Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom, but I do own the tape that I taped Danny Phantom on! [Evil laugh]

Italics are thoughts

Dress to Drool For

Sam's p.o.v.

"I wanted to ask you uh.." Danny mumbled off by himself. I couldn't hear him.

"Ask what?" I turned to face him. He had a cute blush across his cheeks. Did this mean what I thought it did?

Ooh please, please.

"Ask you if you'd gotothedancewithme," he chocked out. My mind just froze. As much as I'd actually wished him to ask me, and planned it out a million times, this still shook me. It was nothing like in my head.

I tried not to seem too eager. We wouldn't want Danny getting too much of an idea on how I like him.

Only like him?

Shut up mind.

I leaned closer to him. Breathing gently onto his face. I could have kissed him.

Do it.

Mind urging I just stayed there, slightly paralyzed. His deep blue eyes looking at me nervously. I finally collected myself. I pulled the short choppy breaths out of me and tried to put on like I was in control.

"And this isn't a joke?" I asked. I narrowed my eyes, challenging him to lie. Poor Danny, he looked so scared.

Kiss him.

Shut up mind, I shall not, I have control.

"N-no," he stuttered. That was good enough for me.

"Then, I'd love to go," I smiled happily at him and pulled back from him. I'm sure he noticed this was a completely real smile. Inside I was more or less running around crazily at being Danny's date to the dance.

After that it was light conversation. Including his loss of pants and him turning into a ghost. He also warned me he would have asked me out even if he wasn't threatened.

What does that mean?

Why would he be loosing control of his ghost powers? I know he was nervous and everything, but he did drop his pants. I laughed to myself. At least he had good taste in boxers.

I smiled heading back to the cafeteria. This spirit couldn't be crushed.

Although I still had a question, did he ask me as a friend, like the last dance. Was it a pity friend thing?

Or something more, you know it is.

Shut up mind, I'm not going to get my hopes up if it isn't.

There was still three days to figure it out though. I plopped down at the table diagonal to Tucker. My face was probably still flushed, I was too happy to care.

"Don't we look cheery," Tuck hinted.

"I said yes," I stated, as if he didn't know.

"So when should we be expecting children?"

I dropped the fork I had just picked up, my face flushing red.

"It's only a date, and I don't even know if it's a friends date or not."

"I see, would you like it as a date?"

"Like you didn't know that," I tried to keep a straight face. A smile would show I was a little too eager.

"Did ya kiss him then?" Tuck was relentless. I sighed getting a mental picture of a few minutes ago. My face heated.

"Yo Sam, stop dreaming about Danny," Tuck was waving his hand in front of my face. Snapping out of it I spotted Danny coming. Quickly to hide my blush I jumped and escaped from the cafeteria, I'd been doing that a lot lately.

I wasn't successful in getting far away from the topic however. Once outside Dash came strolling nearer.

"I heard you and your little pet are finally going to the dance," Dash leaned against the wall near us giving off a cool air.

"What's it to you?" I raised an eyebrow glaring at the blonde jock.

"Nothin, but it could lead to something interesting." A smiled played on his face, he couldn't, could he?

Is he...plotting?!

Did Dash even had enough brain cells to think? I rolled my eyes.

"Yes whatever, bye." I passed by him to my classes. I made a mental not to get a dress after school. Something even more beautiful than my last one.

One that will really make him look.

Shut up mind.

I had taken a limo to one of the most expensive clothing stores around. My mother had offered that she'd seen something I'd like here. It was a surprise, considering she hated how I dressed.

I only seen Danny and Tuck the last period that day. Danny looked more composed and Tucker seemed to be grinning like he knew something. Something important. Danny had shyly informed me he was buying our tickets and would pick me up Friday at seven for the dance.

I gazed along the racks. Most of the colors were too peppy. Nothing I would ever be paid to wear. Not that I even needed money.

Finally when hope was about lost I spotted it.

It was the most elegant dress I had ever seen, probably the one my mother was talking about. I rushed over, boots clunking and picked it out of the rack.

It looked 16th Century Victorian almost. The main part was a black corset with purple designs stitched down the sides. It tied with a drawstring in the back. It had thin straps to keep it up and black velvet gloves that ran to my elbows. The bottom was shorter, coming to about my knees. It spoofed out a little and was black with the same purple designs all the way around. I found a pair of classy boot, the kind that were almost flat footed, most easy to walk in.

I tried it on and turned to look in the mirror.

Defiantly something for him to drool over.

How many times must I say it, SHUT UP MIND.

But I have to admit it looked perfect on me. With my hair up and a few pieces of jewelry it'd be awesome. It fit all my curves and accented my pale skin. Being most pleased I went to pay for it.

Easily getting by with my parents credit care I headed home. Maybe I needed a second opinion?

I tossed the bags onto my bed and grabbed the phone. I punched in Tuckers number. After all, if there was anyone for an honest opinion, it was him.

"Hey tuck," I addressed when he had picked up the phone.

"Yo, Sam, how's it goin?"

"Good, uh I just got my dress and I want you to come over and tell me what you think of it."

"You mean tell you if Danny will be drooling?"

"Tuck!"

"Hahahaha, ok I'll be right over." I hung up the phone and headed to the bathroom to change.

You know he's right.

Hah, ok I admit it! Now shut up!

I had just pulled on my stockings when I heard the bell. Finishing my hair and pulling on my boots Tuck had been shown into my room.

"Sam?"

"Yea just a sec," I attached a necklace and ruby clip into my hair.

"Alright now Tuck, I want your brutally honest opinion."

"Ok, get out here already."

I opened the bathroom door and walked into my bedroom. In Tuck's view.

"Wow," Tuck's jaw had dropped and he stood there like a shocked drooling puppy.

"Tucker?" I asked waving my arms around.

"Oh, yea, sorry, but Sam you look great!" Tuck took a step back, coming out of his zombie stage.

"You sure?" I spun around.

"Defiantly, your going to make Danny pass out." Tuck smiled as I laughed.

"Good then,"

"I think you two would make a good couple," by this time I was walking back into the bathroom. I almost tripped over his words.

"Excuse me?" I didn't turn around. I was blushing.

"Ah nothing," Tuck said absentmindedly.

"I'll deal with you when I get out of these heels," I threatened closing the bathroom door.

Although when I was dressed normally again Tuck was no where to be found. Figures.

At least you know Tuck likes it. That means Danny will too.

I sure hope so.

Smiling contently I laid back on my bed. I had one of those feelings about tomorrow. Even though tomorrow was only Wednesday I had a feeling something was going to happen.

Something.

Danny...

That was the last though I caught before falling into a blissful sleep about my obsession.

Yea it was a little shorter. I keep getting stuck on the Sam parts. She's a challenge with her composure, and feelings for Danny. Dash has something planned XD didn't think we'd ever see that. I hope the dress was descriptive enough, if not you'll get a better picture when Danny sees it. Let me know what you think!

-Dragonslayer527