I swore to god I would never base a fic on a song, but I did. And it's for an OC-centric oneshot, too. Haters all around, yo.

Goddammit, if I could think of a way to make those two lines unnecessary, I would delete them, but at the current time I have driven over 600 miles for 11 hours straight and this idea popped into my head and I felt that I must share it. I'll think more on it later.

The song "Replay" is by Iyaz. Danny Phantom is owned by Butch Hartman, Nickelodeon, Viacom, etc. I own Riley and Xander.

-Phanny

Riley Matthews was, admittedly, far from normal. She had only been away from her home in Amity Park once – and that was only because she hadn't even lived there yet, having moved from Galveston, Texas to the small Illinois town when she was five. But from the stories she could make up on the spot, one would think she had traveled the world. Xander's favorite story was about how she battled a panda bear because it looked at her funny – probably because he knew that she couldn't hurt a fly.

Riley was "jamming" to her iPod while Xander drove his Toyota Camry - a gift from his parents on his seventeenth birthday – back to her house. His hands were once again sweaty for reasons he didn't understand. It only happened when Riley was around, even when she looked completely ridiculous, listening to one of her songs and doing some sort of headbanging that could only be done by her or an epileptic ferret.

Xander could sense that she was looking at him, and when he reached a stop light he took his eyes off the road and stared back at her. Oh man, it was her "I want something, and I'm going to pretend I care about whether or not you give me permission" look.

"I love this song," she said, in an eerily serious voice. She pointed to the volume dial on the radio, and continued, "I danced to it once at a talent competition – well, okay, I was a backup dancer, and we didn't win, but it was fun and I rocked it."

"I don't doubt it," Xander smiled to himself. He admired her excitement despite the fact that she had lost. Especially since she was keeping her promise to try and not to be such a sore loser all the time. Danny had made her promise after she had thrown a fit about something – arm wrestling? Xander didn't know why she had taken the loss so hard, Danny was one of the strongest guys he knew.

Shawty's like a melody in my head…

Oh god, this song.

Xander's hands grew even sweatier, and he swore he had a hot flash that would make a woman in menopause feel like she was in Antarctica. This song.

"Xander?" Riley said from next to him, "Xaaanderr…" his name was long and drawn out by her voice, "Xander the light is green. You can go now. People are honking."

"Wha? Oh – yeah." Xander blushed and pressed the gas pedal with his foot. 'You're cool, Xander, you're cool. It's all good.'

"Can't believe this guy's name is Iyaz," Riley said idly, swaying with the music in her seat, "s'not a name – an invalid Scrabble move…that's what it is."

Xander just nodded, distracted.

You see, Xander was a hopeless romantic, and sometimes, no matter how rude it made him feel to admit it, Riley was just sort of hopeless. She never seemed to notice much outside of her own little world. Xander liked it about her. See, he wasn't a complete loser – he'd had one or two dates with girls, but they were all rebound girls – jaded and depressed. Danny had told him that deep down, Riley was just as fragile, but she made an effort not to show it. He liked that part of her, too.

"Xander, are you okay?" Riley gave him that wide-eyed gaze, "ya seem kind of out of it, you know? And since you're driving, it sorta worries me…"

"Well I'd be more worried if you were driving," Xander shot back, "you like to go fast. Faster than the law allows."

And who would have ever knew, that we would ever be more than friends...

God this song made him feel weird around her.

"You don't like my jam?" Riley asked, seeing Xander's face, "well, it's your car…and I want you to keep letting me in it. New car smell."

"You're doing it again," Xander told her, pulling over to the side of the road, "distracting me. Your jam is fine. Also, you could speak in complete sentences once in awhile."

"What, you don't like…uh, spontaneity? Yeah, that's it. Spontaneity. You need to loosen up, Xander. Complete sentences are boring."

"Go up to Mr. Lancer on Monday and tell him that."

"I will. I am so on it."

Xander sighed. He didn't like it when she was like this, though. Purposely defiant – wanting to start trouble for fun. He desperately wanted to say "you know that's not a turn on," but he bit his lip to fight it.

He didn't like spontaneity, really. He liked predictability. He wasn't compatible with Riley, he thought. He shouldn't feel the way he did about her – her impulsive personality contrasted starkly with his by-the-book lifestyles.

"When was the last time you did something just because it felt good?" Riley asked suddenly.

Xander couldn't answer. He knew he shouldn't be so nervous – why was he so determined to impress her?

Why, after a few seconds of hesitation, did he find himself kissing her?

It was the surprised look on her face when he pulled away that got his heart racing.

"How's that for spontaneous?" He asked smugly. Riley, being her impulsive self, couldn't help but practically jump him to put her arms around his neck and return the favor a hundred times over.

Yeah, so Riley's all spontaneous and impulsive and Xander is not. I think it's adorable, I'm sorry if you don't XD.