Misunderstood
Tucker Foley pulled up in the Fenton's driveway. For once, the Fenton RV wasn't there to barricade it. Turning off the engine, he pulled his keys out of the ignition and opened the door. Feeling his pocket, Tucker sighed in relief as he felt his PDA.The techno-geek walked up the walkway. Whipping out his PDA, Tucker started checking what he and his best friends had planned for the evening. He reached the door, still looking at his PDA. Raising his hand to knock, he suddenly froze.
Tucker pressed his ear to the door and his expression went from confused to shocked at what he heard. For what he heard was his two best friends in the whole world panting and making some very…odd noises.
From the other side of the door, he heard Danny panting, "Come on Sam, one more time!"
"No!" was the response. "I'm tired!"
"Oh come on! You know as well as I do you're more physically fit than me." Sam was also panting, just less heavy than her companion.
"Pretty please?" Tucker's jaw dropped. 'Danny's pressuring Sam into doing it with him!' he thought.
Sam sighed. "Fine." 'And she's giving in!'
"Sam, NO!" Tucker yelled, barging through the door. Sam and Danny looked up surprised. Tucker returned the favor. There sat his friends on the couch, completely clothed, still slightly panting. In front of them was a T.V. with their favorite dancing video game on the screen and the two mats laid out.
Tucker looked from Sam and Danny, to the mats, to the TV, and back. His mouth opened and closed unconsciously. "But I heard…and I thought….you were…and then…" he babbled on. Sam and Danny exchanged confused looks then realization washed over them and they blushed.
"TUCKER!" they screamed.