Misfortune 013

Genre: Humor

Pairings: Danny/Sam implications

Rating: T for swearing

Story © Phantom Misfit

Danny Phantom © Butch Hartman

'Ding Dong!'

"THE CHINESE FOOD IS HERE!"

Sam covered her ears, wincing, as Tucker tripped down the steps of Danny's house, shrieking in excitement. He had way too large of a stomach and the Fenton's cupboards were bare. Tucker had been moaning about his 'empty' stomach for a couple hours so Sam, annoyed, called the local Chinese restaurant. Tucker had been on pins and needles since she called, waiting for the food to arrive.

Sam and Danny gave each other knowing looks and smiled.

"FOOOD!" Tucker raced into the room, his coffee color-stained arms overflowing with boxes of Chinese food. Danny chuckled and Sam snorted, smiling. She tugged a box of vegetarian Chinese food away from him and unwrapped the chopsticks, plunging them into the savory noodles. Danny also took a box from Tucker, but this one had chicken in it. As they ate, they talked and laughed and told jokes. Finally, after Tucker's last swallow, he piped up. "Who wants a fortune cookie?"

Sam snatched on from him and he handed Danny one. Then he took his own. Sam was the first to open hers. "Confessions can bring great joy." She read aloud, then blushed. Danny raised an eyebrow and Tucker wiggled his suggestively. She shook her head. "Danny, what does yours say?"

Danny cracked his open. "The next time you look for your heart, realize who has really captured it." He screwed up his nose. "What?"

Tucker just snickered at Sam's disheartened expression and then opened his. "Bad luck will descend upon you." He blinked. Then his eyes scanned the page again. And again. Sam laughed. "You got a misfortune cookie, Tuck!"

He looked over at her. "What?"

"A misfortune cookie! It's bad news in a fortune cookie." Sam explained with a grin. "Bad Luck Tuck is back!"

"No!" He shook his head in denial. "Never!"

"We'll see..." Sam said ominously. Tucker just ate his cookie.

"YOWCH!"

Sam dropped down beside her friend as he struggled to his knees. His tray of cafeteria food was spread out over the nasty cafeteria floor and is glasses were in the mess. Sam helped him up as Danny hurried to the scene, grabbing the techno-geek's glasses and wiping them off, then putting them on his face. "What happened to you?"

Tucker furrowed his brows over his glasses as he stood, brushing off his pants as the other kids laughed softly at his plight. "I don't know." He admitted. "I guess I...tripped over air."

"Ooh..." Sam sang, throwing her friend's tray away. "The bad luck begins!"

Tucker's green eyes got huge. "No! It's a total coincidence!" He said quickly. And went to get more food.

"Oh thank God. Finally time for bed." Tucker murmured to himself as he padded to his bedroom in his pajamas. Today had been a hard day. Ghost fighting, tripping, Sam teasing him...it was really tiring.

With a huge yawn he pulled back the sheets...

And screamed like a little girl.

There was a huge black and red spider in his bed, scurrying back and forth and Tucker stumbled back screaming. His mom ran into the room, shouting, "What? What's wrong?" He shakily pointed to the disgusting creature and she killed it. Then she soothed him and put him to bed.

He didn't get any sleep that night.

"Oh great, it's raining!" Tucker grumbled, walking to Sam's house. Puddles were everywhere, the rain coming down in sheets. He shivered and pulled his jacket closer to himself. At least it can't get any worse. "Oh, man!" He was up to his shin in a pothole filled with dirty rain water. He took it out and shook it, miserable. Then he realized... "My PDA!" He tugged it out of his calf pocket and nearly burst into tears. His baby was soaking wet and sparking slightly. It would survive, but there would be a lot of water damage. Which meant a lot of money. Maybe Sam was right about the misfortune cookie. He thought in misery. Then he mentally shook himself. What are you saying? You can't agree with Sam! People have bad days like this all the time, you are no different!

So he walked the rest of the way to Sam's house with a sigh and when she answered the door she had a sympathetic but amused smile on her face. "You look like a drowned rat."

