A/N: Okay, I was just listening to 'Starstruck' by Lady GaGa, and it gave me this wicked idea...at least, I think so..
Disclaimer: I do not own that song or Danny Phantom.
Inspiration: 'Starstruck' by Lady GaGa.
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"But, Mom! I am not, will not, go!" Sam shouted, clearly against whatever her mother wanted. What else was new?
"Samantha Manson. You will be there. I am not asking you to dance, I am simply just making you go. Strict difference, Samantha!" her mother called back.
Two ladies, one more feminine than the other, fighting. Ah, this world.
"Mom!"
"Samantha!"
With that, Sam burst off to her room with a groan and a shout.
To tell the truth, Mrs. Manson was actually a little scared.
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Ugh! She cannot be serious! Sam thought as she pulled her shirt over her head. The shirt her mother was making her wear. It used to be a bright and peppy pink, but Sam dyed it a deeper black. The pants her mom chose weren't as bad...they were blue jeans. So, Sam simply ripped a few holes and tears into them, and she was set.
It wasn't the outfit she hated, anyway.
It was the fact that she was going to her parents' dance party. Something they were holding! All by their preppy, peppy, bright, over-protective, stupid selves. Must she go on? Sam hated dancing, hated parties, and most of all, hated the fact that her parents were in charge of this!
Ugh!
The only thing she really could do was scream to herself in her own mind.
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And so they arrived. The place it was held at wasn't bad...not too shabby, if Sam said so herself. But, still. She still had a grudge beyond grudges against this thing. She did!
"C'mon, Sammy!" her mother urged.
"Don't ever call me that!" Sam said, already in a bad mood as it was.
"What? Did you say something?" her mom replied smartly, not wanting to hear it.
"Yes, yes I did..."
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Oh, the dancing started. Once all the guests were greeted, and family members hugged-or at least, tried to-Sam, she sat in the very corner, her black iPod plugged in her ears. She blasted some of her own music, not caring what type of old-school crud they were playing.
She splayed her hand over her face, trying to cover herself. Sam could only see through her fingers, not that she even wanted to.
But someone caught her eye.
Someone definitely caught her eye.
What in the-
She slapped her hand off her face, and pushed her head further forward to the beat of the song.
Was that? The figure continued popping more 'psychedelic' dance moves. 'Breaking it down' in more modern terms.
No...
Wait.
Yes.
In bright neon green pants, and a matching shirt with a disco ball on it, she caught the gaze of her blushing friend.
"Danny?"
Danny made his finger bend twice, in a -come-here- way. Not reluctantly, Sam went over and danced in the middle of the floor.
With Danny.
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A/N: Haha..Sorry, this was just meant to mean, simply: Sam, hating every minute of this, sees Danny out on the dance floor popping some dance moves. And while he beckons her over, she falls for him, and isn't afraid to make a fool of herself in front of everyone with Danny.
Just meant to be a cute little funny fic.
Thanks for reading!
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XD
-Regan.
Of Phantom x Phan.
=)