Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom... the great and talented Butch Hartman does. If it wasn't for him, this fic would not be here.

Author's Note: Wow, this story is almost over... one more chapter to go (and maybe even an epilogue, I'm not sure.) I'm glad I've come this far... I've never really finished a huge project like this before, and I'm proud. Yay! And, WHOA, it's taken me close to a year to finish this story? Wow, I just laughed at myself there.

With all of these challenges I've entered myself into, you'll be seeing a lot more of me around in the upcoming months. Be happy!

I wanted to say how much every review means to me. If I had the time, I would reply to every single one of them; but, sadly, with school and everything in the way, I haven't had a second to spare. I wish I did, believe me.

Now, onto the next chapter!

Ten Things a Sweet Guy Would Do

Chapter Nine: Plan a Romantic Date Full of Cheesy Things He Wouldn't Normally Do Just Because He Knows it Means a Lot to You

November 27, 2005

Today was the day... the long awaited, fateful day of their first truly, really, honest-to-God date. When they had come to the mutual agreement that they should finally begin dating, hearts flew sky-high and smiles seemed concrete in the heaven-like land of Danny Fenton and Sam Manson. Granted, it was late, late at night when they came to this conclusion, nonetheless, they stayed up for the remainder of the night talking, laughing, and... you can put your imaginations to work thinking of the other things they did. Now that it didn't seem so forbidden and dangerous as before, they jumped at whatever chance they could to have physical contact.

Horny teenagers.

But, it wasn't like they were jumping each other's bones. Please.

That's for a later date and a later chapter of this oh-so-romantic tale.

Although everything seemed so happy, they came to the final ruling that their relationship would stay on the down-low, but be more open than usual. Also, they wouldn't deny their feelings to the high heavens anymore. So, if Lancer claimed they were 'love birds,' they wouldn't argue or even say one word to deny that fact; let everyone think what they wanted to. That would and should be the deciding factor to any rumors that would've been recently started or ended. Pretty much everyone who had heard both of their names in a sentence came to the same conclusion: "Weren't they dating already? No? Well, they should."

But, now, it was Saturday night, and dates were to be had.

Danny wanted to get this perfectly right. He planned all of these little things (that normally wouldn't have been carried out, but he wanted tonight to be special) just for her, and only for her. He knew what she liked, didn't like, and, all the while, using their favorite mode of transportation: him. Even though he was his own mode of transportation and enjoyed every minute of it, flying was a hell of a lot better with Sam to hold in his arms. The feeling of defying gravity increased tenfold when he was around her; he already knew that she was his angel, and he, her wings.

If he planned on this date being normal, he should've known that the word normal didn't fly well with him anymore. The word was corrected to be paranormal. A perk of having clumsy and over-working, absorbed parents meant that the only obstacle to get past would be his ever-loving, overprotective sister, Jazz. So, without divulging his secret to her, he could just mention briefly in conversation he had to scout out the area for any signs of ghostly activity and then head to Sam's to 'hang out'; no matter what, she never asked questions (anymore). It was a mutual respect between them that they would hold that secret together until the time was right (or, forever, whichever came sooner).

When everything was settled with at home, he glanced at his watch: 11:26; perfect timing. He told her to be ready by eleven-thirty, and that would be the exact time he'd come to her doorstep.

Before Danny arrived, she wanted to check something really quick. She wanted to double-check the list to see what exactly was going to go on for the final two. She searched, and then smiled at the last two sentences on the small piece of paper. Folding it and putting it in her jeans pocket, she nodded to herself. She would tell him tonight about her finding his list. They were together now, it wasn't like his whole effort was wasted, not at all. Nodding again, she turned to look at the time.

"Eleven-forty," she sighed as she stared at the clock directly in front of her as she laid on her bed, waiting for her boyfriend (she giggled mentally) to show up. Of course, he was never a punctual guy, but you knew by the look in his eyes that he tried to get there on time. She knew that he had other business to attend to, and their leisurely date could definitely be put on hold if there was a ghost attack nearby in town. She understood completely that he had his job, even though he didn't get paid for it, to protect Amity Park from the apparitions that loved to grace the town with their presence, day after day, night after night.

