Sam gasped. "Gimme that back, Tucker!"
Tucker held the plushie Phantom just out of her reach. "Not until you admit you love Danny!"
Sam groaned, defeated. "NO."
The plushie was pulled up farther.
"I-I mean..."
Danny walked up at that particular moment, smiling cluelessly. "Uh, Tucker, why on Earth do you have a plushie? ...Of me?" he asked.
And the plushie was dropped.
Scooping up her prize happily, Sam smirked and looked at the two boys. "Heh, Tucker, you might've wanted to swallow your pride for two seconds there..."
"Um, wha-?" Danny looked back and forth from Sam to little plushie Phantom to Tucker, then back to the stuffed doll. He took it in his hands, narrowing his eyes. "I never approved of this!"
With a roll of her soft violet eyes, the Goth put a hand on his shoulder. "And your opinion doesn't matter in the eyes of the people who are selling mini plush Phantoms. He's mine." The toy was taken gently back, Sam stroking its soft, fabric hair.
"What? Sam? You own a doll? Of me?"
The Goth girl glared at her techno-geek friend, the icy cold stare in her eyes telling all.
Tucker was blissfully unaware.
"Ugh. Yes, Clueless."
~The End~
Disclaimer: I do not own "Danny Phantom" or any of its affiliated characters, logos, merchandise, etc. I do, however, own a plushie Phantom.
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Now, I know Sam may seem a bit "OOC", but, I wanted her crush to be in plushie form. *makes mouses press "review"* Review nicely please! And if you're reading this, danifan3000, I deleted my story to revise it.