This is my third Fanfiction. Please review.
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom, The nightmare before Christmas, or, an idea. Enjoy.
A/N: I have no idea what happened with the title. I was trying to make a joke of the song "Twist" (Come on baby! Let's do the twist!)
"The Christmas Gift" or "Do the Oogie
Boogie"
Chapter 1
"Confusion"
Danny walked out of his room. Under his arm was a rolled up sweater he had just found folded on his bed. It was red with a green ghost on the chest. He went down the stairs and jumped off the bottom step, somewhat excitingly. It was Christmas vacation and not long until the day.
"Mom?" He called, continuing into the kitchen.
"Mom's at the store." Said his older sister, Jazz, from the stove. She wore a larger version of his sweater. "I'm making hot chocolate. Want some?"
"Maybe later." Defeated, Danny put it on and went into the living room.
There was Jack Fenton, his father, putting candy canes on the tree with his back facing the boy. Danny sighed; he wore a much larger but still identical sweater.
"Dad?"
His father spun to look at him, half of a candy cane sticking out of his mouth like a cigarette.
"Dad." He repeated in a more accusing tone. "You're on a diet."
"Who in deir right mime makes-s deir husband go on a diet before Chis-stmas-s?" wondered Jack, mumbling over the candy. Danny crossed his arms. "Okay, okay," he said, taking it out of his mouth and dropping it into the garbage. "I'll go into the kitchen."
Danny took over putting them on the tree as his father left the room.
There was a knock at the door.
"Door's open." He told whoever was outside.
Sam and Tucker, Danny's best friends, entered. Sam was wearing, instead of her normal attire, a plum winter jacket, black sweatpants, and black gloves. Her combat boots, for once, didn't look out of place with her outfit. Tucker's winter wear looked almost exactly like his normal one, except it was warmer.
"You just don't lock the door anymore?" Sam asked.
"Who's going to steal near Christmas?" Danny asked back.
"A lot of people. Crime is high this time of year."
"Another warming thought from the Goth." Said Tucker sarcastically. "We brought our gifts." He held his up and Sam held hers.
Sam took Tucker's, walked up to Danny and gave him the boxes so he could put them under the tree.
"The ghosts taking a holiday?" asked Tucker.
"I guess. I'm still nervous all these boxes are going to attract You-know-who."
Sam giggled.
"Guys?" Tucker's friends looked at him. "Look up." They did.
Above them, and you knew this was coming, hung a plastic mistletoe.
"Jazz." Danny muttered, partly angry, partly happy. He blushed, looking at Sam.
Sam's heart leapt into her throat. She blinked, looking like a deer in the headlights; or like a rabbit being followed by a wolf. Her heart beating twelve fold, she stuttered a lie, "I've got to go help my parents decorate. See you guys later!" and ran out the still-open door.
Danny's face fell in confusion, sadness, and embarrassment.
Tucker was at a loss for any thing to say to comfort him. "See you later, dude, and Merry Christmas." He left, closing the door.
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Sam finally stopped running five blocks from Danny's house, panting. As she bent over she noticed her feet had disappeared under the snow.
Why'd I do that? She thought, I could've just kissed him, said Merry Christmas, and walked home. She began breathing normally and started to walk in the direction of her house. No. I had to freak out and run. Why? It's not like we haven't kissed before.
Maybe this is getting weird; too uncomfortable. I need to tell Danny how I feel.
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Danny walked down the stairs to the basement. He wanted to think a little, and he figured he'd be better off there than his room. He sat on the floor, his knees bent and feet on the ground. The ghost boy reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a small box. The box was wrapped in a royal purple and black striped wrapping paper, with an emerald colored bow tied around it. He started to finger it and thought.
Did I do something wrong? I thought she would have kissed me. Maybe I was wrong; maybe she isn't starting to like me. Who wouldn't think it's weird kissing your best friend? But we've kissed before.
But it wasn't real, part of his mind sneered.
She kissed me. Danny's innocent side argued back.
She had to. How else could she get rid of Valerie so quickly?
But it happened twice.
You kissed her the second time. Plus you didn't know who she was at the because of that spell. He was reminded in a brutal way.
Danny sighed, confused. Should I give her this? He looked at the gift in his hand.
This was the moment the Box ghost decided to enter from the ghost zone.
"Beware!"
Danny placed the small present on the ground and rose. Quickly, two rings of light changed Danny Fenton into Danny Phantom, Danny's ghostly/heroic counterpart.
"I'm not in the mood for you. It's near Christmas. Don't you have to be somewhere, with someone? Like," Danny suppressed a shudder, "the lunch lady?"
Box ignored the boy, spying a box on the floor. Before Danny realized what was happening, the Box ghost snatched the box and flew into the ghost zone.
Smoke fuming out of his ears (not literally) Danny followed the creep.
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This fanfic should have longer chapters, but will take longer to type. I haven't gotten to the NBC (Nightmare before Christmas) part yet.
Any suggestions? I need help.