Waiting only a few more seconds, Sam heard a light tapping at her window. She turned her head and smiled at what seemed to be her reflection in the glass. Danny materialized in front of her with a goofy smile on his face, the look in his eyes just making her heart jumped to her throat.

Pushing his hair out of his eyes, he said, "Sorry I'm late. I was trying so hard to get here on time, but I was met with the Box Ghost on the way and he was relentless until I got him into the thermos." Nearing her, he kissed her briefly on the lips, then paused. "God, that makes me feel great that I can just walk up to you and kiss you whenever I please." He kissed her again. "And as many times as I want, too."

"Why, hello to you, too," she smiled, blushing lightly at his own flushed cheeks.

"Ready to go?" he asked after another long kiss, extending his left hand to her with a gentle smile.

All snuggled in her coat, she flew with Danny over the houses of Amity Park on the cool but calm winter night. The stars twinkled brightly, glittering across the night sky. His strong arms grasped her waist. She never even have a single thought of him ever dropping her.

She was blindfolded, just for the whole excitement of the date and the element of surprise, but she didn't mind as much as he thought she would. It was adorable how he was going through all of this for her. It meant more to her than any box of candy or any bouquet of flowers; this was genuinely from his heart and that was what she admired most.

Reflecting on their friendship, she was happy that she had met him that fateful day, twelve years ago. It baffled her that that much time had passed, but she knew it was for the better and that their relationship as friends and, now, lovers had evolved over the years into something she would never want to let go in her entire lifetime.

Interrupting her thoughts, Sam felt them drop down slowly, lowering to the ground below them. She spoke quietly, yet she knew he heard her, "Are we here, now?"

"Just about," he said as his feet touched the ground. Now, holding her bridal style, he walked through a remote area and through there, he placed her on the ground gently and took her blindfold off. After letting her down, he immediately went to a bush and retrieved a basket and a blanket for them. As he returned, he placed the items down and smiled at her. "Remember where we are?"

The area was dark, just lit by the stars above. They were in a remote area of what she knew as the park, which they had frequently traveled to due to the common place a ghost would turn up, or even a certain ghost hunter. They were sitting in an area closed off by bushes, secluded from the rest of the area. The perfect area for a picnic, or even for a...

She laughed, "Of course I remember where we are. This is where we had our first 'fake-out make-out,' right?"

"Right," he nodded as he stood up, his smile matching hers as he laid out the blanket beneath them. "I'm so clever, right? Such a kid to name it that..."

"It was so awkward then, too, huh? I mean, we had to keep denying everything at least fifty times a day," she said, reflecting, as she sat back down on top of the blanket.

"Well, we don't have to do that anymore," he leaned over and kissed her cheek lightly, then made a move for the picnic basket. He didn't know what he wanted to do more: Sam, or eat. Somehow if he could incorporate the two, he would be a very happy halfa.

Smirking at him and wiggling her eyebrows, she stood and began to walk out of the bushes. "Follow me, ghost boy," she called back to him as she moved away. His eyes darted to her form, which was swaying with every step, and he looked her up and down with an obvious hunger. He followed obediently, only to be tackled back into the bushes and straddled on the ground. She smiled down at him before capturing his lips with her own. Growling playfully into the kiss, she nibbled his bottom lip lightly to request entrance into his mouth and he happily obliged.

Soon after, he flipped them both over, reclaiming dominance in the kiss. Breaking apart momentarily to catch his breath, he moved lower, kissing her cheek, her jaw, and trailing down to her neck. He began to suck on her neck, her soft moans urging him to go further. As he kissed her neck, a hand trailed up the bottom of her shirt, across her smooth, silky skin and higher. He had already promised himself that he wouldn't allow himself to take advantage of her, so he stopped before reaching her breasts. He would have to have ultimate control over himself. Well, pretty much all of himself; there was just one part of him that he couldn't quite control completely.

