl and hid behind his friends. He was sure he was about to lose his virginity over that.

"Spaz much? How will you ever ask her out if you can't manage a sentence to her?" Tucker asked with a grin.

"Tucker, I told you already, I DON'T like her anymore!" Danny said with surprising fire in his voice.

"And me even less.
I would LOVE to show her up in the dance contest thing. TUCKER! YOU CAN DANCE, CAN'T YOU?" Sam screamed in his ear.

"Yes, like amazingly."

"Good…"Sam smiled evilly.

----NO MORE FLASHBACK----

"--I don't even see why you would WANT to be in it! You always talk about not fitting in!" Danny finished the screaming with another glare, and then returned to his original pouting face.

She frowned. Sighing, "You're right, Danny…it's only been a WEEK and I'm already caught up! I must be so shallow deep down…" she trailed off.

Danny grabbed her hands, forcing her to look at him. "Sam, you are NOT shallow. Don't ever think you are."

He gave his sternest look, but it was laced with overprotective care.

He hoped she couldn't see that part of it.

She did.

She blushed.

He blushed.

The awkward atmosphere was starting to suffocate them. They were thinking identical thoughts.

I can't cross that line…can't be more then a friend…can't risk it…nope…darn…

Sam pushed play on the boom box again. The drum's rhythms started playing again, and Danny took her hand once more.

I know it's not interesting or funny yet, but this is only the beginning!