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Disclaimer: How many years has it been? Four? Four years and I still don't own Danny Phantom. I guess I'm gonna have to get my convincing stick to those Butch Hartman meetings from now on. *Pulls out a baseball bat and grins evilly*

Chapter Two
Trapped In School

This cannot be happening.

I turned to Danny, who lost some of the gape and was tilting his head thoughtfully. "Huh." He finally said. "That's a lot of snow."

I rolled my eyes and couldn't help mock-slapping him on his arm. "No shit, Sherlock," I said with a hint of mockery in my tone. "Now can you please just phase us out of here so I can at least pretend I tried really hard to catch my lesson?"

"Okay, okay," he said with a hint of a smile on his face. "Come on."

He held out his hand for me and I took it. Under normal circumstances, I would've been lightly blushing and avoiding meeting his eyes, but right now I was pissed, impatient, and grumpy, so the light touch, while still sending some shivers down my spine, did nothing to lift my mood. Danny turned us intangible and we started walking towards the door.

Only to run smack into it and stumble backwards.

"Ow," I grumbled, rubbing my poor nose, which suffered most of the damage from the blow.

Danny tried turning intangible and phasing through the door again, only to smack into it again. Rubbing his nose too, he peered through the doors and mumbled out a "What the hell?"

I stepped closer to him and took a look, and for the first time, noticed a transparent green tint surrounding the building. Once I realized what it was, I banged my head against the glass. "Shit."

"The Ghost Shield," Danny sighed, shaking his head. "I forgot the school installs this to keep the building safe." He scoffed. "As if ghosts want to spend their afterlife in an educational institute."

Walking away from the door, I pulled out my phone and dialed the first person I could think of: my mom. She picked up on the third ring - not too early so that she seemed eager, and not too late so that she seemed careless with her incoming calls, as she'd once told me - and greeted me with a shrill, "Where are you? Your piano instructor has been here for half an hour now and you aren't here yet!"

"Mom," I tried sounding calm, "look, we have a problem. We're trapped in the school because of the storm; the snow is piled too high and we can't open the doors."
She didn't even miss a beat. "Well, then find a janitor, a teacher, a shovel, anything, and get over here."

I rolled my eyes. "First of all, I'm fine, by the way, thanks for asking," I could hear her huff on the other end, "and second, there is no one here. Me and Danny are the only ones in the entire building."

Oops. I should not have mentioned Danny.

"You're trapped there with that Fenton boy?" I didn't think she could sound angrier, but in that moment, she did. "This is exactly what me and your father need! You being careless about your lessons and hanging around that idiot delinquent!"

I gritted my teeth. "Danny is not a delinquent, mother," I took pauses in between, not for emphasis, but to calm myself down. "And it is not my fault about the lesson!"

"The nerve of this weather," she ignored me, going on with her rant. She's blaming the weather? Really, mom? "I'm going to have to get my lawyer on the phone, someone's getting sued-"

"Mom-" I wanted to protest, but then I was met with a click and a long beep.

I brought the phone in front of me, an incredulous look on my face. "Thank you for nothing," I started, "you useless dinosaur!"

"Your mom is just creepy," I turned to find Danny giving me an amused look, his own phone held to his ear. I just shook my head at him in reply, sighing in exasperation. My mother, ladies and gentlemen.
"Yeah, hello?" he said into the phone while the person on the other end must've picked up. "My name is Danny Fenton, and I think I'm stuck in the school." Glancing at me, he said, "Um, I'm fifteen, and no, I'm not alone, I'm with my friend, Samantha Manson."

I folded my arms across my chest and tried to pick up what the person on the other end was saying, but all I heard was static. "Okay." He brought the phone away from his ear and told me, "They're contacting the police. Looks like we're going to have to spend the night here."

I crunched my face and looked up, then brought my hands to my face. "Hell."

"Hello?" Danny suddenly piped up. He started explaining our situation, and when he was done, his face crunched up in horror. "But you're the police!" He yelled. "You have to come get us out of here!"

I couldn't resist, so I walked closer to him and brought my ear closer to the phone. I managed to catch what the low voice on the other end was saying, and it sounded something like, "-all the roads are blocked, and the power is out in half the city. All my men are out on duty securing the area, and we can barely get around."
"So you're just going to leave us here?" I couldn't help but screech, panic-risen.

