My mom gave me the idea for this. I got her to watch Danny Phantom once or twice and she insisted Danny doesn't deserve Sam's affection. So, I based this story on Groundhog's Day, which is a movie about a guy living the same day over and over again until he becomes a better person.
Just to let you know, I don't think Danny is a jerk. My mom does.
The observers had brought the matter to Clockwork's attention.
"At this rate, the girl will never keep him from straying to evil." The first observer said. His partner continued for him. "Their relationship will not last. The boy is too fool hardy and immature." The first one carried on. "You must help the boy learn and, in a way, earn the girls affection." "Anonymously." The other stated. They
Clockwork gave them a calm grin. "I can do that." He said.
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"Hey there! This is WGST, and good morning Amity Park! Happy Groundhog's Day! It's going to be a cold one out there, so dress warm! And there are predictions for a huge winter snowstorm. Now let's have a musical interlude with, Mr. Brightside, by The Killers!"
Danny rolled over and slammed a hand down on the alarm clock. He groaned and rolled over, trying to go back to sleep.
Jazz knocked on the door. "Danny! Time to get up! Sam and Tucker will be here in a few minutes. You don't want to meet them half dressed." Danny groaned and rolled out of bed. Jazz pounded harder on the door. "Danny, get up! Mom made bacon, and this time it's not green!"
This got Danny up. He ran over to his dresser and pulled on his normal outfit. While he was brushing his teeth, he looked out the window. Two kids his own age were walking to school hand in hand. A woman was walking in the opposite direction, waling her dog. As he watched the dog barked at a squirrel, which in turn scampered up a tree and knocked snow down on the yappy dogs head. Danny laughed and ran down stairs.
As he entered the kitchen, he heard his father say, "Danny, watch out!"
Danny said, "What?" and turned towards his father's voice.
He was met with a face full of ectoplasm.
Jazz snorted, and tried to cover it up with a round of coughing. Danny's mother sighed and apologized; "I'm sorry, sweetie. You're father was just testing the new Fenton Bazooka."
Danny wiped a hand across his eyes and grumbled, heading to his seat. It was then that Tucker came in.
"I smell bacon, and I want it." He stated. Mrs. Fenton laughed and handed him a plate of bacon.
Sam walked in, rolling her eyes. "Tucker, it is beyond me to understand what you find appetizing about slices of pig carcass." Jazz turned slightly green and pushed her plate away. Sam sat down between her friends and said, "Hi, Danny. Now, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?"
Danny's hair was dripping ectoplasm and he was glaring bloody murder at the plate in front of him. He bumped her with his shoulder and grumbled, "Shut up."
Sam laughed and stood up. "Come on. We'd better get to school so we won't miss Lancer's big test."
Danny grabbed his backpack on the way out and took a step outside. He slid on the ice on the first step and tumbled down the step to fall on his butt. He groaned.
Sam leaned over him. "Today really isn't your day, is it?"
Danny growled and held out a hand. "Help me up." Sam obliged and they stood there holding hands for a second. Tucker cleared his throat and they broke away, blushing. "Guys, please warn me before you start your blushy moments. It's really awkward to walk in on."
They both blushed more and said "Shut up, Tucker."
They walked to school in silence. First period was Lancer's class. Danny was so incredibly unprepared. He walked out of the class, aware of the inevitable D. Sam smiled at him encouragingly as they passed in the halls, and he felt a little better.
He spent History class staring at Paulina, who was doing her make up, and science cleaning up the multiple broken test tubes scattered across the lab.
Math, he just doodled. Little groundhogs, Tucker, Sam, the Box Ghost, Sam, Paulina, Valerie, Sam. He flipped through his Math notebook. He had drawn a lot of sketches of Sam. Sam laughing, Sam scowling, Sam smug, Sam sad and Sam angry. He could draw her face with his eyes closed. But he settled on his picture of Paulina and sketched he face again, looking adoringly up at him.
As he walked into the cafeteria, he saw Sam and Tucker having a heated argument at their table. After getting his sloppy joe, he headed over and sassed, "What's up? Another Carnivore vs. Herbivore debate?"
Tucker turned to him, looking angry and disappointed. "Danny, tell Sam she should have told Dash no."
Danny was suspicious. "No about what?"
Sam cut in. "Dash asked me out on a date for this Friday."
Danny laughed. "Are you joking? Dash asked you?"
Sam's glare could have melted glass. "Oh, so it's plausible for Paulina to ask you out, but it's not for Dash to as me? You guys can't control me. And for your information, he was very polite about it, unlike some people I could mention." She stormed away from the table. Her fists were clenched and her teeth were gnashing.
Tucker raised an eyebrow. "Danny, you are the expert at pissing off Sam, I must say."
Danny hit his head on the table repeatedly.
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After school, Danny walked home and did his homework pretty easily. He had a run in with Skulker after school, but it was nothing he couldn't handle.
He lay on his bed; thinking about what Sam had said and done. He yawned and rolled over. I'll apologize to her in the morning.
Next morning:
"Hey there! This is WGST, and good morning Amity Park! Happy Groundhog's Day! It's going to be a cold one out there, so dress warm! And there are predictions for a huge winter snowstorm. Now let's have a musical interlude with, Mr. Brightside, by The Killers!"
Danny rolled over and stared questioningly at his clock. "What?"
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