"You look like a dry one." He retorted, eyes narrowing. She smiled and rolled her eyes, then grabbed her backpack and ran out into the rain. "What about an umbrella!" He shouted after her.

"Don't need one! I love the rain!" She shouted back.

He groaned.

"Poor Tuck." Danny said sympathetically when they met up with him. His house was the closest to the school, so they got there in less than five minutes. "Let's go get some breakfast from the cafeteria."

So they went into the cafeteria, grabbed poptarts and milk, paid, and went to sit down with the other few wet, shivering kids. Tucker immediately ripped his open and devoured it while Sam bit delicately down on the corner and Danny cracked off a quarter of his to eat. "So, the pants dry yet?"

Tucker shook his head ruefully. "In this weather? They won't be dry till next week." He took a sip of milk...

And then sprayed it out.

"Tucker!" Sam gasped. Luckily she was off to the side where he didn't spit it, but he had drenched Dash Baxter. He didn't notice this, though, because he was too busy wiping his tongue spasmodically on his napkin. "What's wrong?"

He stuck out his tongue in disgust. "That was spoiled milk! It's been in there for days!"

Danny's eyebrows furrowed. "But mine and Sam's are perfectly fine." He pointed out. It was true, they had drank half of theirs before Tucker had even opened his He peered inside the carton and saw white and yellow chunks floating around in a beige liquid. "Yuck."

"Man, I can't wait to get home." Tucker sighed, rubbing his sore eyes. He'd slept through three classes and gotten one after-school detention, but he didn't care. He got them all the time. "This day sucks."

"So, ready to admit the cookie was right?" Sam said casually as she walked beside him. Tucker shook his head. "No way."

All of a sudden white was everywhere, splattered on the sidewalk, the building, and most importantly Tucker. He spluttered, looking at himself, then up at the sky. Men were on the roof, gallons of white paint at their feet. "Sorry!" They called down. "You okay?"

"DAMN IT!" Tucker yelled. He shook off the paint like a dog, making Danny and Sam jump back. "I HATE today!"

He stomped off, forgetting his friends, but that was okay. A truck came by and splashed muddy water on him from head to foot, making him scream curses that even sailors thought were bad. Then he stalked off again.

Suddenly, Sam began to laugh. Danny looked at her strangely. "Sam?"

She was holding her stomach, her grin stretched across her face as laughter gurgled out. "Did you see his face?" She wheezed. "Classic!"

Danny snorted, but raised an eyebrow. "Uh, yeah. But aren't we supposed to feel bad for him?"

Sam laughed harder. "Clueless!" She chuckled. "I did all those things to Tucker!"

Danny's eyes were shocked. "What?"

"The spider in his bed, making him trip, the paint, the milk!" She cried, wiping her eyes. They were gleaming with water and sparkling. "I did that!"

Danny's jaw dropped. "Just to get him to believe in the fortune cookie?"

"Of course." Sam smiled.

"But, what about all the other things? The rain, the truck? Was that you?"

Sam began to laugh again at Danny's inquiry. "No! That's what made it funnier!"

Later, when she had quieted down, they decided she should apologize. So she did. She explained that she'd had the janitors wax the floor before lunch to make the floors extra slippery, she'd planted the spider in his bed, she'd made a deal with the lunch ladies to give him rotten milk, and had paid the painters to come and drop a bucket of paint on him.

Instead of being mad, he marveled at her skills. "Can you teach me?" he asked in wonder. She laughed and agreed.

"So," He began doubtfully, "You did this all just to make me believe in that fortune cookie?" Sam just smiled and blushed, looking at Danny out of the corner of her eye, who wasn't really paying attention to their conversation. "I needed you to believe in fortune cookies if I wanted Danny to, right?" She murmured, eyes bright.

Tucker just laughed.

Hi all! I was just wondering if you guys had any ideas for the upcoming drabble 'Under the Rain'. If you do, just PM me or review this chapter. Thanks!

-Phantom Misfit