"Miss, as I said, the roads are blocked by mounds of snow, and this looks like the biggest storm Amity Park has ever seen in years," the officer on the other end explained, a patient note in his tone, as if he was explaining the basic rules of math to a first grader. "Even if we could scale out to Casper High, in these roads and weather conditions, it might take us hours."

"Alright, so you'll be here in what, five, six hours?" I asked hopefully.

"No, miss," he said, "about five, six days."

After Danny hung up - while simultaneously having to hold me back before I crushed his phone - I yelled, "You have got to be kidding me!"

"Five days?" Danny grumbled, pacing. "What about ghost patrols? What about school?" His face, which had been scrunched up in a scowl, slowly turned into a grin as he turned to face me. "Does this mean there's no chemistry test tomorrow?"

"Danny!" I chastised. "Would you forget about that stupid test already? I had things to do! Things that would take me days to make up for if I missed them!"

"What about me?" he said. "What's going to happen to the town now that I can't save it from ghosts?"

He had a point, and I felt a little selfish, but still, I was going to be waist-full in shit if we stay here that long. I was about to tell him that when I heard a light snicker coming from Danny's backpack. "Oh," Skulker chuckled, "you are both so screwed."

"Shut up!" Danny and I yelled in unison.

Danny and I just stood in silence after that, huffing and puffing and trying to figure out what we should do next. "Now what?" Danny asked quietly, his hands on his hips.

I sighed. "Now we find a place to crash."

That place consisted of the library, in case you were wondering. Our school's library had a large assortment of cushions, beanbag chairs, and there was a couch inconspicuously pushed to the corner. Danny and I did some renovations to the place, pushing the bookshelves around so that they didn't get in the way, while arranging the cushions all over the floor. The linoleum squeaked beneath our feet, and the library smelled of the usual smell of books: ripped paper and molding covers. When we were done, we rested on the librarian's table, the room in front of us completely converted: all the bookshelves were pushed to the walls, the couch brought to rest against the wall to our left, and the cushions arranged in a way on the floor that would qualify as a bed.

After a moment of silence of me and Danny just admiring our work, he said, "I'm hungry."

I sighed. "We can go check the cafeteria for food."

"The storage room is locked," he said as we made our way out of the library.

"You're half-ghost, aren't you?" I raised an eyebrow at him. "The Ghost Shield only keeps us from going out of the school itself."

"What if there are hidden cameras installed all over the school, and one of them caught me going ghost, and then everyone would find out about my secret just because I was hungry and the snow decided to act like a prison warden, and-"

I cut him off by giving him a look. "You're mental when you don't get enough sleep."

He blushed lightly. "Better safe than sorry."

I rolled my eyes. "Don't worry, Ghost Boy," I said, "I can assure you there are no hidden cameras installed."

He didn't look any less worried, scanning the overhead walls with a suspicious look. We reached the cafeteria and headed towards the storage room - the one Danny fought his first ghost in, the Lunch Lady. The memory made me shudder in disgust.

"Here we go," Danny said, and after one last scan of the walls, took my hand and phased us in. The room was pitch-black. I heard Danny fumble next to me, looking for the light switch. A few steps and a grunt later, a series of metallic clanking rang through the air as Danny hit the ground. Rolling my eyes, I located the light switch directly next to me and flipped it on. The room lighted up, and I turned to find a disgruntled Danny trying to untangle himself from plastic boxes and mops.

"Nice," I commented with a chuckle. He grumbled something about how darkness and his clumsiness didn't mix as he got up and brushed off nonexistent dirt off his clothes.

"Now," I examined the metallic roofs, where boxes upon boxes were arranged, "do you think we'll actually find something edible here?"

He shrugged, looking around like me. "Well, it is the school cafeteria."

I scrunched up my nose in disgust when I opened a box to find some brown goo in it. "My point exactly."

"Hey, check this out," he said excitedly. He was two shelves over, so I made my way towards him. He'd opened a plastic carton, and showed its contents to me.

"Ice cream?" I said incredulously. "It's about a thousand degrees below zero outside, and you wanna eat ice cream?"

He shrugged, digging his finger into the vanilla and bringing it back to his mouth. "Hey, food is food."

I couldn't help but laugh, and dug around for utensils. Once I found some spoons, I handed him one and we started walking back to the library, sharing the vanilla goodness. He was right: food is food.