After a few minutes, he pulled up from her neck and looked her in the eyes lovingly. Those violet orbs that he fell in love with, that were so passionate, displayed so much emotion to him now, it almost overwhelmed him. He then kissed her lips in admiration, savoring the taste that was only Sam and would only be Sam. He could get used to this, the messy hair, the swollen lips. He loved every second of it.

Laying back on the blanket, Sam snuggled into Danny's embrace. They gazed at the stars above, transfixed and content with their current position in the world.

"Hey, Danny?" she asked softly as her hand found his and entwined their fingers together.

"Yeah?"

"What do you like better, chocolate or vanilla?" she asked innocently, though with an ulterior motive.

He thought about that for a second, trying to digest the question. With girls, there was always something hidden, a trap. He thought wisely and spoke, "Vanilla."

"Good, me too."

He sighed in relief and thought, I passed.

"Hot fudge or whipped cream?"

"What?" he squeaked, paling somewhat. His mind automatically went to the happy place where he fantasized about what he and Sam could do with both of those things. Snapping out of it, he cleared his throat and replied, "Uh, I like whipped cream more."

"I think both are all right, but I like whipped cream more... oh, and cherries," she spoke, mischief thick in her voice. "Okay, next... hot or cold?"

"Hot."

"Night or day?"

"Night."

"Italian food or Chinese food?"

"Italian, hands down."

"TV or movies?"

"Movies."

"Going up or going down?" she smirked, waiting to see if anything clicked in his head.

"Going up," he paused, seeing the look on her face. "That's a trick question, isn't it? Going... oh, man, you're on a roll tonight with the innuendos."

She laughed, "Red or green?"

"Green."

"Angel or Mimi?"

"Mimi," he said without noticing, then paused. "Oh shit."

"I knew it! You did see RENT!" she shouted triumphantly, grinning from ear to ear. "Who'd you see it with?"

"Tucker... he was crying like a baby at the end of that movie."

" I did, too, a little...wait, you saw it with Tucker? What the hell?" she said with an eyebrow raised.

"It was one of the movies that wasn't sold out, so we decided to go. That was when you had that doctor's appointment, remember?"

"Right, um... top or bottom?"

"You're doing this on purpose," he said in an accusatory tone, looking down at her as she looked up.

"Me? No," she said with a smirk on her face. "I'm just making idle conversation that could possibly lead into a more interesting conversation. Problem? Can't take the heat?"

"Not a one, I'm fine. Hm, let's see, one for you... which do you like better, the ghostly wail or the multiplying trick?"

She blushed and laughed, "About you this time, huh? Hm... I'd say the multiplying trick."

"And why is that?"

"Use your imagination."

"More than one of me?"

"Right, for..."

"For...," pause, "oh!" He blushed, then smiled wickedly at her, "I'll have to keep that in mind."

"You know, I like spending alone time with you like this. No interruptions, no denying anything... it feels good," she said, snuggling more into his warm embrace.

"Me too," he agreed. "Valentine's Day is tomorrow, right?" he asked randomly.

"Yeah, it is," she answered slowly, not sure where his question was leading.

"Okay, I have an idea. Don't make any plans."

She rolled her eyes, "My plans always include you, why would I make any that didn't?"

"Well, just to be on the safe side," he said, smiling. Pausing for a couple minutes, he decided to speak up about something that had been on his mind for a while now, "Actually, I have something to tell you, too. You see, a while back, online, there was this list that I found..."

Suddenly, a piece of paper was in front of his eyes, "You mean this?"

End Note: Nine down, one to go. I'm so sad to finally see the end of this story in sight, but hey, all good things have to come to an end. I hope everyone will review and tel me what they thought and give good feedback. Thank for you for reading!

And, I'm not going to put the last thing on the list up, just for shits and giggles.

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