Christmas day.
It was the only day where both schoolwork and ghost hunting were on a hold and, therefore, the only day in the entire year where Danny could get a proper night of rest. Because of this, Danny had planned a very short, simplistic list for the holiday festivities:
Sleep.
Unfortunately, this plan was first thwarted (as many things in Danny's life are) by the well-meanings of Jack and Maddie Fenton. They broke through his bedroom door at eight in the morning, screaming "We Wish You a Merry Christmas" at the very top of their extremely powerful lungs.
Danny promptly screamed in shock, fell out of his bed in a tumble of blankets and pillows, and glared angrily in his parent's direction. He begrudgingly headed downstairs to open some presents, profusely thanked his parents for the gifts (most relating to astrology and astronomy), and headed back upstairs for some more sleep.
His head had hardly hit the pillow when multiple ghosts came right through his bedroom wall, set off all the ghost alarms in the house, shouted "Merry Christmas!" over the blaring sirens, and then flew back out again.
His parents burst into his room for the second time that morning, this time brandishing ectoplasmic-charged guns.
Jack didn't get the alarms off for another thirty minutes and Maddie refused to let Danny stay in his room unsupervised after that incident, resulting in the rest of the morning being surrounded by his eccentric parents and their ghost-raving.
At noon, quickly succeeding lunch, Danny managed to escape from his parent's grasp and slip upstairs and back underneath his covers. He was almost asleep when, once again, something awoke him.
His mother and father had started their yearly arguing over the existence of Santa Claus. Jazz's voice also floated up the stairs, yelling something about, "promising not to fight this year" before being drowned out by more shouting.
Danny huffed. He couldn't handle this. So, when his phone buzzed from his bedside table and flourished Sam's name and number, he brought it to his ear gratefully, drinking in the calming sound of her voice. It was the first calming thing he'd experienced all day.
"You wanna come over to my place? Tucker's bringing bad horror movies."
"Will it be quiet?"
"Oh, yeah. My parents went on vacation after Hanukkah ended. It's just me and Gram here."
"Perfect."
Danny hung up, transformed into Phantom, and was out of the house in seconds, flying towards Sam's house as fast as his abilities could take him. He beat his previous record of two minutes thirty-seven seconds by twenty whole seconds and was taking a seat in one of Sam's plushy movie theatre seats before Sam was even aware what blew past her.
"I'm gonna take a nap," Danny said, reverting back to his human self.
"By all means," Sam muttered, grabbing the remote.
Sam and Tucker watched horror movies for the rest of the afternoon while Danny snored softly in the back.
the fourth and last one for today. i think i'm going to bring my laptop to work tomorrow and try to get some oneshots done in the morning while the kids color or something (we usually go to the pool in the afternoon). the chances of me finishing by tomorrow are dwindling with each passing day but, hey! i'm still proud of how much i've written this past week. i can't wait to start back up on ffak; i've really missed it.
as always, please review.
xx