One our way there, we passed a vending machine. We took a few steps from it, paused, turned to it, then looked back at each other with knowing grins. Danny laid the ice cream carton and spoons on the floor, and we rushed to the vending machine. It contained large amounts of junk, chips and chocolate and soda cans. Danny gave me a mischievous look, and dug his hand through the glass, bringing out a Diet Coke. "Here you go," he handed it over to me.

"Why thank you," I gratefully took it from him. He was about to pull out a bar of chocolate when I grabbed his wrist, an idea popping itself in my brain. "Wait, I have a better idea."

And that is how, ten minutes later, we were pushing and shoving the machine, grunting all the way, until we reached the doors of the library. Vending machines may look heavy but relatively easy to push, you would think, right? Wrong.

By the time we finally got the thing through the doors and against the wall opposite the desk, we were panting and sweating. We leaned against the desk, trying to catch our breath. "That is one overweight machine," I said.

"Yeah," Danny nodded. "It needs to lay off the junk food, it's full of them."

We gave each other looks, and then burst out laughing. My chest constricted, my throat hurt, my stomach twisted, and it was one of the best feelings ever. We laughed for a long time, not because of Danny's stupid joke, but because the situation we were in was too ridiculous. It was either laugh or cry.

I didn't do crying, so laughing it was.

Once we were done laughing - which took a while - we sat on the floor, ice cream carton and sodas and chips surrounding us.

"I'm so hungry it's not even funny," Danny said, dipping one of the chips in the ice cream then eating it, whilst taking a sip of Diet Coke.

"What is it with boys and being animals when it came to food?" I shook my head at him, sticking with sipping from my Diet Coke.

"What?" he looked offended. His mouth full, he added, "I'm hungry!"

I shook my head at him, but not without laughing. He huffed offensively, but continued to stuff his face nonetheless. "So," I started. "What are we going to do for five days here?"

Danny shrugged. "Well, we have food, and we have a place to sleep. Plus, we have the entire school to ourselves." At that last one, he turned to look at me with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

I gave him a look. "We will not vandalize the school, Danny."

"Aw, come on, why not?" he pouted.

"Because we may be trapped here, and the school may be in a lot more trouble than us, but this is still school property, and we're going to have to pay for anything we destroy."

"Well, I'm sure your parents won't miss the expenses of, say," he looked around thoughtfully, then turned back to me, "Mr. Lancer's office?"

I couldn't help it. The idea was too tempting. "Okay, I give in. First thing tomorrow, we destroy Lancer's office just cuz we feel like it."

"Yes!" he raised his arms in triumph. "This is going to be the most fun we'll have all year."

"Right." I said. "Fun."

At that moment, my phone started ringing. What shocked us both so hard wasn't the suddenness of it; it was the stupid ringtone. Kanye West's and Jay-Z's 'Niggas In Paris' rang through the air, scaring us both out of our wits. When I brought out my phone and checked the ID, I scowled. "Really, Tuck?" I said when I brought my phone to my ear, "Niggas in Paris? Really?"

"It's catchy!" was his only defense. "Anyway, I couldn't find your notes or Danny when I went and looked, but that's okay, because school's cancelled tomorrow because of the storm."

"Yeah, I know-"

"By the way, did you hear?"

I glanced nervously at Danny. "Hear what?"

"There are rumors that two students are trapped inside the school because of the storm," he explained, amusement lacing his words. "Which two poor blokes do you think they are?"

I gave Danny a look, then put Tucker on speaker and placed the phone between us. "Take a good guess," Danny said sarcastically, as he'd heard everything Tucker'd said.

There was a pause on the other end, but it was soon broken by an outburst of laughing. "No freaking way!" He exclaimed. "You and Danny? Trapped in school? Alone?"

"Yes," I said meaningfully, not appreciating the tone of his voice. "This is just for a few days."

Oops. Wrong thing to say.

"A few days?" he asked. "You two, alone, in the school, for a few days. Are you freaking serious?"

Oh crap. He was right.

The weight of what he was saying and the situation we were in crashed like a full truck upon my shoulders. I was trapped in the school. For a few days. With Danny. My best friend. My best friend that I'm in love with. And we're going to be alone. Together.

Right. Fun.

A/N: So, there you go! I'm sorry it's a bit short and a bit filler-y, I guess, but... Eh! The interesting stuff's coming up, I promise xD.

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