Hey, everyone. I'm back, and with some new stories! This will be my one-shot collection of Danny Phantom ideas that I seem to cough up and write down. Some are long, so are only a few sentences, some are tragedy, some are funny (Which most will be) and pretty much all of them are romantic. There might be other pairings other than Danny and Sam, but pretty much all of them will be them. 3

This will rate up to K+ - rated M, because I'll be experimenting. I'll tell you which ones are rated what. If it's M, I'll tell you what to expect if you don't want to read ... certain things. Anyway, Enjoy!

I own nothing but the plots themselves, all the characters belong to their rightful owners, even though I would do anything to own them for myself!

-SLD

1. Blame

T- Paulina and Sam/ Tragedy, Drama

Paulina knew what she said was probably a little too low a blow, crossing too far over the line. She usually knew her limits to what she said to the kids that she taunted and bullied. But when it came to the Manson girl, she lost it. No matter what she said to her, it didn't faze the goth.

They were having a spat in the middle of the halls of Casper High. And she was desperate. Everyone's eyes were turned to face the two juniors. Paulina seething with rage at the fact that Sam was just standing there, taking everything with a clam expression and throwing it back come backs with ease. She was desperate for anything that would faze the girl, to change her expression to anything but calm.

"Don't even try to be dumb, chica. Everyone knows. It's probably you're fault that your loser boyfriend is dead." She had said with a cocky grin. She had done it. The calm expression had changed.

But to shock. To guilt. Sadness. Pure depression. Without a word, Sam had turned and walking calmly, but stiffly out the door.

Everyone had laughed with Paulina at first, knowing their fate if they didn't. Paulina was queen of the school. And she had won against the gothic independent freak.

She figured the girl would bounce back like she always did when Paulina insulted her. But that wasn't the case this time.

Because the next day, everyone wouldn't look at her. If they did, it was with pure disgust. Even the A-list wouldn't talk to her, but they were forced to deal with her presence at the lunch table. Because Sam Manson's body had been found the night before. The girl had bled to death, cuts found on her wrists and arms. Self inflicted. Not even her last remaining best friend had known she'd been cutting herself.

Sam Manson had killed herself. She had been in a fragile state before the final blow had been given. And Paulina had been the one to deliver it.

She sat alone on a park bench, around eight o'clock. She was supposed to be at a party, but it had been cancelled. The girl that had been throwing it had actually liked Sam, finding the goth interesting.

Then the temperature dropped even lower than before. Her breath not only becoming visible, but freezing into little shards of snow and ice. A shadow fell over her shoulder. She looked back to see her ghost boy. The one she still chased after relentlessly.

Only now, she didn't feel excited. She was terrified. His eyes were the alluring, glowing green anymore. They were tinged with red, not to mention blood shot, like he had been crying. He looked angry. Pissed. Murderous. And he was looking at her.

"So," his voice was calm, but that terrified her even more. "I'm dead because of her? Ha!" she was too scared to even process what he was really saying. Danny Fenton died, Paulina had accused Sam of being the cause, and her was Phantom, asking Paulina if what she had said was true. About him.

She was too scared to realize that he had pretty much given up his identity.

"Now I can blame you for her death. And no one can blame me for evening the score." He said, his eyes turning fully red. And his hand now engulfed in a red tinted green flame.

That was the last thing she saw, before the pain finally ended.