I do not own Danny Phantom sadly but oh well I'll live.
I am so big up on the whole Danny phantom thing it isn't even funny.
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It had been a long day and all that Danny wanted to do was go home and try to do at least some of his homework and then sleep. Somehow he knew that wasn't going to happen, though. Lately he had had a fight with a ghost at least 2 times every day and so far the count for today was 1, which, had unfortunately been the box ghost, the most pathetic of them all.
When Danny arrived at home he found himself looking at a pile of wood instead of a house. "What happened this time?" he asked his mom. "Your dad blew up the house, AGAIN." She replied. "Danny, sweetheart, I'm sorry but your going to have to find a place to stay until the house has been repaired."
Danny knew what that meant. He only had one friend with enough room to allow him to stay with them for a long period of time and he wasn't so sure that he could stay with her and not have the urge to make out with her. He was after all a 17 year-old boy with hormones and everything else that went along with being a teenager. He knew, though, that this was an inevitable thing and that he would need all his strength for the coming weeks because he would be staying with on e of the most beautiful girls he had ever been friends with and he would need lots of self control for the coming weeks that he would spend at Manson's home.