I do not own Danny Phantom.

"Hey, Fenturd." Danny jumped when he heard a smooth female voice whisper that instead of the nasally jock. He swiveled around quickly, in search of the voice, blushing when he got laughing lavender eyes in return.

"He-hey," he said, gripping the back of his chair. Since when was she in this class? And since when did she sit right behind him?

"I heard Lancer's assigning a partner project today," She said, leaning back in her seat, picking at her black fingernails. "How much you want to bet you get stuck with Shewolf?"

Danny snorted in laughter. "Yeah, probably, it would be my luck." He watched as her eyes sparkled up at him, making his ears turn pink. Really? He had just met her and she was already having such an affect on him!

"Thinking hard, or hardly thinking?" she said, leaning forwards again, her face close to his. Her breath was minty.

"Har-har." He said, sticking his tongue out and turning around as the bell rang, regaining his composure.

"As you very well may know, we are beginning a project today," Danny turned and smiled at Sam, who just looked smug. "And for this project I will be assigning each one of you a partner, now this person is going to be someone I feel that you don't necessarily already have a relationship with." Lancer explained. Danny's heart lightened a bit, he knew practically everyone besides the Manson girl, who still hadn't introduced herself, he realized, so that meant that he had a good chance of getting paired with her.

"Now listen up for your names, and when I'm done calling everyone you can move next to your partner and I'll tell you about your project." Everyone sat on the edge of their seat, hoping to not get paired with the snot-nosed band geek, or the goth Manson girl, except for Danny, who was praying to get paired with her.

There were some quiet grumbles every once and a while when someone didn't like their partner, and Danny was feeling anxious. His name hadn't been called yet and the chances were getting sketchy.

"... Miss Manson and Mister Fenton..." Mr. Lancer's voice droned out. Danny smiled wide and let out the breath he was holding in.

"You got lucky, Fenton." He heard Sam mutter as Lancer finished calling out the last of the names.

"Alright, class, move to sit with your partners and get out a sheet of paper and a writing utensil so I can tell you what you'll be doing."

Danny was on cloud nine. Whoever was watching over them finally decided that all of Danny's good deeds had earned him some good karma. He wrote what Lancer was telling them, but didn't really comprehend it, all he was thinking about was getting the chance to get to know Samantha Manson, the most beautiful and most reserved girl in school. When the bell rang, signaling that it was time to leave the rat's nest the government called school he felt a finger tap his shoulder he looked to his left, seeing no one he looked to his right quickly, only to be met with a smiling goth, she laughed and turned.

"See you later, Fenterino." She said, giggling as she left the classroom.

Danny blushed and gathered his things quickly, so he could catch up with her, but when he got to the hall way, there was no hope, it was flooded with students, and she was so small, there was no way he could find her. He frowned and went to his locker, opening it and shoving the things he wouldn't need into it.

"Are you stalking me?" he heard next to him.

How was this possible?!

He turned his head quickly and looked down at the girl he couldn't stop thinking about.

"No, Miss Manson, I believe you're stalking me." He said back earning a small smile from the lavender lips of Sam.

"You caught me." She said, struggling with her locker combination.

"Need help?" he asked shutting his locker and leaning against it. She glared at him quickly before turning back to the locked locker.

"No, I'm fully capable." She said, turning the dial faster, looking down at the paper with the combination, as if it would open it for her. Danny smirked.

"Okay, then, Manson. I'll see you later. Good luck with that." He turned slowly, walking away and counting down in his head.

Three, two...

"Wait!" Danny's smirk grew into a grin; he suppressed it and turned to look at the girl once more.

"Yes?" she glared at him.

"Please." She said angrily.

"Please, what?" Danny asked, leaning in.

She glared at him harder; he could almost feel her eyes boring holes in his head. Danny held his ground and watched as she rolled her eyes and turned around.

"Forget it." She said, trying to open her locker once more. Danny smiled softly and went up to her taking the paper and putting his hand over hers on the lock.

She blushed and pulled away from him, quickly regaining her attitude and leaning against the locker next to him when she felt the flush fade.

"I was just joking around," he said looking at her as he tugged the locker open. She smiled a little and pushed herself off the cold metal, opening her bag and putting the contents in.

"I know, I need to work on not taking things so seriously." She said, shutting her locker and taking the paper with the combination solemnly when he offered it back to her. "Thank you." She shoved it in the pocket of her coat.

"No problem." He said, looking at her. He could listen to her voice all day. "Do you want to go get a coffee or something?" he asked, shoving his thumb over his shoulder. Her eyes sparkled again, making him blush softly.

"I would love to, but I can't, I have to go to work." She said, beginning to walk. Danny walked with her.

"I could bring you one." He offered. Sam looked at him for a moment before smiling.

"I think you got some extra sweet put in you when we were being made." She said, looking at him critically. "That would be amazing, though, thank you."

"Of course." He said.

A comfortable silence fell over them as they walked through the main doors of the school.

"We're do you work?" he asked, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"The antique bookstore. I went there every day, and when I turned sixteen they offered me a job." She said, buttoning up her coat against the wind and looking up at him.

"That's cool, I work right next to there, bringing you a coffee will be super easy." He said, smiling.

"Oh?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Where do you work?"

"The coffee shop," Danny laughed. "I'm a barista. Baristo, whatever you want to call it." Sam giggled.

They quieted again as another comfortable silence fell over them.

"You know," Danny mused, "you never introduced yourself." He looked down at her, she continued looking forward.

"You know my name, don't you?" she asked. Danny blushed.

"Yes."

"Then what's the point?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Danny shrugged, "Tradition's sake, I guess." She made a small noise in the back of her throat and nodded slowly. Danny could almost see the gears in her head turning, trying to come up with a response.

"I'm not typically one for tradition, but what the heck." She said, stopping and turning to face him. "I'm Sam." Danny smiled cheekily and put his hand in hers, shaking once.

"Nice to finally meet you, Sam. I'm Danny." He said, pulling his hand away slowly, enjoying the feeling of her smooth skin against his callused palm. She threw her head back and laughed as they walked once more.

"How did you get so sweet, Fenton?" Sam asked, jokingly, shoving him gently. He shrugged and smiled down at her, enjoying the sound of her laughter. It was really too bad they had just met; he would really like to take her to dinner.

He felt like he wanted to know everything about her.

As that thought passed through his brain he realized that he had never thought that about anyone before. And at the same time he knew just how true it was. He wanted to know what made her tick, he wanted to know her flaws and her strengths, wanted to know what made her laugh and what made her cry, what made her mad and what made her swoon.

And he wanted to be the one that made her feel all those things.

He couldn't tell her that of course.

Not yet.