To give you a break after my little angst burst in the previous drabble, I wrote this.
Summary: A little girl's thoughts on Danny Phantom.
In a small house, a red-haired, teal-eyed mother was tucking in her little blond-haired, teal-eyed daughter.
"Mommy?" The little girl asked.
"Yes, Sweetie?" The mother responded.
"Do you think that Danny Phantom's a ghost?" The young child inquired.
"Yes." The woman replied simply, confusion tinting her voice.
"I don't." The girl stated.
"What do you think he is?" The mother asked politely.
"I think he's an angel." The little girl answered with a certainty in her small voice.
"Maybe he is, honey. Maybe he is." The woman said. "Goodnight, Amber."
The mother left, leaving Amber in the dark of her small pink room. She rolled over and smiled, taking a picture out from under her pillow. It was a crudely drawn picture of Danny Phantom with wings and a halo.
"I know you're an angel." Amber whispered before tucking the picture back under her pillow and drifting off to sleep.
I know, I know, you were all expecting Danny to be smiling outside her window, but then he'd have been eavesdropping which is not a good thing for a hero to do. And it's not very probable that Danny would have been looking into that specific little girl's window.
