The trio found themselves sitting in Lancer's English class first thing in the morning. Luckily, the teacher was late. Danny had his head laid on the desk, smiling slightly at Sam, with his eyes blurred slightly. Sam mirrored him, except her eyes were closed. He reached between the desks and combed his fingers through her hair, pulling it in front of her face.

Sam swatted at his hand and glared at him before unleashing a huge yawn. "It's to early to be alive." She said blearily, turning so her forehead was resting on the desk.

Danny chuckled. "Did somebody have a rough night?" He teased.

Sam glared at him again. "Shut it, Fenton. I know where you sleep."

It was then when Tucker walked over to his desk. Tucker's eyebrow rose, as he only heard the last part of the sentence. He shook his head, disgusted. "I don't even want to know."

Sam shot up, suddenly alert. "Hey, Tucker, have you had any recent photo submissions?" She asked. She sounded incredibly desperate. Danny turned red.

Tucker looked confused. "Not since yesterday morning. Why?"

Sam colored. "Nothing."

Mr. Lancer walked in, looking extremely annoyed. "Well, students, it appears my car has been broken into." The class sat on edge, waiting for the inevitable good news. "So, my lesson plan has been stolen. Instead of going over the writing technique required for your papers, we will introduce the art section early." The class cheered. Mr. Lancer looked even more pissed off. "Yes, well. Everybody may spend the class and homework period doing an artistic rendition of the subject of his or her paper."

There was a scramble of switching seats, turning desks and excited chattering. Sam and Danny turned their desks so they were facing each other.

Sam had grabbed a laptop out of the cart in the front of the classroom and logged on.

Danny immediately pulled out with notebook and a pencil. "Now," he said in a fake British accent. "Show me that beautiful profile, dahling."

Sam tried in vain to suppress a smile. She peered snootily at him over the top of her laptop. "I'm terribly sorry, but you'll have to discuss any reproductions of my image with my agent."

Danny pouted and gave her Bambi eyes. "Pwease, Sammy?"

Sam smirked and rolled her eyes. "Fine." She turned, facing the blackboard, resting the computer on her lap.

"So," Danny said, sketching her face. "What are you going to do?"

Sam shrugged. "Probably a collage or something. But not a preppy one."

Danny raised an eyebrow. "I didn't now collages could be preppy."

Sam let loose a peal of her distinctive laughter. "Not the collage itself, per se. Girls like Paulina love going through Fashion or gossip magazines to make collages with things like 'beautiful' written all over them. I hate those." She concentrated on her laptop.

"What are you doing?" Danny asked, pausing in his sketching.

"Pulling up our website. I didn't check it out so much before. I was too mad. Well," She said. "I'm still mad, but now I'm pretty curious."

"You should check out the closet hunt game. It's pretty cool."

Sam raised her eyes at him. "Are you serious?"

Danny looked up, feigning innocence. "What?"

"You're endorsing the site."

"I am not."

Sam rolled her eyes. "Oh, yeah. Of course not. You're just playing the game. Did you know the object of the game is to 'Help Danny and Sam find an un-occupied closet, while avoiding their good-looking friend, Tucker.'?"

Danny snorted and had to rest his head on the desk he was laughing do hard. It took him a few minutes to recapture his breath.

Sam gave him a steely glare. "This isn't funny."

Danny rolled his eyes, good-naturedly. "Oh, come on Sam. You have to admit, it's pretty funny."

Sam scrolled down. "Or how about 'Prom Date'? It's all about you convincing me to go to the dance with you." She raised an eyebrow at him.

Danny's cheeks burned. He actually had played that game. "That game's idiotic." He said. "I never played it."

Sam rolled her eyes and continued to navigate through the website. Her eyes narrowed at the screen.

Danny's eyes widened when he saw the particularly murderous look in her eyes. He walked behind her to look at whatever image she saw.

It was a picture of Danny and Sam, curled up together on Sam's couch, asleep with their arms around one another.

Sam and Danny looked at each other, in shock.

Sam snapped out of it quickly. "That boy isn't going to live to see his sixteenth birthday."

This is a chapter for kicks and giggles, guys. Next chapter, the drama starts up. Paulina can't leave them alone for too long, can she? And Tucker is going to make good use of some $20 pictures…