Two one-shots from a deleted story I wrote years back. I stuck both of these together to make room for the Table of Contents.

Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom or Hershey's Chocolate.

Assumptions

Suddenly, a truck pulled into the street and purposely swerved into a puddle near the sidewalk where both Sam and Danny were standing, splashing Sam in her face and hair. The guys in the truck cat-called as they drove by, earning a fierce glare form Danny and well-deserved gesture. The guy in the passenger seat stuck his head out the window and yelled, "Don't worry dude! Not gonna steal your girlfriend away!" and then howled with laughter along with the other guys in the truck. With that, the vehicle turned a corner and peeled away.

Danny, without turning around, knew full well what kind of vile and deadly expression Sam had on her face. She probably had already memorized the truck's license plate and was going to track it down and fuse a bomb to its engine in the middle of the night.

"Why is it that everyone automatically assumes that a girl and a guy hanging out alone is a pre-packaged couple?" Sam angrily spat out, wiping her face with her arm.

"Hmm, well you know," Danny turned around to face her. "They say that a guy and a girl can't be 'just friends' and not have feeling for each other unless one of them already has a girlfriend or boyfriend, is homosexual, or is very, very unattractive." Danny grinned. Hopefully she'll take that as a joke. Somehow her boots looked extra-sharp with water glistening on it. But she kind of looked really hot with wet hair…

Sam just stared at Danny with lowered eye-lids, and smirked. She slowly walked over to Danny, and draped an arm over his shoulders. "Well Danny," she purred as she leaned in, "We have been best friends for many, many years." She paused, looked into his sky-blue eyes, and seductively licked her lips.

Danny was sure had had just been struck by lightning. What's going on? Did I…is she…going to…kiss me? A hopeful bubble started growing in his chest. He could see the tiny rivulets of water running down her smooth skin. The sight gave him goosebumps.

Sam leaned in closer. The bubble in Danny's chest started swelling, and he could feel his heart pounding in his head.

Sam's lips parted and she tilted her head, leaned closer to his ear and whispered, "So, I guess that makes you all three."

The bubble burst.

Sam stepped back, laughing. She jumped into a nearby puddle, splashing them both. She then stuck out her tongue at him, and ran off.

"You tease!" shouted Danny, bringing his arms to shield himself from the water, and then quickly ran after her, "I am so going to get you back!"

Chocoholic

Danny watched as Sam ate 1, 2, 3, 4 Hershey's Kisses in a row, crumpling the wrappers into a ball and putting them in a neat row on her nightstand. It was a lazy rainy morning, and both were lying on Sam's bed, still in their PJ's. Sam was immersed in a horror story, while Danny was just staring out the window. And sometimes at Sam. Okay, most of the time at Sam.

"Wow, didn't know you were a chocoholic," he remarked, "I thought all girls stayed away from sweets like the plague. Some health regulation…"

Sam looked up from her book and glared at him, "Oh yea? I like to see you come between me and my Hersheys'!"

Danny laughed, "I'm just glad you're not wearing that amulet of Aragon." His voice deepened, imitating the dragon-ghost, "Must have chocolate! Need more calories! Roar!"

Sam threw a pillow at him, "Oh shut up! I should have smoked you when I had the chance!"

"Yeah, who knew that you really did throw fire like a girl?" Danny smirked and earned another direct connection with a pillow. "Ahhh! This mean war!"

He lunged at Sam with another pillow, and soon feathers were flying everywhere. It was a classic pillow-fight scene: two teens in their PJ's standing precariously on a bed, laughter and feathers twirling around—it was a picture-perfect snow-globe.

Danny soon gained the upper-hand and managed to trip Sam. She fell onto the bed with a surprised cry, sending up an explosion of feathers. Danny landed on top of her, caging her in with his legs and arms. Both were breathless. The violent storm of feathers relented from their dance and gently floated around the two friends like fairies, landing in their hair and clothes.

Danny gazed at the girl trapped below him. Sam was breathing fast and her cheeks were flushed, giving them an endearing pink glow. He had to wrestle off the sudden urge to kiss her.

Sam's heart was beating fast, both from the pillow fight, and from the anticipation of her and Danny's current position. He was looking down at her with a tender but hungry look in his eyes, and her heart couldn't help but swell at how goofy and cute he looked with tiny white feathers in his raven hair.

Danny smiled. "I guess that finally burned off those calories you gained from all that chocolate. You're now safe to binge some more." He finished with a playful wink.

Sam huffed and put her hands up to his chest. "And you, Mr. South Beach Diet, look like you just got in a fight with a chicken, and lost." She gave a violent push and Danny tumbled off her, grinning.