"That Boy Is Poison"

Stuck with another fifty pages of the Great Gatsby to finish before Lancer's class tomorrow, Sam and Tucker sat reading their yellowed, school-provided copies in Danny's room.

Somewhere around Chapter Four Sam laughed, "Y'know, considering Lancer's making us read a scathing indictment against American decadence and materialism, I'm not sure whether it's hilarious or sad not one of the popular kids are catching on."

Tucker turned a page. "Said the girl with the bowling alley in her basement."

"Hey! You damn well know I never once let parent's money compromise my ideals!"

"I know, I know. Sorry, Sam."

"…It's okay," she signed. "I know you were teasing. I guess I just get a little oversensitive about it some-"

"No, Sam." Tucker put a hand on her shoulder grimly. "I'm sorry."

"Huh? What are you talk-" suddenly catching the Odor, she reeled backwards, gagging. "Oh God, Tuck! That is disgusting! What are you, nine? Crack a window or something!"

Danny, floating outside his own window, waved his arms frantically. "No, no, no, I'm out here! You leave this closed!"

Sam started fanning the air with her book. "Well it's not like we can open the door, unless you want your parents spotting the ghost-boy reading F. Scott Fitzgerald hanging outside their son's window!"

"Tucker, it's been two days since the we got the Infi-Map back from Vlad," Danny said, voice slightly muffled by the glass. "Haven't those Blood Blossoms worked their way out of your system yet?"

"Yeah, it was funny throwing Danny out of his room for the first half-hour, but your toxic anti-ghost fumes are even starting to get to me."

Tucker scowled. "Oh, I'm sorry. I guess I should have thought of that before eating thirty pounds of the stuff to save both your asses."

"You'd have rather been the one about to be burned at the stake for witchcraft?" Sam snapped. "Be my guest, because that wonderful experience has gotten to the top three of my 'worst nightmares ever' list!"

"Come on Sam, that's not fair," Danny chided her. "Imagine if you had to eat your way through a cow's worth of evil anti-ghost tenderloin to save me and Tuck. You'd still do it right?"

"In a heartbeat," she admitted. "Though it'd haunt me forever."

Tucker groaned when his stomach made sick, gurgling noises. "Uh…well look on the bright side, we haven't been attacked by ghosts in a while." He loudly belched out a wisp of familiar red fumes. "Ah, that's better. My insides are now purified."

'Pure' wasn't the word Sam would have picked. A gallon of flower-scented air freshener and bacon mixed with stale cabbage smacked a little closer to accurate.

"…I think I'll just study at the library." Danny waved. "You kids have fun."

"No, wait!" Sam threw open the window and leaned half her body out to the sweet, fresh air outside. "Take me with you!"

Literally every story in Danny Phantom involving Blood Blossoms is always horrible, agonizing torment followed by a brutal death. And then there's me, who just decided to say 'screw it' and just made it a fart joke. Fart jokes makes all the scary go away.

I apologize for nothing.