Why I really hate Phones!

A/N: Ok, I lost my button, but now I have this! (brings out shiny purple glowing sword with blood) (Pokes random reader)

3 years later, Danny Fenton was sitting on the floor with his back turned towards the window. He was on te Phone with Tucker.

"No, you know she hates pink, and besides, she'd probably want a gothic theme."

"Well fine then, you call someone else dude, besides, I must polish my baby!"

"Tucker!" Click.

Crap, think Fenton think, who wold know how what i could get her? Her mom? Nah, she'd probably have the whole place like Paulina's house. Sam's grandmother! I'll call her, even though she's creepy. . .

He picked up the phone and dialed the Manson number.

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Sam sat by her bed reading a mystery novel. She flipped a page and sat it down on the pillow when the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Sam! Let me speak to your grandmother!"

"My grandmother, why? You need tips on how to remove liver spots?"

Danny sighed. "No! It's something important!"

"Well fine then, geesh." She ran down te stairs and handed the phone to her grandma. "Phone."

"Now who would be calling an old bag like me? Hello."

Sam ran up to her room. Obviously Danny was planning something, and she needed to know. She slowly picked up the phone, careful not to make any noise.

"And I was kinda thinking about, um proposing to her for her birthday."

"That's great! But how are you going to let Sam know?"

"That's what I called you about I don't know how Sam might take it-"

Sam slammed the phone down, not caring if they heard. Danny was getting married to another girl? How could he do this to her? Sam kept going things over in her mind, pacing around her bedroom. She needed help, and she knew just who to get it from. . .

And that is the end! I hope you enjoyed it!

And remeber. . .(takes out TP sword) I'm watching to make sure you review. MWA HA HA HA! (cough, like super lud, and hard)